Page 103 of Unexpected Boyfriends

“It’s done. I don’t want to think about it.”

“Okay.”

“But I could do with a distraction.”

A pause.

“I can help with that. May I?”

“Please.”

Axel slides down the bed. I think he’s going to go straight for my cock, but instead he nibbles and licks around my hips and slides his tongue down the crease between my pelvis and thighs. He’s teasing me. Or enjoying me. Maybe both.

Finally, he runs his tongue over the crown of my straining dick. A shudder runs through me. He sucks me into his mouth and takes me deep. My hips lift off the bed automatically, and he hums approvingly. He bobs his head up and down, sucking and running his tongue on the underneath of my shaft. Then he breaks off and flings the bedcovers away.

I whimper as the cold air hits my wet dick.

He leans over me, stretching to reach the top drawer of the bedside table. He doesnothingto prevent his own erection fromrubbing across my belly, pressing into me and leaving a wet stripe, as he rummages in the drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube.

Before going back down again, he pulls himself up and gives me a sloppy open-mouthed kiss, followed by a heated look, then he resumes his work on my cock which is desperate for more attention. The pre-cum is leaking freely, and it won’t take much to make me come. When his slicked-up hand finds its way between my legs, runs along my taint, and a finger lazily circles my hole, I bite my lip hard and struggle to maintain control. I don’t wantthis to end too soon.

He adds more lube and his finger presses against me, then slides in, my body stretching greedily to accommodate him. The sensation is… wonderful. I’ve missed him so much. And now we’re here and he’s doing this, and suddenly it’s two fingers. I’m feeling full and stretched and when he crooks his fingers and thrusts against the spotandtakes my swollen cock in his mouth at the same time, there’s no hope for me.

I buck as an unearthly groan escapes my throat, and what feels like streams of cum shoot into his mouth before I can warn him. Axel swallows everything and sucks me through my orgasm, until I’m lying helpless and sated on the mattress, completely wrung out and unable to move.

“Fuck.” I mumble. I know I should be doing something to take care of Axel, but I’m too boneless to move right now. “Give… give me a minute.”

Axel laughs, a soft, low, self-satisfied chuckle, as he slides his warm body over mine.

“Think you need more than a minute. But,” he’s arranging the covers over us and the pillow under my head, “we have all the minutes in the world.” And he kisses my cheek.

After the world stops spinning and my head begins to clear, I slide my hand down and find his cock which is still rock hard. I close my fingers around it and stroke gently. My hand is too dry for this to be comfortable for him.

“Where’s the lube?” I ask.

Axel feels around with his hand, then nudges something up the bed with his leg.

“Here.”

I squeeze some into my palm and go back to stroking him. He thrusts into my hand. He feels so good in my hand, but I want to be closer.

“Axel?”

“Yeah,” the word barely scrapes past his lips.

“Would you… I want you to fuck me.”

Silence.

“Please,” I add.

Axel chuckles, but it’s a ragged sound.

“So polite,” he says and I’m afraid he’s going to ask me if I’m sure. But he rolls away to the bedside table, pulls out lube and condoms and throws them on the bed. I’m glad that he doesn’t question that I’m ready, that he accepts I know my own mind on this. There’s nothing more that therapy can do for me right now. There will be difficult days ahead, I’m sure, but it’s time to get onwith living. And I need the love - both emotional and physical - this beautiful man can give me.

“Get your ass up here,” he pats the bed beside him and I shimmy further up the bed.

“Lie on your back,” he instructs. I’m surprised, because this isn’t how I’d thought it would be done.

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