Page 67 of Calculated Chaos

“Fuck, Holl. Your body is heaven. I can’t wait to feel you inside of me. If it’s anything like this, I want you to know how good it feels.”

“Move. Please, sir. Please. I’m going crazy.”

Axel opens his eyes, a wild, crazed expression on his face as he begins to move back and forth in small, slow thrusts, giving my body a chance to adjust. We both feel the moment my body accepts him, and as if he was just released from a cage, Axel lets loose.

He pounds into me relentlessly, both of us grunting as our bodies slam together. Axel’s face is the most spectacular thing I’ve ever seen, and the knowledge that I’m causing him this kind of pleasure is heady.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “No. I want to last. I want to stay like this forever. You’re too tight. Too good.”

“Don’t come, sir. You have to cum when you fuck yourself on my dick.”

Axel’s eyes roll back. “You’ve picked up some dirty talking tips.”

“Learned from the best.”

Axel’s arms strain as he forces himself to pull out of me. The loss makes me crazy, but I console myself with the knowledge it’s not over yet.

Axel pulls me into his arms, straining my bindings as he kisses my neck and shivers.

“You’re gonna fuck me now, Holl, and I can’t think of anything I want more than this.”

Pretty sure I’m about to die and go to dick heaven.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

AXEL

The image of Hollister panting and bound to the bed, his sweat-slicked skin catching the sunlight, jolts me for a second. I pause and take a moment to appreciate all of this.

“What’s wrong?” Hollister asks.

“Not a damn thing,” I answer, dragging my hand down his chest. “I just wanted to look at you.”

He shakes his head. “I guess I can’t do anything about it, being tied up and all.”

“Nope.”

I grab the lube next to me and open it, keeping my eyes on his as I pour some into my hand. Hollister gasps as I flip my hand and let the sticky liquid drip onto his cock. His erection bounces under my gaze, and I swear my mouth waters. It’s wild that it took me almost thirty years to understand real desire, but at least I know now.

“I’m gonna be so tight for you,” I whisper as I reach behind myself to rub my hole. I’m no stranger to ass play, but it’s still been a while and it’s never been with anything bigger than a finger. A female finger.

“I’m gonna finger myself for you.”

Hollister groans, nodding while he bites his bottom lip.

“And I keep getting hornier the more I imagine what it’s gonna feel like when you enter me. Do you want to fuck me, Holl?”

“So bad.”

Leaning forward, I straddle him and claim his mouth in a heated kiss, abusing my hole to get ready for him. Patience is not on the menu right now. It stings and burns, and I don’t care. As I bite the fleshy part at the top of Hollister’s shoulder, I pull my fingers out, ready for the main event.

While stroking his cock, I sit upright and position myself over him, aligning my hole. I tease both of us, just rubbing his tip back and forth until I can’t take it anymore and sink down onto him.

I go slow at first, breathing through the punishing stretch until he bottoms out. Hollister’s eyes are wide, his mouth agape, and his cock is twitching inside me.

“I know,” I whisper. “It’s intense.”

Hollister nods. “Fuck.”

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