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CHAPTER 20

JACE

W hy was Axel fully clothed and me completely naked, the sexiest thing ever?

I reached for his zipper and undid it, taking my time, watching his eyes glaze over and his chest rise and fall, like he’d just raced down the ice at full speed. When I pushed his jeans down to sit low on his hips and reached inside his briefs, taking his hard, leaking cock in my hand, he let out the filthiest moan. His uncut dick was heavy, covered in thick veins, and my mouth watered. Axel was a huge man, and his dick was perfectly proportioned to the rest of him. My ass clenched just thinking about riding him. I slid one experimental hand under his t-shirt, running my fingers along his abs, hot skin and firm muscles quivering with every stroke.

“You don’t need to—” he moaned.

“Yes, I do,” I insisted.

Leaning in, I buried my nose in his blond pubes and drew in a deep inhale, taking in the scent of musk and the citrus bodywash that lingered. Fuck, he smelled delicious, and I couldn’t help but give his taut v-line a teasing lick, tasting salt and something uniquely Axel.

One taste wasn’t going to be nearly enough.

“Fuck, that’s hot.”

His appreciative groan had me glancing up, his dark eyes glazed with lust. I turned my head and licked the base of his cock, tracing a long vein with my tongue, feeling his pulse jump, my own heart racing in time.

“Good?” I asked him as I continued to lick my way down his cock, noting the way his breath hitched, his muscles quaked, his cock jerked.

“Meh,” he croaked in a breathy whisper. “A blowjob’s just a…b-blowjob.”

Judging by his fumbled words, tense posture, and heated eyes, he was so full of shit. I let out a dirty laugh, determined to prove my point.

“I haven’t even started yet,” I replied smugly. “And you’ve never had your cock sucked by me before. Hold on to my hair. Or the wall. Either way, grab something, because your knees are about to give out. It’s your only warning.”

Axel shook his head.

“So fucking cocky,” he muttered, licking his lips, his eyes sparking fire.

“Damn right.”

I loved sucking dick. I leaned in, holding the base of his dick in one hand, and slid his cock into my mouth, inch by inch. And there were a lot of inches. Axel smelled amazing but he tasted even better. I swallowed, taking him down, down, deeper, until my throat was stuffed full of his fat dick.

“What the fuck?” he groaned loudly and gripped my hair like he was reaching for a lifeline.

I’d have a sore throat tomorrow, but it would be worth it. Giving head was such a rush.

When I hummed my pleasure, Axel’s cock pulsed in my mouth. My cock jerked hard in response, and I wanted to touch myself, but that would have to wait. First, I was going to suck all that strain and stress from his body. Still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t have fun and tease him while doing it.

I popped off his dick and leaned back on my heels.

“Had enough already?” I quipped and licked my swollen lips.

His answering glare made my cock even harder.

“Suck my dick,” he growled.

His husky demand made me laugh again, lighting up every pleasure point in my body. He was still holding tight to my hair and looking down at me with a fierce gaze.

I wasn’t sure if he wanted to kiss me again or shove me away for good.

He tugged my hair, pulling me in closer, and I got my answer, leaning in and swallowing him down again. He grunted and swore, and then I hummed again and he lost it.

“Jesus Christ,” he whimpered. “Jesus fucking Christ, Jace. No one’s ever…shit.”

The sounds he made, filthy and provocative, had my own cock leaking furiously. But the only thing I needed was to watch Axel fall apart. My orgasm could wait.

I kept licking and sucking, taking him deep, until I was sure I was going to pass out from the lack of oxygen. But what a way to go…

“Don’t—” Axel whimpered.

What? Did he change his mind?

“Don’t stop,” he rasped. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

Yes, fuck yes. Goosebumps popped up all over my skin. I sucked harder, my eyes watering, saliva slipping out of the corners of my mouth. I was a man possessed, cradling his balls with my hand while I took him deep down my throat, so deep I’d probably be unable to speak for days, never mind tomorrow.

“Jace…you…oh God,” Axel roared, punching his hips forward, his hands taking control of my head. “Motherfucker, I’m going to come.”

I moaned, the sound muffled by his dick.

“Pull off if you don’t…don’t want my load,” he panted.

Want it? No. I didn’t want it.

I needed it.

Axel

Nothing prepared me for Jace, on his knees, sucking my cock.

I didn’t recognize the raw, animalistic sounds coming out of my mouth. Or the desperate craving I had to rub my body all over Jace’s, until we were sweaty and covered in each other’s cum. Was this what everyone was bragging about when they talked about sex? I’d never wanted to kiss anyone like that, totally and completely consumed. Like if Jace stopped touching me, I would fucking die or something.

That gorgeous, smart-ass mouth of his was my downfall, but fuck it, I was ready for the ride.

And Jace knew exactly what he was doing, sucking my dick with abandon. But the realization about why he was so good at this made me pissy as hell. Picturing him going down on another guy had me biting back a possessive growl.

Until lust overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t think at all.

I just needed more of his hot, wet mouth, and his tormenting fingers.

His bright eyes hid nothing. The cocky asshole knew exactly what he was doing to me. And the things I wanted to do with him? I didn’t have any experience in hooking up with guys, but it didn’t seem to matter. Just like in hockey, I let my instinct guide me.

My instinct, and Jace.

Jace slid his warm hand under my balls, over my taint and then my ass, making me shiver, teasing my hole but not going any further. A frustrated snarl rumbled out of my chest. I snapped. Or, rather, my knees did.

Yep, Jace was right, even though I wasn’t going to give in and admit the truth.

Thankfully, when my knees gave out, I had the wall to support me.

“Touch me there,” I demanded. “Do it.”

I wanted him to touch me everywhere. My cock, my nipples, my ass. Fuck, I’d played with my ass before, but the thought of Jace’s fingers there? Inside me? Yes. I wanted that. His tongue. Maybe even his cock. The fantasy of Jace fucking my ass was so freaking hot that my entire body went rigid, my climax just within reach.

It was too damn fast. But so damn good.

And when he rubbed his rough finger over my sensitive hole, teasing the rim, I was done. Gone. Finished. I came down his throat in a heated rush that had me shaking uncontrollably. He’d bested me again, but this time I was too satisfied to feel bad about it. I reveled in the pleasure, the orgasm slamming into me, hitting me hard. All I could do was scream Jace’s name and let him pull me under.

“Yes,” I panted, gasping for air. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

Then I realized I was still holding on to Jace’s head, running my hands through his soft, thick hair. Slowly, reluctantly, I let go of him as my cock slipped out of his mouth, my cum dripping down his chin, over his scruff. Jace was hot as hell, but he looked even more gorgeous with my cum painting his face.

The support of the wall was no match for that orgasm, and I slid down, until my bare ass met carpet.

Normally after sex I just wanted to walk away. But this was different. I was different with Jace. It felt like I’d barely scratched the surface of what sex could be like, and now that I finally found out just how good it could be, I didn’t want to let go.

“Kiss me,” I whispered to him.

Jace shook his head, but I ignored that and reached for him, cupping his face.

“What, now you’re shy?” I quipped, drawing a small grin out of him.

“Never,” Jace admitted and licked his lips.

Fuck, he was tasting my cum. That was so hot.

“And?” I demanded, cupping his jaw, leaning in until our lips brushed, setting off sparks I couldn’t control. “What? You think I’m going to freak out? That I don’t want to kiss you?”

“Cum isn’t for everyone.”

I barked out a laugh, and since when did that happen during sex?

“I can’t speak for them. Only for me,” I returned and nipped his lips. “Kiss me, goddamn it.”

Jace finally gave in, straddling my lap, mauling my lips. Tasting myself was sexy. Sexy and addictive. Just like the man in my arms.

His hard cock brushed against my abs and shit, he hadn’t come yet? This was another reason why I had a lousy track record in the bedroom. I was selfish.

Not that I wanted to be that way now.

I ran my hands down his neck, over his smooth back and cupped his ass, pulling him in tight, roughly, needing him closer. Needing him all over me. His chest teased my nipples, and he rubbed against me, rocking his hips, my cock half hard and getting harder. He shuddered and writhed, and I wanted to see him come. I wanted to taste him too.

“That’s it, Honey, come all over me,” I moaned, unable to stop the words from spilling out of my mouth.

Honey? God, I really was fucked up. That goddamn nickname was stuck in my head but apparently not in my mouth. I thought for sure Jace would laugh. Instead, he launched himself at me and ravaged my lips, making my eyes roll back in my head. We humped frantically, my back slamming against the wall, the sound loud, but our mutual groans even louder. He dug his hands into my shoulders and rode me, our cocks rubbing together, our sweat and the smell of cum intensifying.

I need more, I need more. I need…Jace.

“Fuck, Axel, fuck,” Jace chanted, rutting harder, his body undulating, straining close.

Not close enough. I buried my face in his neck, inhaling the sharp scent of my cum combined with his sweat. So delicious. I licked and bit his shoulder, sucking hard, marking him as he jerked and shuddered. Holding on tighter, I wrapped him up in my arms, feeling protective and possessive all at once.

What the fuck was he doing to me?

“Come for me, please, please, come for me,” I begged, so far gone that I didn’t recognize myself.

“Axel!”

Jace’s hot cum lashed my skin and my cock jerked in response.

The first orgasm was intense. The second one totally ruined me.

Ripples and aftershocks rolled through my body, both of us a sticky, completely debauched mess.

I didn’t let go of Jace, though, loving the feel of his weight on me, and the smell of our sex. He didn’t seem keen to move either.

“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered. “What the hell was that?”

“You’re asking me?” I panted.

“You’re the only one here,” he quipped, kissing my neck the way I had his, the gesture making me clinch him hard again.

“I don’t know,” I paused and looked into his eyes.

I was so fucked.

“I really don’t know.”