Page 31 of Unexpected Boyfriends

“Jesus!” My chest and abdomen are rigid, lifting off the bed, and it's hard to breathe. Well, I’m breathing, just shallow and fast. Quiet and calm has just morphed into something a lot more intense.

“You swear a lot when you’re turned on,” observes Axel with a self-satisfied grin.

“I had no idea…” I groan as he continues his attack on my chest.

Now that he has me panting and writhing on the bed, he trails his fingers lower and explores my belly, but I amticklishand I end up howling with laughter while rolling around on the bed trying to escape.

“You need to settle down or you’ll get hiccups again,” Axel reminds me. It's sweet that he remembers such a small detail about me from over a week ago.

He leans down and presses a gentle kiss just below my navel.His lips are warm on the soft skin. Then he looks up at me, dark hair flopping around his face in soft waves, and I’m left breathless by the emotion shining in his dark eyes.

“Come up here,” I beg him, because as much as I love what he’s doing, I want to feel his lips on mine.

He comes to me quickly and we kiss a long, hard, breathless kiss that goes on and on, tongues dancing around each other, rough surfaces rasping and rubbing, plundering and taking. It’s not a gentle kiss. It’s an urgent, I-nearly-lost-you kind of kiss, that says,never, ever do that again.

When eventually we break apart - which we have to because love isn’t enough to keep us alive, we need, like, air as well, although at this point that seems almost irrelevant – I say, “My turn.”

"Help yourself," replies Axel, laying back on the bed, arms apart, offering himself to me.

And Axel lets me explore him the same way he did me. I trace my fingers over the hills and valleys of his muscles, from shoulders to abdomen. I can't believe I'm actually doing this, running my hands over a man -thisman - his skin warm and alive, the hairs coarse beneath my fingers. My heart is racing, I can feel the pulse fluttering in my neck. I wonder if he notices the slight tremble in my hand as I venture where I'venever gone before.

When I’ve explored my way down to the top of his shorts, I look up at him and ask, “Shorts off?”

For answer, he slides a finger down and removes them, leaving his boxers on. I scramble to do the same. I stroke the bare skin of his lower belly, and then, feeling daring but keeping an eye on his face in case he’s not okay with this, skim my hand down over his boxers and over his package. His half-hard cock firms beneath my hand, and I give an exploratory rub with my palm. Heat flares in my cheeks, hesitancy and excitement warring in my chest.

Axel draws in a ragged breath. His eyes flutter closed, and his head drops back onto the pillow.

He isn’t stopping me.

I stroke him again, more firmly, more confidently as I watch for his response. His cock is fully hard now. His abdominal muscles are taut and quivering, though he’s holding himself very still. I ghost my lips over his erection, and even though the fabric is between us, his heat warms my lips, washes over my face. Still with the boxers in place, I wrap my lips around his crown and suck very softly.

“Ahh,” Axel moans, back arching off the bed. “You don’t have to…”

“Want to,” I murmur. “Wanted to for days. Please?”

The 'please' seems to do it and while he doesn’t say anything, he slips his index finger under the waistband and tugs it down a little. I finish the job, pulling his underwear right off. Then I settle between his legs and before I take him fully in my mouth, I take a long admiring look. I've never been this close to another man's cock before. It's long and thick. The skin looks silky soft, but the shaft is firm. The engorged head is a deep purplish color. It rests against his belly in a thatch of dark hair. His balls are full, hairy and plump and I long to take one in my mouth. But not yet. He looks delicious.

I lick the shaft from root to crown, tease under the head, and run my tongue in circles over it, licking into the hole at the tip. Then I swallow him down, almost to the root, and set to stroking him using my mouth. Axel’s half-gasps let me know how much he’s enjoying this so I keep sucking, settling into a steady rhythm.

Axel’s breathing speeds up and little grunts and moans fall from his lips as he gets more and more excited. He thrusts into my mouth a little and I get the sense that he’s trying to hold back but it’s difficult. I keep pace with his thrusts but when the thrusts arecoming fast enough and his groans are loud enough that I think he’s close to coming, I pull off.

Axel whimpers in protest. And then groans as I take one of his balls completely in my mouth and roll it around with my tongue, while I gently tug the other one with my fingers.

“Oh,fuck,” he moans raggedly.

I swap over, and when I’ve sucked on both balls, I go back to sucking his dick. The tempo of his thrusts changes as he approaches climax, the thrusts are still small as he tries not to make me gag, but they speed up and then the rhythm starts to stutter. He’s about to lose control and I love that I’ve done this to him.

“Gonna come…” he warns, but I’m not interested in pulling off. I want his cum. I want him to explode in my mouth and I want to swallow his load. I want to taste him. His hard cock fills my mouth and I love being like this with him. His muscles tense and his body goes rigid. And then I feel the hot spurt of cum across my tongue, and taste the bitter, salty essence of him as I swallow him down, and it’s perfect.

******

“Oh, my god. You are amazing.”

Axel is sprawled on the bed, totally wiped out.

“Really?” I ask. I am pretty pleased with myself. It’s the first blowjob I’ve ever given, so I’m both relieved and proud that Axel enjoyed it.

“Yes! My god, you have no idea,” he whispers. “That was fantastic.”

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