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CHAPTER 31

AXEL

“ I know what I want,” I repeated.

Jace looked into my eyes and cupped my face.

“Then get up on the bed. On your hands and knees.”

My cock was half hard and getting harder.

I scrambled to stand up and thankfully, I only had to take two steps until I hit the bed. One of them. I tumbled onto the mattress, and leaned on my forearms, my head hanging low, my body vibrating with anticipation and nerves. But when Jace got on the bed behind me, his skin touching mine, I began to shake.

“You tell me if you need me to stop.”

“Jace,” I bit out, sweat trickling down my face. “I swear to God, if you make me wait any longer?—”

He suddenly swatted my ass, and the bite of pain had me groaning out loud.

“You were saying?” he quipped and squeezed my cheeks.

“That’s more like it.”

I heard the click of the lube cap, and then Jace’s warm fingers were on me, one holding my ass cheek and the other teasing my crease, rubbing up and down and over my hole, then my taint. It was so good and yet, not nearly enough.

“More,” I urged him, spreading my knees wider, offering him my hole.

One orgasm with Jace was never enough and my cock leaked furiously, my balls so damn tight. I noticed Jace’s sharply indrawn breath and glanced over my shoulder. He was staring at me intently, his chest moving in and out like he was running at full speed, not kneeling behind me.

Our eyes met and he gave me a wicked grin before lowering his head.

I turned back to the headboard and reached for a pillow, knowing that what was about to happen next was going to leave me screaming.

Loudly.

Sure enough, the moment Jace’s skillful tongue speared my sensitive hole, I was done for.

But he didn’t just lick my hole, he tongue fucked me until I was an incoherent mess. I shoved my face into the pillow and released a strangled groan. The sound was muffled, thank God, otherwise it would’ve had everyone in this hotel banging on our door in no short order.

“Mmm,” he whispered and flicked his hot tongue over my rim. “How badly do you want me inside you?”

“More than anything. Please.”

“Since you beg so nicely,” Jace teased and slid one slick finger over my hole.

“Only for you.”

“That’s right. Only for me,” he replied and pushed the tip of his finger inside me. “Mine.”

“Yes.”

I pushed my ass back, trying to take more of him. The burn was intense, but I was relaxed from the rimming, and ready for more. Ready for all of it.

He pushed his finger in deeper, slowly, taking his time. Driving me insane.

“More, Jace. Please,” I demanded, clutching the pillow so tight I’d probably rip the damn thing into a dozen pieces.

Jace pushed his finger in and out, and where there was pain at first, now there was intense pleasure. He added another finger, going slow and steady, deeper this time. And when he touched my prostate, everything in my body lit up like fireworks. I nearly came off the bed.

“Motherfucker!” I shouted, overcome with intense bliss.

“Is that good or bad?” he asked me, pausing.

“Good, so damn good. Fuck, I feel like a hockey god,” I admitted, having no idea if I was making sense or not.

Hockey god? Definitely not.

“Your ass is my temple,” Jace teased, pushing his fingers in and out. He grazed my prostate again and my climax threatened to let loose.

“Get your cock inside me before I come,” I moaned.

Jace withdrew his fingers, and I hated the feeling.

I was so empty. I’d had enough of that feeling throughout my life. No more.

“If it’s too much, tell me,” he insisted as he notched his dick to my hole.

“Jace.”

He pushed inside me, just the head of his cock, and I bit the edge of the pillow.

The pain was even more intense than I’d imagined.

“Okay?” he asked, rubbing a hand along my ass, then around my hip to take my now-flagging erection in his hand.

“I need…a minute,” I admitted, and tried to focus on my breathing as Jace stroked my cock and leaned over my back, tracing the skin of my shoulders with his tongue. I shuddered from the exquisite pleasure-pain in my ass, letting go, letting him take control of my body. With every touch, I began to relax, and Jace pushed inside me again, deeper this time. God, I was so full. His cock was hot and hard, and it was so much, too much.

Emotions I couldn’t contain rose to the surface and I reached for his hand, guiding him as he stroked my dick, wanting him all over me, everywhere.

“More.”

My voice was hoarse with need, and I shivered when he thrust his hips. Then, he was all the way inside me, his balls to my ass, his chest to my back, both of us slick with sweat, all heat and power as he moved inside me, giving me everything I never knew I needed.

“Just like that,” I groaned as I swiveled my hips, needing more. More cock in my ass, more friction on my dick. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

“Axel, you’re killing me,” Jace whispered in my ear. “I’m trying to go slow.”

“Fuck that,” I panted. “I’m good. More than ready. For all the fucking.”

“Baby,” he moaned, and the word made me shiver.

“Give me your cum,” I urged. “Paint me like you painted the window.”

“I’m gonna come too soon if you keep talking like that.”

“Then hurry up and fuck me,” I growled.

Jace made a guttural sound and finally let loose, rutting into me, so deep that it made me cry out. I forgot about my first-time nerves, hell, I forgot my own damn name. We fucked in a furious rhythm, our bodies straining, the bed shaking, every stroke making me beg and plead for more. No way I was going to last.

“Axel,” Jace’s voice hitched in a telltale sign I recognized. “I’m gonna…fuck, Axel, I’m coming.”

His hands gripped my hips as he let loose, pounding my ass, nailing my prostate over and over, until I came hard, my vision blurring, pleasure stealing the breath from my lungs. I heard Jace shout my name as he came inside me, the heat in my ass intensifying. It was his cum. Holy shit, I thought coming inside Jace was hot, but this?

I collapsed on the bed, and he followed, blanketing my body. It was several minutes before we caught our breath, and another few before he finally slipped out of me. I winced at the pain but fuck, it had been worth it.

When he rolled to his side, I wrapped one arm around him, and we stayed locked together, not a breath between us.

“Are you okay?” Jace asked, licking his lips.

“More than,” I confessed, leaning in to kiss him. “That was, Jesus, I can’t even describe it.”

He gave me a languid smile. “You’re gonna be sore tomorrow.”

“Thank God it’s just a bus ride home.”

He slid a hand over my hip, his fingers trailing down my ass cheek, then over my hole, massaging gently.

“Are we good at that or what?” he quipped.

I laughed. “Any better and we’ll incinerate.”

“I never would have thought—” Jace started.

“What?”

“That we’d end up here,” he confessed, our gazes holding. “And that you’re a secret cuddler.”

His teasing comment had me nipping his shoulder in retaliation.

“I’m so not a cuddler,” I grumbled.

“Are you going to let go of me?”

I grunted instead of responding. But I still didn’t release him.

“See?”

“I’m just resting until I catch my breath.”

“Whatever you say, baby.” Jace rubbed my arm.

The one that was wrapped tight around him.

Before I could utter a response, there was a knock at the door.

“Just ignore it,” I murmured and kissed Jace’s neck.

There was another knock, louder this time. Then a voice called ‘Jace.’

It was Finn. Jesus Christ.

“What’s he doing here?” I whispered.

“Shit, his bag,” Jace replied. “Get in the bathroom. Hurry.”

“This better be the only interruption tonight,” I grumbled and reluctantly let go of Jace.

He slid off the bed, grabbed his jeans off the carpet, and quickly stepped into them, zipping up. His hair was mussed, and I’d left hickeys all over his back and neck. There was no mistaking that he’d just been fucked.

Fucked by me. He was all mine.

“Stop ogling and get in the bathroom,” Jace hissed as he motioned for me to move my butt.

While he grabbed his shirt, I padded off to the bathroom. The ache in my ass was really intense, but I loved it. Because it meant Jace and I were real.

Hiding behind the bathroom door, I left it ajar so I could hear what was going on. I counted Jace’s footsteps as he walked to the door and then the click of the lock opening.

“Hey, Finn, what’s up?” Jace asked, his voice hoarse.

“I need my overnight bag.”

“Oh yeah, sorry,” Jace returned. “Hold on, I’m just…ah…about to hop in the shower. Stay here and I’ll get it for you.”

The door slammed and Jace whizzed by. I heard what I assumed was Jace opening the closet door and then he was running by again. Another click, and another creak from the heavy hotel door.

“Here you go, Finn. Have a good night.”

“You too, Jace. See you at breakfast.”

I sagged in relief against the bathroom sink when I heard the door slam again.

Close call.

Dane being aware of what was going on was one thing, he was one of Jace’s best friends. But Finn? I didn’t know him that well or how he’d react to finding out me and Jace were fucking. Would he rat us out to Coach? Not that he, or anyone on the team, seemed to have an issue with Kayden and Maddox being a couple and playing together.

The irony wasn’t lost on me given my first reaction to them and regret lingered like a nagging headache.

Trying to shake it off, I turned around and reached for the shower nozzle, turning it on full blast. Steam began to fill the room. Instead of waiting for Jace, I stepped into the shower and grabbed the tiny, white bar of soap, scrubbing myself vigorously, the water washing away the cum and sweat, and my good mood along with it.

Regret, however, still clung to me.

Not about Jace, not that. It was just me. One day I would get things right.

Jace entered the bathroom as I finished lathering up. He grabbed a towel, wet it, and headed back out. A few minutes later, he stalked back into the bathroom, threw the towel on the floor, and joined me in the shower.

“I got most of the cum off the window,” he announced with a grin. “Hopefully.”

“Good, because we don’t want to explain that to housekeeping.”

I leaned back against the tiled wall and watched the water sluice down Jace’s body, memorizing every curve and ridge, hypnotized by him. He gave me a heated look in return.

“You alright?” he asked, running one hand through his wet hair, the other reaching for the soap. “You look like you know a secret.”

“I’m more than alright,” I insisted. “And there’s no secret. Like I said earlier, I want to tell the team.”

The bar squirted out of his grip and hit the shower floor with a resounding bang.

Lots of that going on tonight, and soap was the least of it.