Page 60 of Blaze & Ajax

Just when I felt the burn, tug, and pressure of my impending orgasm, Ajax popped off.

“Do you think it’s possible to hate someone and then fall in love, anyway?”

My eyes went wide, and I held my breath, not daring to speak. Did he mean what I thought he did? Was he just rambling about a thought he had? Was the question rhetorical, or did he really want to know?

“Uhm…”

“I think it’s possible.” Ajax worked kisses down my stomach and hips, leaving little bites and more hickeys. “I think there’s a fine line between hate and love, don’t you?”

“Ah…”

He reached my feet and sucked on my big toe before slipping it out of his mouth. “Like hate is a really strong emotion, right? So is love. But are they really opposites? They’re both passionate.”

“I don’t know, Precious,” I finally said. There were no answers, and I wasn’t ready to broach the subject of love yet. God, I wanted it, but it was alsoterrifying. Everyone I’d ever loved turned their backs on me—all of them. If I ever told him I loved him, would he leave me, too?

“Mmm, yeah, definitely never stop calling me that.”

Ajax sat up and ran his fingers across my body. I was achingly hard, but I was used to holding out for long periods. He was so hard, too, his cock resting against my thigh, getting it wet with sticky pre-cum.

“God, you look so cute with hickeys—beautiful even. Next time, when some hot dude sees you, he’ll know to stay away. I’ve marked my fucking territory.”

Ajax just kept blowing my fucking mind, leaving me speechless.

“Do you know I must’ve watched our little video a hundred times? It’s so fucking hot. I want more of them,” he growled in my throat and then nibbled my ear lobe.

“Okay.”

Ajax suddenly pulled away, jostling the bed when he reached for the lube, sitting on his nightstand. He poured some into his hands and stroked himself with it before shoving one of my legs back and getting my hole wet, and then he wetted my dick.

“I’ll never get tired of this ass… this hole. It’s absolute perfection.”

“Uh… Thanks?”

He snorted a laugh and lunged at me, pinning my hands back to the bed with his oily hands. “You’re so cute.”

Who was this Ajax? This was someone I wasn’t familiar with. He had the same dark brown hair, and chocolatey eyes, but Ajax generally wasn’t silly or… cutesy. He was usually more growly and demanding.

His smile dropped as he got down to business, pushing back a leg and pressing the tip of his dick to my hole.

We’d had so much sex lately, so I didn’t need much stretching. I just bore down and accepted him without too much burning.

Ajax set my leg back on the bed and put his hands on either side of my head to hold himself up as he slowly pumped into me, his eyes never leaving my face.

“I want to see you get wrecked.”

“You’ve seen me wrecked.”

He shook his head. “Not while I’m fucking you. I want to see those soulful black eyes roll into your head as I peg your sweet spot.” Then he put his hand on my throat, but gently. “I want to hear you calling out my name when you come fucking hard.”

Ajax rested his face on my throat and pumped and pumped, sliding in and out of me with so much ease that even I believed we fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces.

“Hold me, Aiden.”

I wrapped my arms around his back, and my legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside me.

“Fuck, this is nice… right?”

I nodded and swallowed hard. How did he do that? He was always pulling out these hidden emotions from me. It was freeing, yet I hated it because it scared me. It was so much easier to keep things buried where they belonged.

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