Page 18 of Unexpected Boyfriends

Axel swallows before answering.

“Because… you’re way too tempting,” he confesses, still not looking at me.

Oh! Really? That’s the problem?

“And that’s a problem, why?” I query, now very interested, looking at the back of his head and mentally urging him to turn around. I really like him and I find him really hot. If he's going to drop little lines like that, I am going to eat them up.

“Ah, I’m a bit older than you, not so much in years, but in life experience,” he says, addressing the night and the darkness and the ocean he can’t see, and still not looking at me. “I worry that there might be an imbalance here… that I might be taking advantage of you, if we, ah, if…”

His head turns towards me and suddenly I'm looking straight into eyes so dark in this light that I can no longer make out their color. Even so, this close, I can't mistake the lust I see there, but there’s also such naked longing, that if I wasn’t already sitting down it would surely bring me to my knees. A thrill rushes through my veins. God, I want to suck him off. Or he could suck me. Fuck. At this point I don't really care which, but I want us to do something! Who cares that I'm a total virgin? I'm down for this. Who better to show me the ropes than Axel, this sexy, fun,caringguy who won't make the first move because he doesn't want to take advantage of me...

The only way he trusts this is if I take the initiative.

“Too late for that,” I tell him, bluntly. “I think we’ve already started something.”

I put down my glass, and scoot across the short distance to him, throw one leg over his thighs and straddle him.

The bulge in my jeans presses up against his lower belly. I'm pretty sure I can feel his too.

“Tell me you don’t feel anything and I’ll back off,” I challenge him, unusually bold.

Axel closes his eyes briefly as a soft moan escapes him. He looks like he can hardly breathe. He doesn’t say anything.

Leaning forward, I press my lips to his. They're softer than I expected. These are the lips I’ve been thinking about in moments alone, lips I’ve shamelessly imagined around my hard cock as I stroked myself to completion in my lonely bed. Yes, those lips. And they’re as responsive as I imagined, moving beneath mine and in harmony with mine as he lets me control the kiss.

He opens for me as my tongue presses into his mouth, and he tastes of sweetness and apple and something else indefinably him. Then his tongue surges into my mouth and those powerful muscles move beneath me and he flips me over easily and I find myself beneath him on the rug. Caged but not trapped. I know he’d let me go in a heartbeat if I wanted it. But I don’t, his strength and dominance is a big turn on. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do know I want him closer.

I slide my arms around his waist and pull him nearer as his tongue explores my mouth. His hand slides inside the back of my jeans and over my ass, and he moans into the kiss. I thrust my hips up into him. I’m painfully hard and alarmingly close to coming in my pants. Which, no, just no. I put my hand on Axel’s chest and push back a little. He falters and stills, looking uncertain.

“Keep that up and I'm going to embarrass myself. Suck me off?” I beg him. “Please. I need it.”

He hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, need it. Please. Now, or I’m going to come in my fucking pants!”

“Show me,” he directs. I don’t want to take my hands off him, but I do, and I unbutton my jeans and unzip the fly, drawing my straining erection out into the cool air.

Axel looks at me with such hunger, like he's going to devour me, and I shiver, then he positions himself between my legs. Very slowly he drops his head and gently, way too gently, swipes his tongue across the crown of my engorged dick, licking away the drop of precum bubbling there.

The wet warmth of his tongue over my sensitive skin contrasts sharply with the cool night air, and my moan sounds obscenely loud in the darkness.

He runs his tongue over his lips and looks deep into my eyes. There’s lust and hopefully something more burning in his, and I feel immeasurably safe exposing myself to this man in a way I never have with anyone before. I know he’ll take care of me. I know I can trust him to lead me in this dance.

AXEL

When Justin asks me to suck him off, andafterI make sure he really wants this, I feel... shaky? Nervous?

I’ve been holding back all night. Ever since he slid onto the bike behind me, I’ve been fighting to stay in control of myself, trying to hide how turned on he has me and not pressure him into anything. It’s been a kind of sweet torture being alone with him, with the blood thundering in my ears and pooling somewhere else, looking at his cute face, listening to his musical laugh, and trying hard not to be the thing he regrets in the morning.

But then he lands in my lap and kisses me.

And then he begs me, so sweetly… and I can’t hold myself back anymore. I can give him what he needs and I intend to make it good for him. Is it his first time? I don't know. I probably should ask, but I don't. I don't want to disturb the momentum of whatever is going on here. All I know is he wants it and I'm going to give it to him.

His cock is magnificent. It’s thick, not exceptionally long, and the head is plump and a purplish plum color. A drop of precum is already forming on the tip and I swipe my tongue over it and taste him. He tastes wonderful, and I take a moment to admire him.

He looks so beautiful, lying there in front of me, fully clothed except for the open fly of his jeans with his swollen cock jutting out, his eyes pleading and desperate.

My mouth waters with desire. But even stronger than my lust, I feel a deep protectiveness. He’s offering himself to me sohonestly, and I feel humbled by the trust he’s showing me. I want to make him fly and I want to keep him safe.

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