Page 49 of Unexpected Boyfriends

“Okay. Sounds like you have plans. Care to share?”

Axel takes his eyes off the road briefly to give me a hot stare.

“No sharing,” he states flatly.

I open my mouth to protest, and then stop. He’s flirting.

“Oh, I don’t know,” I pretend pout, “sharing is caring.”

He lets out a possessive growl. The sound sends the blood rushing straight to my cock. I’m not sure if it’s because I like being claimed or it’s just such a sexy sound coming from him.

“Will you at least tell me where we’re going?” I ask.

“My place.”

“What about your mum?”

“She’s at work.”

“Oh.” I think I like the sound of these plans that I’m not being told about.

I look across at Axel. A flush has spread across his cheek and he holds the steering wheel with a white-knuckled grip, staring intently out the windscreen.

“So that’s the plan then? No sharing and lots of caring?” I ask innocently. Two can play at the flirting game.

Axel swallows and shifts in his seat.

“Yes,” he confirms. “Definitely.” And the look he flashes me leaves me as heated as he looks.

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It takeswaytoo long to drive to Axel’s house. By the time we pull up outside the familiar blue and yellow cottage, we’re both suffering from a very high level of sexual anticipation. The air in the car must be so high with pheromones, it’s a wonder it doesn’t spontaneously ignite.

We manage the walk up the path to the house more or less like normal people, neither of us looking at the other, walking close enough to feel the other’s body heat but not quite touching.

But when we enter the house, Axel grabs me by the hand and literally drags me to his room, reaching behind him to lock the bedroom door.

He steers me to the bed, and I think he’s going to push me down onto it, but he stills. We stand there looking at each other, the harsh rasps of our heavy breathing dominating the room.

Who moves first? I don’t know. I think it was me but maybe not. We both rush to pull our shirts off, then as my hands move to undo the button of my shorts, Axel puts his hand over mine.

“Let me?” he enquires softly.

“Uh-huh.” I let my hands fall away.

Axel’s hands are trembling as he fumbles with the button and unzips my fly. He pauses, then slips a finger inside each sideof the waistband and pulls both shorts and boxers down and off. My fully erect cock springs free slapping my abdomen. I move to kick my shoes off, but Axel doesn’t wait and pushes me backwards onto the bed, my legs hanging over the edge and feet still on the floor.

Nudging my thighs apart, he sinks to his knees between them and in one swift movement takes my aching cock in his mouth.

I groan. It’s a relief to feel the wet heat of his mouth around my aching flesh. It’s been so long. And though I might have jerked off to fantasies of this exact thing, nothing beats the reality of his lips around my dick and his teasing tongue laving my shaft.

He sucks my dick like it’s all he lives for, and within minutes I’m reaching the point of no return.

“Not gonna last,” I gasp, desperately trying to stave off my impending orgasm.

Axel just hums, and the vibration tips me over the edge, and before I can warn him, I shoot reams of cum into his mouth, bucking and crying out as I do. Axel sucks me through to the end, until my cock goes soft, then pulls off and licks his lips.

I’ve nearly passed out on the bed with the strength of my orgasm, which is way bigger than anything I’ve been able to achieve alone.

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