Page 45 of Unexpected Boyfriends

And tongues. Our tongues are dancing around each other, sliding and caressing, making promises we can’t put into words.

Axel’s lips run along my jaw and down my neck, dropping wet, open-mouthed kisses as he does so. He runs his mouth over my shoulders and across the muscles of my chest, which shiver at his tender exploration. He sucks on my nipples, his tongue traces the contours of my chest and abdomen. He leaves no spot untouched, and I wonder if he’s making a mental map of my body that he’ll return to when I’m no longer here.

The press of his lips is soft and tender, and when he finds his way lower, he caresses my inner thighs with his tongue, lazily and languidly, wetly sliding over the fine hairs. The sharp sting of teasing nips at the soft skin make me twitch and jerk, then he kisses the same spot, and loves on it with his tongue.

My cock is hard at attention, weeping, and I’m desperate for his mouth and his tongue, but he’s making love to me and he’s in no hurry.

I groan. “Please,Axel.”

The stubble on his face grazes my inner thighs as he turns his head to look up at me.

“Tell me what you want,” he smirks, because of course he knows, he just wants to hear the words. If I wasn’t so strung out, I’d roll my eyes, but I am, so…

“Take me in your mouth,” I beg.

“Here?” he moves up and closes his mouth around one of my hipbones and takes a nip.

“Aahh, no! Fuck that! You know what I want.”

“Where then? Tell me. I wouldn’t want to get it wrong,” he teases, and I can feel his smile against my skin.

“My cock, dammit, you know…ungh.” The sudden warmth of Axel's mouth around my cock renders me speechless, and my hips levitate off the bed as he sucks me deep and hums around my shaft. I release a series of unintelligible sounds as he bobs up and down, his lips dragging the silky skin over my hard shaft. I’m so turned on, I’ve got no control. I’m not going to last. My cocks swells more and my balls start to draw up, but Axel pullsoff before I go over the edge. I release a frustrated groan of protest.

“Don’t stop,please!”

But apparently Axel has other plans. He pushes my thighs up and hooks my legs over his shoulders. Then he slides his hands under my ass cheeks, lifting them and holding them apart. Cold air rushes over my crack. My heart stutters, my body trembles. My legs are spread and he can see my hole. I’m completely exposed to him. I have never felt so raw and vulnerable, so stripped bare.

When his tongue laps at my taint, I whimper. And when his tongue finds my hole and circles it, I moan. The rawness is overwhelming, and one part of me is shocked that I’m allowing him to do this… and another part is shamelessly loving it. I have the feeling that I’m laying my heart and body down for him. And then when his tongue pushes inside, I die a little… a beautiful floating exquisite death and…

“More,” I beg, pushing shamelessly back against his tongue.

Oh my god. What kind of magic is this? A deep, base part of me wishes I could see his tongue pressed inside my hole, my thighs spread wide for him; wanton, reckless and needy.

I moan and writhe on the end of his tongue, on the point of coming apart.

I’m lost in a sea of overwhelming sensations, when unexpectedly Axel withdraws his tongue. I sob a protest.

But more is coming. I hear the snick of the lube bottle opening, and the cool of the lube between my ass cheeks makes me jump. Then Axel applies gentle pressure against my entrance, his lubed finger pausing there.

“Is this okay?”

I swallow hard. But yes, thisisokay, more than okay. It’s what I want, but I’m nervous.

“Yeah. Go slow?”

“Of course. Trust me.”

And I know I can, so I relax and let Axel weave his magic as he slowly and carefully works a finger inside, waiting for my sphincter to relax and accept him, before sliding deeper. It feels weird having someone else do this, but I've experimented on my own before, so the sensations aren't entirely new. The self-consciousness is, however, but I tamp it down and just give myself over to the sensations. I feel safe with Axel.

“How’s that?” Axel checks, but surely he can tell it’s amazing. I’m making the most shocking noises which under any other circumstances would have me cringing with embarrassment. But not with him. With him, I can lay myself bare without shame.

“Oh my god, that’s a..a..amazing,” I stutter, a choked groan slipping out along with the words.

“Gonna try two now,” Axel’s voice sounds strained.

I whimper at the loss as he withdraws his finger, but the emptiness is only for a moment. He adds more lube and then there’s more pressure as he presses two fingers in ever so slowly, waiting for my body to accommodate before sliding them in a little further. In and out, over and over. Waiting patiently for my body to yield to him.

I can’t tell how far his fingers are inside me. It feels like they must be miles up there. And then he hits my prostate and Iforget about how far in he is, because it really doesn’t matter. I’m nearly levitating off the bed, keening loudly, as he fucks me with his fingers, hitting my prostate every time and sending me nearly out of my fucking mind.

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