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Story: Persistent (Adrenalin #3)
Chapter five
Lennon
S tanding in front of the massive oak door, the same way I did last night, I mentally tell myself off as my hand stretches toward the doorbell. I’m smart enough to know better, so what am I doing here? Getting laid doesn’t sound like a reasonable explanation despite the way my body craves it.
My cock twitches in protest.
Okay, maybe this isn’t the worst idea since he’s leaving in ten days.
And maybe helping me this morning proved he’s sort of a decent guy underneath the piggish persona, even though his primary goal is to get down and dirty.
I can’t really hold that against him since it’s my primary goal as well, and if I’m going to do repeats, it makes me feel a little better that he’s not a total dick.
Then there are the orgasms. Dear God… I’ve never had better, and one of those might not technically count since we still had our clothes on.
Fuck it. I’m a grown ass man who just wants a good dicking. I don’t have to justify that, even to myself.
The bell echoes from inside the house as my finger connects with the button.
Footsteps grow closer, then stop, and the door swings open to reveal Axel.
Wearing a satisfied grin, he leans against the frame.
Somehow, he managed to get even sexier than when I saw him last. I want to pounce on him right here.
“Planning to do some work, or make your getaway in clean clothes?” Axel’s tongue glides over his bottom lip as he gives me an appreciative once-over, eyes coming to rest on the bag I have slung over my shoulder.
“Pig,” I mutter as I brush past him, stepping inside the house that’s far too nice for a group of sweaty guys.
Oriental carpets on top of polished wood floors, cream walls adorned with paintings in ornate frames, and what I’m sure is a great view from the wall of windows directly in front of me, though it’s too dark to tell right now.
The Caldwell’s come into the restaurant when they’re in town, but I’ve never been to their place, and seeing the quality construction that I was too preoccupied to notice last night, I’m sure it costs an arm and a leg to rent.
Biking must pay pretty well. And I walked in here willingly, just like he wanted . No wonder he’s smug.
“Can we do this without the gloating?” I huff, a futile attempt to maintain my pride.
His eyes flare wide before his brow furrows.
“I’m not gloating. I’m relieved, actually.
I’ve been half hard all day. Nearly wrecked my bike.
If you didn’t show I’d have had to take matters into my own hands, literally…
. and I’d much rather put myself in yours.
” The corner of his mouth ticks up suggestively.
How does he make arrogance look irresistible?
The heat from his words rises up my neck, settling in my cheeks, and since I can’t hide that, I lean into it. “Are you hurt? After almost wrecking.” I run my finger down his chest, which is unfortunately covered by a T-shirt. I can’t stop the sly grin from spreading over my face when he shivers .
“Not physically.” He catches my hand in his. “Mentally, I’m a little shaken.”
I scrunch my brows. “Why?”
“I’ve never lost focus when riding. Usually, my mind clears, and I just concentrate on the ride. Today, I couldn’t keep my mind on the bike.” He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand.
“What was it on?” I play coy, knowing damn well he was thinking about me. It almost makes me feel bad that it could've caused him harm, but it’s flattering nonetheless.
His tongue swipes seductively across his bottom lip. “What do you think?”
“Me?” I blink innocently. “What about me?”
He pulls me closer, planting tiny kisses along my neck as he speaks.
The contact sends my skin into a frenzy.
“I thought about having you on my bike. Sitting behind me with your arms wrapped around my waist. The thought of your hard cock pressed against my back was more than enough to make my mind wander.” He brushes the back of his fingers over my nipple, which is already hard thanks to his words, then drags them down my stomach, teasing the waistband of my jeans.
My breath catches in my throat. “So, you want to screw on your bike?” The thought sounds dangerous but erotic.
“Screwing and biking are two of my favorite things, it only makes sense to combine them.” He nuzzles my neck.
“Pig.” I give him a playful but firm shove, which barely moves him an inch.
He takes the bag off my shoulder and carries it down the hall toward his bedroom, leaving me no choice but to follow. “We’ve been through this already. You like when I talk dirty to you.”
“You seem so convinced the key to getting in my pants is to talk dirty. ”
“Into your pants? No. Getting you hard? Yes.” He drops my bag at the foot of the bed and reaches for my wrist, tugging me forward so I’m pinned against the frame. “And I really like it when you’re hard.”
His hand connects with my back and gives me a slight push, urging me to bend at the waist so my chest hits the mattress. Then he moves in behind me, tugging my pants down so I can step out of them. A deep breath fills my lungs, and I release it in slow spurts.
“Red lace,” he murmurs as he runs his hands over my ass cheeks. “I fucking love red.”
“Do you?” I crane my head over my shoulder to watch him teasing me with heated amber eyes.
“It’s the color of my riding suit." He purrs as he starts rubbing my hole, pressing the panties into it. "My lucky color." Then he slides them off and tosses them toward a duffel bag in the corner of the room.
“That’s not my bag.”
“I know. It’s mine.”
“You have some sort of fetish for men’s underwear?” I gasp as he gives my ass a little smack.
“If they’re red.”
I grind against his hand as he soothes the sting. “Give the black ones back, then.”
“No.” He smacks me again, just hard enough to have my cock grinding against the bed, pulling a soft moan from my throat, which he echoes with one of his own as he massages away the burn. “I need those to wrap around my dick when I’m on the road and have to jerk off.”
Holy hell. I swear that image nearly makes me come.
“Why keep the red, then?” Closing my eyes at the building sensation, I pant through ragged breaths as he breaches my entrance with slick fingers— when did he grab lube —gently pumping and scissoring them to open me up.
“For competitions. I’ll put them in my jumpsuit for luck.”
“I expected you to say you’d put them on your face while you touch your junk.” I huff out a laugh that turns to a blissful groan when he brushes my prostate.
“Gimme another pair and I will.” He nudges that bundle of nerves with one hand while giving my balls a firm tug with the other, my body rocking back and forth to chase his touch. “White this time. Or blue. I like both.”
Somewhere in the back of my mind I realize I must be depraved, or sick, to find that image so appealing.
But just as he knew it would, it makes me unbelievably hard.
So much so, I’d be embarrassed by the way I’m practically humping the bed in search of friction if I didn’t feel his length rubbing the back of my thigh each time I rock backward.
This is exactly what I needed, a sexy man and a little sinful indulgence.
My mind quiets as my body goes weightless, lost to the euphoric sensation of hands pushing and pulling and probing my most intimate places.
Axel’s touch borders on voracious, as if he can’t get enough, yet it’s not rushed or aggressive, just thorough .
And calculated, if the release he denies me is any indication.
Each time he brings me to the brink, he backs off before I can finish, and though I’m tempted to berate him for that, I have to admit my body enjoys being toyed with.
My cock is weeping, my balls are heavier than they’ve ever been, and my body as a whole seems to be vibrating at a higher frequency than I thought possible. Five stars for foreplay.
I’m floating on pleasure overload when the tension on my prostate eases and I hear a zipper, then a foil wrapper, which Axel must open with his teeth since he never takes his fingers off my sac. Something about him rubbing my nuts brings me back to his earlier comments.
“Did you ask for blue to relieve your blue balls?”
“I asked for blue since your ass looked so good in your blue jeans. But I’ll take any color you give me. I’ll take them all.” He spreads my cheeks and notches himself at my entrance.
“If you take them all, what am I supposed to wear?” I hold my breath, wondering how he’ll respond to my attempt to bait him.
“Nothing. That’ll make it easier to fuck you.” Axel inches inside me, that beautiful cock filling me so full my toes curl into the carpet beneath me in protest, yet the only sound I make is a relieved moan as his crown nudges my prostate.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps when he’s seated to the hilt. “That’s the tightest hole I’ve ever been in. Jesus, you feel good.”
I don’t doubt him. It’s been a minute since I’ve taken a dick, and there’s a reason I wanted his. Even though he stretched me perfectly, it was never gonna be an easy fit. Fortunately, my body is already remembering how much it loves a meaty cock.
“I’ll feel even better when you start to move.” Axel gives my ass a firm smack, presumably a warning to give him a minute, but all that does is make my hole contract.
“And you call me the pig,” he mutters with a tentative thrust, and just that one pump has a ball of pressure building in my core that erupts with a shameless moan.
Something about that sound unleashes his restraint, and before I have time to brace, he fucks me into the mattress at a punishing pace.
Fast and hard, Axel’s cock glides effortlessly into my body as his hips slap against my ass.
The smack of bare flesh echoes off the walls, a symphony of grunts adding a carnal flare to the beat .
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