Page 23 of Wild Card (Foster Bro Code #2)

Dalton

Axel fell into my arms like he was meant to be there, and damn, maybe he really was.

I no longer cared if he was the right man at the right time because he was the perfect man any-damn-time. Hearing him call himself wrong turned my heart inside out. I wanted to wrap him up and protect him from the world that hurt him so badly.

I settled for kissing him until we both gasped for breath.

Banshee and Taz danced around us, jumping against our legs, until we broke the kiss with a laugh.

“Let’s put them outside, or we’ll have an audience,” Axel murmured.

“Didn’t seem to bother you at Glitter Balls.”

He smirked. “I like taking risks.” He fingered the badge clipped to my shirt. “Fucking a lawman…that’s a new one. Delicious, though.”

His words reminded me I was on my lunch break. I checked the time. Forty minutes left. Time enough unless an urgent call came in. I wouldn’t be eating lunch today, but that was okay. I was starving for something else.

Axel herded his critters out the door and shut it. I stepped up behind him, caging him in against the door. I swept his long hair to one side and nosed at the nape of his neck.

Axel shivered. “Think you can handle me?”

I pushed my hips forward, grinding my hard dick against his tight ass. “Oh, I know I can.”

Axel still wore no shirt. I peppered kisses across his shoulders while reaching around to stroke my fingers up his chest. I found a nipple and pinched it.

“Harder,” he demanded.

He ground his ass back against my dick, tempting me to lose all control.

I gave him what he wanted, twisting and tugging hard, making him cry out, and spun him around to see my handiwork. His left nipple was dark red and puffy, standing at attention.

I grabbed his right nipple, giving it the same treatment, and he moaned, eyes slipping closed. “You just gonna abuse my nips all day, or are you gonna pound my ass?”

“You’re a real brat, huh?”

He laughed. “You’re just figuring that out?”

I yanked him to me for a biting kiss, then shoved him toward his bed. “Go. Get naked.”

Axel unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them over his hips, bare ass on display, as he took the few steps to his bed.

By the time he got there, his jeans were at his ankles.

He kicked them off and climbed onto the bed on hands and knees.

His dick was thick and dark red, the metal of the Prince Albert piercing gleaming.

Fuck me, but that piercing was hot. My ass clenched at the phantom memory of that dick spearing into me, the piercing rubbing against my insides, so intense it almost hurt, but too good to fucking stop.

I clambered onto the bed behind him, still dressed, and too eager to worry about shedding my layers. “Supplies?”

“Got no condoms,” Axel said. “Lube is on the floor. Knocked it down earlier.”

I bent over the edge of the bed to retrieve the bottle of lube, then fumbled for my wallet, which contained a condom. I tossed them on the bed at my side.

His ass was too gorgeous to fuck and run. I cupped his cheeks, squeezing tight muscle, and then spread him open. I blew a soft stream of cool air across his pucker.

“Dalton…” he scraped out, sounding uncertain.

“Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you hard. But first, I’m going to enjoy you.”

“What? But?—”

I leaned in and licked through his crease. Axel lurched away with a sound of surprise, then rammed his ass back so hard he nearly broke my face. I wound an arm around his waist, pinning him in place, and then buried my tongue in his twitching hole.

He groaned deep in his throat. “Oh, fuck…”

I took his advice and began fucking my tongue in and out of his entrance, pausing to flick the edges of his rim every few seconds. Unable to resist that piercing, I slid an arm between his legs and grasped his dick. I tugged it backward, toward me, and flicked the Prince Albert.

Axel bucked in my arms. “Ah! God, Dalton!”

I did it again, relishing his moans, and breathed in the earthy smell of his skin as I tasted his insides.

“Please, fuck, I can’t take it,” he babbled. “Need your dick.”

I relented, pulling back to wipe my face on my arm. I was defiling my uniform, but just then, I didn’t give a fuck.

“You still want it hard?”

“Yes! Split me open!”

I rolled on the condom, slicked it with lube, and positioned myself at his hole. “You sure, baby?”

“No pet names,” he growled.

Damn. He was still so determined to keep his emotional distance. I grabbed a handful of his hair, yanked his head back, and put my lips next to his ear.

“I’ll call you whatever the fuck I want when my dick is inside you.”

“It’s not inside me, though, is it?” he snapped.

“Let’s fix that.” I surged forward, forcing my dick into his body.

Axel was really fucking tight. Tighter than I expected.

He whimpered as I stretched his hole wide, body quivering with the strain.

“When’s the last time you bottomed, sweetheart?”

“Been a while,” he gritted out. “Just go faster. It’ll fade.”

I swatted his ass. “I’m running the show, and you’re going to take time to adjust first.”

He attempted to shove back—but I was ready for that tactic. I held his hips in an iron grip, not letting him move.

“Fuck you! Fucking take me!”

“Stop trying to run the show,” I said calmly. “I’ll take you when you’re ready.”

I reached beneath him to give that fat dick of his a stroke and squeeze. His tip was wet with precum, already drooling for me. I smoothed it around his spongy head, flicking his piercing and making him squirm on the end of my dick.

“You’re really fucking hot like this,” I murmured. “So desperate for me.”

“Please, Dalton.”

“You’re gonna beg me now?” I teased. “How the tables have turned.”

“Fucking fuck me, asshole! You promised!”

I moved one hand up, cupping it around his throat, and surged forward. My dick drove deep inside.

Axel gave a strangled scream as I slammed into him. My grip on his neck tightened, but not enough to cut off all his air.

“I’ve got you,” I murmured. “Gonna give you everything you need. You hear?”

“Y-yes,” he wheezed.

I circled my hips, loosening him up a bit more, then eased back until his rim caught on the ridges of my cockhead. Using my grip on his throat, I forced Axel’s head up, arching his back. It tipped his ass up at the perfect angle.

I drove in again and again, thrusting hard and deep. I fucked him with all the force I had until he dissolved into sobs of pleasure, far beyond words. Then I grabbed the base of my cock, keeping the condom in place, and pulled out of him.

His hole fluttered around nothing, and he gave a wounded cry. “No, don’t stop!”

“Flip over,” I said.

He hesitated, and I thought for a moment he might refuse—even if it meant denying himself an orgasm. Then, with a huff of annoyance, he turned onto his back and glared up at me.

“You’re a bastard.”

“Does that mean you don’t want my dick back in your greedy hole?”

If looks could kill, I might expire on the spot. Axel spread his legs, reaching for his thighs to pull them up.

I ran a finger along his rigid dick, rubbing a thumb over his piercing, then tugging it gently. He bit his lip, but he couldn’t suppress the whimper of need that escaped.

I locked eyes with him. “You’re so sexy, Axel. I’m going to make you feel so good. You deserve that.”

His eyes slipped close, face tensing.

“You know that, right? You deserve care and affection. You’re worth it.”

“I am?” he whispered.

I dipped forward to kiss those trembling lips. “Let me take care of you.”

His eyes opened, meeting mine, the cool blue no longer ice but fire. “You can try.”

My lips quirked. “That’s all I ask.”

I sank back into his body, slow and smooth, both of us moaning as I filled him.

I rocked in and out of him, eyes locked on his face, clocking every small reaction.

I knew exactly when I hit his prostate. His eyes widened, his jaw slackened, and his moan was so delicious I had to dip forward and drink it from his lips.

I circled my hips, grinding into him, working the spot that made him jerk and quiver.

His arm flexed between us as he stroked his dick in time with my thrusts. I pushed up enough to watch, then reached out to tug the piercing with my right hand.

Axel gasped, curling forward, as cum flooded out of the tip of his dick. It poured down his shaft, over the tips of his fingers and his knuckles.

I raised my hand, licking the taste of Axel from my fingers, as I plunged deep and shuddered with release. His ass was still fluttering from his orgasm, prolonging my pleasure. We rocked together, shaking, until our bodies calmed.

As soon as they did, Axel pushed me back. “That was fun.”

I didn’t let the casual words bother me. I’d expected this. Axel used sex as a shield, but I was determined to get past his defenses.

I drew out of him slowly, then disposed of the condom in a small trash can by the bed.

Axel sat up against the wall, his hair spread out around him, his ink coloring nearly every inch of his torso. He looked like a Nordic god.

“You’re gorgeous, you know that?”

Cool blue eyes met mine. “You’re a good fuck, Deputy.”

I grabbed his jaw, leaning in to kiss him hard. His tongue slid along mine, just as eagerly as before. He wanted to look detached, but he actually wasn’t. I nipped his lip, making him suck in a sharp breath.

“I’m more than a fuck,” I said. “So are you.”

His neutral mask slipped a notch. “Dalton…”

My radio chose that moment to crackle with the dispatcher’s voice. “Deputy 2, can I get your 10-20?”

“Lunch,” I responded. Not technically the answer, since 10-20 was a location, but damned if I was going to say Axel’s bed .

Axel snickered, all too happy to retreat into casual sex territory. “You’re a naughty deputy, fucking me with your nightstick while on duty.”

I rolled my eyes. “Watch it, or I’ll shock you with the Taser. Get that attitude of yours in check.”

His eyes heated. “That a threat or a promise?”

The radio crackled again. “Robbery in progress at 1022 Pines Lane. Calling in all units.”

Well, shit. There was no disregarding that.

“Copy.”

I tucked myself into my pants and zipped up. Axel watched with an amused tilt to his lips. No doubt he liked me fucking him during my workday, then returning to patrol smelling of his cum.

But I was determined not to let this be some seedy fling.

“I’ll see you for dinner,” I said in my most authoritative deputy voice.

He blinked. “You will?”

“Yeah, darlin’. I’m going to cook for you. Consider it our first date.”

His lips parted in shock, but he didn’t tell me not to use a pet name. Progress, right?

“That’s not what this is,” he argued.

“It is now.” I nodded toward the door. “Gotta go do my job. I’ll call you later.”

He looked so damn terrified that I bent down and kissed him again. “Don’t worry, Ax. It’s just food. A beer. More fucking. You can handle it.”

He shoved me away. “Don’t baby me.”

I laughed. “Then don’t pout.”

He flipped me the bird, and I blew him a kiss. I was grinning as I stepped out the door.

If only this moment, this fizzing in my veins and warmth in my chest, could last forever.