Page 82 of Wild Card
Axel shivered. “Think you can handle me?”
I pushed my hips forward, grinding my hard dick against his tight ass. “Oh, I know I can.”
Axel still wore no shirt. I peppered kisses across his shoulders while reaching around to stroke my fingers up his chest. I found a nipple and pinched it.
“Harder,” he demanded.
He ground his ass back against my dick, tempting me to lose all control.
I gave him what he wanted, twisting and tugging hard, making him cry out, and spun him around to see my handiwork. His left nipple was dark red and puffy, standing at attention.
I grabbed his right nipple, giving it the same treatment, and he moaned, eyes slipping closed. “You just gonna abuse my nips all day, or are you gonna pound my ass?”
“You’re a real brat, huh?”
He laughed. “You’re just figuring that out?”
I yanked him to me for a biting kiss, then shoved him toward his bed. “Go. Get naked.”
Axel unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them over his hips, bare ass on display, as he took the few steps to his bed. By the time he got there, his jeans were at his ankles. He kicked them off and climbed onto the bed on hands and knees. His dick was thick and dark red, the metal of the Prince Albert piercing gleaming.
Fuck me, but that piercing was hot. My ass clenched at the phantom memory of that dick spearing into me, the piercingrubbing against my insides, so intense it almost hurt, but too good to fucking stop.
I clambered onto the bed behind him, still dressed, and too eager to worry about shedding my layers. “Supplies?”
“Got no condoms,” Axel said. “Lube is on the floor. Knocked it down earlier.”
I bent over the edge of the bed to retrieve the bottle of lube, then fumbled for my wallet, which contained a condom. I tossed them on the bed at my side.
His ass was too gorgeous to fuck and run. I cupped his cheeks, squeezing tight muscle, and then spread him open. I blew a soft stream of cool air across his pucker.
“Dalton…” he scraped out, sounding uncertain.
“Don’t worry. I’m gonna fuck you hard. But first, I’m going to enjoy you.”
“What? But?—”
I leaned in and licked through his crease. Axel lurched away with a sound of surprise, then rammed his ass back so hard he nearly broke my face. I wound an arm around his waist, pinning him in place, and then buried my tongue in his twitching hole.
He groaned deep in his throat. “Oh, fuck…”
I took his advice and began fucking my tongue in and out of his entrance, pausing to flick the edges of his rim every few seconds. Unable to resist that piercing, I slid an arm between his legs and grasped his dick. I tugged it backward, toward me, and flicked the Prince Albert.
Axel bucked in my arms. “Ah! God, Dalton!”
I did it again, relishing his moans, and breathed in the earthy smell of his skin as I tasted his insides.
“Please, fuck, I can’t take it,” he babbled. “Need your dick.”
I relented, pulling back to wipe my face on my arm. I was defiling my uniform, but just then, I didn’t give a fuck.
“You still want it hard?”
“Yes! Split me open!”
I rolled on the condom, slicked it with lube, and positioned myself at his hole. “You sure, baby?”
“No pet names,” he growled.
