Page 93 of Wild Card
My heart sank. “No.”
He pulled back, eyes bright. “No? How much more steak do I have to eat before I can eat your ass?”
Jesus. The man had a way with words. My hole clenched in anticipation. “None. You can put your mouth all over me. It’s all part of the date.”
“Hell yeah.” He kissed me again, yanking me hard enough against him I could feel his raging hard-on grinding into my hip. “Drop your pants.”
My heart lurched. “What, here?”
We were outside, though it was so remote there was no danger of anyone seeing. Axel grinned, more relaxed now that we were in his comfort zone.
“It’s polite to eat at the table, I hear.”
Ah, god. I was powerless for this man. I fumbled open my jeans and pushed them down. He turned me toward the table, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades until I bent over it.
Then he went to his knees behind me.
Cool air brushed my skin, making me shiver. But when he parted my cheeks and his hot tongue licked my hole, my entire body quaked.
Axel worked my hole open, licking, nibbling, even tugging at my rim with his fingers. Every minute of my teasing was being repaid in full until I was grinding my ass back on his face and begging for his dick.
“You want it here or inside?” Axel asked.
“Bed,” I gasped. “Please.”
He stood, running a soothing hand up my spine. “All right. Lead the way.”
I stood up, hiking up my jeans so I could walk on shaky legs through the sliding door. Luckily, my place was small. I staggered into the bedroom on the right, Axel following, and sank onto the edge of the bed.
Axel placed a knee on each side of my hips, straddling my lap as he clasped my face and kissed me long and deep. “You sure you want my dick? You topped me pretty damn good for a bottom.”
“I’m vers,” I said. “But if you prefer me topping…”
He put a hand to my chest, shoving me down to the bed. “Nah. I like it every which way.”
“Thank god. I need you inside me.”
He smirked. “Yeah, your hole got a little greedy out there, huh? My tongue and fingers just weren’t enough.”
I shuddered. “Enough teasing.”
“I don’t know,” he mused. “You kept going on aboutanticipation.”
He pushed my shirt up, teasing at my navel with his tongue. My muscles jumped under the light touch, and I squirmed, starting to feel desperate.
“The anticipation phase of the date is over,” I snapped, making him laugh. “Just fuck me.”
He backed off the bed to pull his shirt over his head. I stared at the ink that swirled over nearly every inch of his body. One image blended into another until I could hardly make heads or tails of what was there, but the patterns were mesmerizing. The way the art curved over his muscles, encircling his biceps and dipping over his pecs, was especially enticing.
Then he took off his pants, and I lost interest in tattoos. That dick of his, adorned with its silver piercing, made my hole clench. It had been a little painful at first, but so fucking good, too.
I shoved at my clothes, getting naked as quickly as I could, while Axel prowled toward me, a masterpiece of masculine beauty.
He crawled over my body, a gleam in his eye that made me feel like prey. He braced one arm by my head, biceps muscle popping as it took his weight.
Our eyes met as he dipped down, but he bypassed my mouth, his lips grazing my jaw and neck instead.
“Supplies?” he asked.
