Page 29 of Ten Hammers

“What are you thinking?” His hands slide around my sides again, his fingers feathering across my skin, making me tremble.

He’s torturing me. It isn’t fair.

“I’m thinking you better kiss me right freaking now.”

The predatory look he gives me is enough to send shivers along my spine. My arousal has fully soaked my panties, and when his mouth crashes over mine, another wave gushes between my thighs. I press my palms against his pecs, my fingers twitching to play with his nipple rings. I’m desperate to feel his hard body against mine. He smiles against my mouth when I whimper.

“Is this what you want?” He hooks one of my legs up over his hip and swivels his body, grinding into me.

I’m seeing stars. I try to answer, but I can’t make a sound, not even to moan my approval. He doesn’t mind. He parts my lips, deepening our kiss. My tongue slides over his, finding that tantalizing metal stud. His tongue twists, caressing mine as his hips roll.

Oh! Ohhh. I could spend entire days doing this, not just a single minute that ends much too soon–

But suddenly it’s Theo’s turn, and he grins mischievously as he pulls me away from Gav, his lips finding mine without hesitation. His tongue is teasing and inviting, so different from my last kiss, but so delicious he pulls small hums of desire out of me instantly. He tastes like mint, and smells like citrus, and his kisses are sensual and sweet.

But I need his hands on me.

More, I want to beg.

With a smirk, he touches my face, then his hands move to my ribs, skimming the underside of my breasts with his thumbs. Another pair of hands on my waist causes me to jerk back in surprise, but I relax into his touch when I breathe in all of the familiarity of Leo.

“If we share, that means our time with you is twice as long, right?” Leo’s lips dance across my shoulder.

Theo claims my mouth again before I can answer Leo, but I don’t need to even say a word. Leo slots himself behind me and Theo takes the front, and their bodies and mouths move over and around me like yin and yang, nipping here and tasting there, until I’m writhing in ecstasy.

More, I want to cry. I want all of it. All of them. Everything my boys have to give me–

Too abruptly, they pull apart, and I feel bereft for a split second until I realize it’s Axel’s hard body that my backside now presses against.

“I was hoping you’d want to go for five minutes,” he says as his lips drop to the crook of my neck. He pauses just before touching my skin, leaving me wanting. One of his hands is in my hair, tightening his fist around a handful of curls.

I lean my head back against his shoulder, giving him access to my mouth.

But he doesn’t kiss me yet. His free hand touches my belly, his fingers splaying. He isn’t gentle with his touch; it isn’t tickly. His hand is strong, possessive, just like the one in my hair.

He turns my head for better access to my throat in this position and drops a hot kiss, accompanied by a tiny lick, on my neck.

“I guess I better wow you,” he says, and then he smiles against my neck as his hand creeps lower.

My eyes jam closed as every nerve in my body springs to attention, following his touch, and a fresh cascade of warmth releases between my legs.

“I mean, that’s a tough act to follow.” Axel’s mouth vibrates my skin. “Not sure I’ll be able to compete–”

“Shut up,” I pant. “I don’t want this to be a competition.”

“Oh?” he says. “Isn’t that exactly what this is?”

“Not right now. I just want a kiss.”

“Ah. So that’s all you want, sweetheart.” He says it in a voice that sounds resigned to a sad fate, sad like he was a short while ago, but this time his sadness is just a ruse. As his hand slips lower down my belly, his fingertips deliberately stroke the front of my pajama shorts exactly where I want them, and his smile against my neck becomes a grin as my eyes fly wide open. “Or do you want more?”

I squeeze my thighs together. His grip on my hair releases and his hand slides down my body, his firm fingers landing on my hip.

“Spread your legs,” he commands quietly in my ear. “Let me touch you.”

I can’t believe how bold he’s being right now. I’ve seen the bossy side of Axel here and there during our years on the show, when we were in a time crunch and his gardens and planters needed attending one way or another before a big reveal. That’s why, in my How I Lose My Virginity to Axel fantasy, as he instructs me on how repot his favorite roses (his glasses giving me Hot For Teacher vibes, naturally), my fantasy-Axel is bossy and bold. And when fantasy-Axel demands that I unbuckle his belt, slide down his jeans, and take him in my mouth, get him lubed up before he fucks me, I’m more than willing. I love this side of Axel, just as much as his gentle, sensitive side.

The real Axel is even bolder than in my fantasy, and I do as he commands, widening my stance, and gasping when his fingers find me again, this time passing under my waistband and touching me without the barrier of my sleep shorts.

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