Page 53 of Beyond Reason

“Not yet, Axel.” I murmured when his hips twitched. “We’re just getting started.”

My fingers squeezed around the base of his shaft in a gentle tease as I sat back on my heels. He stayed like that, kneeling with his ass in the air for me, but his shoulders were shaking—the sight of that tattoo spread across his skin was so fucking gorgeous. The night sky in a swirl, those words. Slicked in sweat and water. I took my time staring while I popped the cap on his lube, loud enough that I knew he could hear it.

He tensed, and his ass clenched, and I had to remind myself again that I was taking this slow—that I had to give him time to come down from the edge before I kept going. It was harder than it should have been, because I wanted him so much.

“Please,” he said it again. That magic word. “Please, touch me. Xavier, I—”

I uncapped the lube and slicked my fingers with it. My tongue had already done most of the work getting him loose, and the tight heat of him around my digits as I slid them inside him made my cock throb between my legs. He moaned and buried his face against the pillows, and I couldn’t stop myself from leaning forward to skate my lips along his spine.

“Go ahead, Axel. Fuck yourself on my hand. Show me how much you want me.”

He didn’t hesitate—he rolled his hips back and thrust so hard it nearly made my wrist ache. It took me a second, but I managed to adjust, and the low groan that tore from his chest when he rocked back and I pegged his prostate was music to my ears.

I let him fuck himself like that until he was panting, until I could see the tremble in his thighs that started gentle and had turned into near spasms with the way he was trying to hold himself back.

He thrust back one more time, and I grabbed his hip, stilling him and twisting my hand inside to press against his prostate again. I crooked my fingers once, twice… and pulled back right before he spilled over the edge.

My eyes focused on the sight in front of me, and I forced myself not to moan—he was open for me, open from the way he’d fucked my hand. The little gape of his hole was a temptation that I couldn’t ignore. I’d planned on drawing this out more, but I honestly didn’t know if I had the strength.

“Roll over.”

“Mmf… hm?” He was almost incoherent from how on edge he was, and I loved to hear it. Drunk on need and want and on the edge of pleasure, floating somewhere on the precipice of completely flying apart and losing himself.

I slapped his ass once. Hard enough to leave a handprint and draw an actual cry from his throat.

“Roll. Over.”

It took him a second, but he did—a hiss tore from him when his body dropped and his cock dragged against the sheets, but he managed to flip onto his back.

He was a leaking mess, thick and long and so tempting. I could have taken him into my mouth, and one hard suck would have painted my tongue with the salty bitterness of him. Instead, I picked up the dildo and held it between us.

He stared at it for a moment before he started to spread his legs, and I groaned—fuck, it was hard for me to concentrate, to keep this up… but I still straddled his thighs and crawled up his body.

“Open up.”

Axel’s eyes widened, but his mouth dropped open obediently, and I had to admit the sight of the black toy disappearing between lips he’d bitten until they were red and raw was almost too much.

Almost.

I worked the toy against his tongue, in and out of his mouth like I was the one fucking him, and I arched a brow.

“How much do you wish this was my cock instead, hm?” I worked the black silicone until over half of it had disappeared between his lips and watched him gag around it—the little sounds catching at the back of his throat were intoxicating, and the sight of his eyes watering nearly undid me. When his brows drew together, I finally pulled back so he could catch his breath. The toy was shiny and slick with saliva, and I didn’t hesitate to draw it down the length of his chest, leaving a trail of wetness in its wake. When I ghosted it over his cock, he whimpered again—and when I lifted one of his legs and thrust it into his worked hole, his back came off the bed.

“Axel, I asked you a question.” I pushed the dildo into him slowly—once, twice, methodical and demanding. As deep as it could go, and angled so it dragged across his prostate again as I pulled it out. “How much do you wish this was me fucking you right now?”

“I—” He looked at me, eyes wild and wide, his face flushed. When I thrust it into him again, his hands shot out, nails biting into my forearms as his muscles trembled. It gave me perfect guidelines on how to twist the dildo again—I pegged that spot over and over until he was panting, until I could see wetness forming behind his lashes… and then I twisted it deep and left it there.

Pressure, but not enough.

“Axel…” I leaned in, running my clean fingers along his spit-slicked lips and dipping them in his mouth for just a second to stroke his tongue. He sucked them like he couldn’t help it, and even that seemed to make him spasm. My other hand pressing the dildo deeper inside him certainly did. “Tell me how much you wish it was me so deep inside you.”

“Please,” he said on a broken cry. “Xavier, please. You. You… Fuck, always you. Only you. Please.”

He looked up at me and he was completely wrecked—I didn’t know how he was holding back, except that he wanted to do what I said, wanted to be good.

“That’s right.” I pulled the toy out and dropped it to the side. “Only me.”

I barely had the willpower to sit back long enough to slick my cock with more lube before thrusting into him—as much as I might have wanted to tease him again, I didn’t know if I had it in me. He was fucked open and so warm inside, but still clenching around me in desperation. When I stroked his cheek, it was wet with tears.

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