Page 52 of Beyond Reason

“I want you to get yourself nice and spotless, Sunshine. Do that for me so I can get you dirty all over again.”

“Fuck,” he whispered in response, and I decided that was good enough. I left the bathroom, draping the towel over my shoulder as I went to his bedroom.

An idea sparked, and I couldn’t stop myself from going back to his bedside table—I was running on a hunch that he still kept a few things exactly where they used to be.

In the bottom drawer, my fingers met with the feel of something smooth, silky, and solid. I grabbed the black dildo and the full bottle of lube beside it with a smile—Axel really hadn’t changed.

I threw them onto the bed and turned to wait.

He was in the shower for another few minutes, and it was a miracle I didn’t go back in there and drop to my knees in front of him so I could lick the water from his skin.

But that wasn’t what I wanted, it wasn’t what I needed. I wanted him to fly apart for me. I wanted to make him whimper and cry.

I wanted…

“Xavier?” His voice came soft from the doorway. He stood nude and waiting for me, and I turned to him with a small purr of approval before I crooked my finger at him.

“Come lay down and let me see you.”

He came without question, and my entire body burned watching him settle himself against the pillows. Water still glistened in his beard, clinging to the hair peppering across his chest.

He looked so perfect. Too tempting for me to resist—I leaned forward and skimmed my fingers beneath his thigh, drawing one of his legs up and reveling at the sight of him.

“Fuck, you look so good. Do you know that? You always have. That’s why I’m the only one allowed to touch you, do you understand?”

He nodded, and when I slapped his thigh, he rolled over without me having to ask. It left his ass in the air for me, perfect and on display.

With something so fucking tempting laid out and waiting for me, how could I do anything but feast?

I used my knees to shift his legs wider and grabbed his hips to draw him up. It left him open and vulnerable, and my fingers were greedy when I pulled his cheeks apart.

For a second, I just stared—I let the heat of my breath tickle against his hole until I could almost feel his skin flushing beneath my touch.

I waited.

And waited… until…

“Xavier, please?”

“So pretty when you beg,” I murmured, and swiped my tongue against his ass in an unhurried line that drew a groan from his chest. I knew if I let myself, I could get lost here. If I let myself, I’d spend the entire night devouring him and bringing him to the edge over and over again with nothing more than my tongue and my demands.

As it was, every second I spent touching him was pushing me toward the edge. Axel may not have understood it, but he’d always had the power in this dynamic. I might have been the one telling him what to do, but he was the one who could drive me mad with just the taste of him.

I licked across his hole again in a slow stripe that made him moan, then let go of his hip—he kept the position without me having to ask, and it left me free to use both hands. It left him open, waiting—it gave me perfect access to run my tongue around his rim once, twice, before I stiffened the muscle and thrust it forward, the slickness of my saliva giving me glide to press lightly into that ring of muscle.

“Oh, fuck. Yes, please,” he moaned. Vocal. Fuck, Axel was so goddamn vocal. I growled against him and flattened my tongue, letting saliva pool in my mouth to spill out against his ass—I wanted to devour him, to turn him inside out and wrap him up so I could keep him for me and me alone.

I wanted him chained to this bed forever so I could have him just like this.

Always.

Instead, I used the slickness and licked into him again, feeling his ass resist for a moment before giving slightly around my tongue, letting me taste the heat of him.

He shivered, twisting the sheets beneath us in his fists—but fuck if he wasn’t so goddamn good, and fuck if he didn’t stay still for me while I tongue fucked him until my jaw was aching and his entire body was one trembling mess.

When I pulled back, his ass was dripping. Slick and wet and already worked open. It wasn’t enough, though. I ran my fingers through the mess I’d left behind, then dropped my hand forward and grabbed his cock.

One stroke from root to tip showed me he was already leaking precum, already so hard it felt like he might explode if I breathed on him.

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