15. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Dylan
“ N o, Ax. Take me to your home,“ I said, just loud enough to be heard over the torrential downpour.
Axel tried to put me down, but I wasn’t having any of it, so he conceded and shifted me onto his back instead, carrying me like a baby monkey.
I knew that it was incredibly rude of me to leave George and Ivan at my house while I had my epic romantic moment with Axel; however, I could rest assured that George would befriend a brick wall in a bind, so they’d be fine.
My skin was frigid from the harsh rain pelting down on us, but my insides felt as though lava had replaced my blood and turned my core into a furnace of want . So much want.
My fingertips dug into Axel’s shoulders, like if I could feel him solidly under my hands, then this wasn’t something I’d conjured up in my head.
Once we’d crossed the muddy field and were back on solid ground, Axel jogged the final stretch to his apartment above the pub. He’d closed it today, giving the three of us the day off. I was grateful for the lack of spectators to our arrival.
Inside, I hopped off Axel’s back, and we legged it up the stairs and headed straight for his bathroom to strip out of our wet clothes.
Frozen in place, I watched as Axel’s nimble fingers unbuttoned his black shirt. His eyes flashed to mine when he reached to undo his zipper, as though he could feel my gaze boring into him.
“I’ve waited my whole life to see you naked, Axel King. If you think I’m missing even a second of it, you’re sorely mistaken,” I said with my hands on my hips.
He rolled his eyes. “You’re gonna get the flu if you stay in those clothes much longer, and the sooner you’re out of them, the sooner we’re both in the hot shower… Naked,” he added.
That had been a surprisingly solid argument, and I wasn’t quite beyond reason, so I obliged, stripping out of my clothes as quickly as possible. When I looked up, Axel was standing in front of me in all of his naked glory. Long, heavy cock swinging between his legs, begging to have my mouth on it.
I licked my lips and got frustrated when my stupidly skinny jeans got stuck on my ankles.
“Sit on the toilet seat,” Axel commanded.
I did as asked, and he tugged my jeans off my feet before tickling the vulnerable soles like a criminal.
“Stop! I’ll kick you in your lovely dick if you keep doing that.” I squirmed on the seat.
“You think my dick is lovely?” he asked, smirking.
“I might need to double-check, make sure I wasn’t mistaken.” I swallowed as he stood up, his cock directly in my line of sight. My stomach swooped because it was perfect. It began to swell and fill up the longer I stared. I tentatively reached out a hand and squeezed the shaft gently.
“Fuck, Dylan. Please get in the shower before I do something I’ll regret,” he groaned.
That got my attention, and my hand froze.
“Regret?” I bit my lip to try and stop it from trembling. I’d die on the spot if Axel regretted even a moment of this.
“Not like that. Not you. But my first time with you is not going to be while you shiver on a toilet seat, okay?”
I nodded and waited as he turned on the shower, trying to shake the momentary insecurity.
“Come on.” He reached for me, and I took his much larger hand in mine.
Positioning us so that I was under the hot spray of the showerhead, he crowded me in a way that made me feel kind of small and vulnerable, but I loved it.
When he cupped my cheek and leaned down to kiss me, I actually whimpered. Axel King was kissing me, and we were naked in his shower. I felt almost certain I was going to wake up any minute, and this would all be a very pleasant dream.
One of his hands travelled down my back and squeezed my arse. He halted the kiss for a moment to groan into my mouth.
“You have no fucking idea, Dylan. No fucking clue how much I need to bury my face in here.” He squeezed again for good measure.
“I will never say no to that, FYI,” I replied breathily.
Before the words had barely left my lips, Axel had spun me around, forcing me to steady myself with my hands braced against the tile walls. With more grace than I’d expected from someone Axel’s size, he was suddenly crouched down behind me and spreading my cheeks with rough hands.
“Holy fucking shit,” I garbled when I felt his wet tongue lave at my hole. I couldn’t even stroke myself because I knew it wouldn’t take much for me to come. The excitement and anticipation that swirled in my stomach had me feeling like it was my first time all over again. In a lot of ways, it was. It was the first time I’d ever truly given myself to someone, mind, body and soul. My nerve endings were like frayed copper wires, sparks flying everywhere that Axel touched, and the sensation of his tongue worshipping my most intimate place was almost more than I could take.
Axel licked and sucked on my rim like a starved man, moaning sinfully. I could feel how slick my hole was getting, but it only seemed to spur Axel on, making him even hungrier for me.
By the time he added two fingers into the mix, scissoring me open, my legs were trembling, and my chest heaved at the gargantuan effort of remaining upright.
“Take me to bed, Axel. Please,” I begged, unable to take the teasing anymore.
He didn’t hesitate, immediately turning off the shower and bundling me up in a big fluffy towel. When I turned to face him, he looked wrecked. His pupils were so dilated his brown eyes were almost black, and his lips coated in my slick made him appear completely debauched. I wanted to taste myself on him. No, I needed to taste myself on him.
Axel led the way into his bedroom and stood next to the large king-size bed with his towel wrapped around his waist. He looked nervous, so I closed the distance between us quickly, not wanting him to have a chance to question this. Question us.
He sat down on the edge of his bed and pulled me between his thighs. Axel was so tall that him sitting and me standing brought us face to face. I took the opportunity presented to me and kissed him hard, my hands cupping his strong jaw, holding him in place so I could devour him whole. Tasting my slick on him made my balls ache something fierce.
Mine. Mine. Mine. My brain chanted.
I travelled slowly from his lips to his stubble-covered jaw, then peppered kisses along his neck and throat. When I reached his scent mark, I sucked it so hard he moaned and gripped my hips, his fingertips biting into the skin.
I kept going, kissing and licking his chest. Rolled the bud of his nipple under my tongue and revelled in the small gasp that escaped his lips.
When I finally dropped to my knees, I unravelled Axel’s towel to reveal my prize.
His beautiful cock was rock hard, the tip red and swollen, glistening with pre-cum. I swiped my tongue over the head, but the small salty bead wasn’t enough. All it did was make me greedy for more.
Before I got the chance to take his whole length into my mouth, though, Axel’s hand was cupping my face and halting me.
“Is this really happening? Is this real?” he asked reverently.
I didn’t reply; I just tugged his hand from my face and interlaced our fingers, squeezing them.
This has to be real. I’ll never recover if it isn’t.
With my other hand, I stroked his cock from base to tip, watching intently as his foreskin glided back and forth over the head. And then I couldn’t wait any longer.
At first, I began by rubbing the head over my tongue and lips, enjoying the way Axel’s eyes looked wild at the sight. Then I took him almost fully into my mouth, fighting with my gag reflex when his cock hit the back of my throat.
I sucked and moaned around his length, right where I was supposed to be. Kneeling for Axel with his cock in my mouth. Like I was his. Because I was always meant to be.
“Holy shit, Dyl. You’re way too good at that, but I need my hands on you.” Axel’s voice was all gravel.
I released his cock from my mouth and felt strangely bereft.
When I stood up, the towel that had been pooled around my waist dropped to the floor, exposing me to the cool air juxtaposed with Axel’s heated gaze.
“You’re beautiful, Dylan. Exquisite, honestly,” Axel said. His words seemed to have a direct line with my cock, which visibly twitched. Not missing a thing, Axel smirked.
“Lie down on the bed, love. I plan to know what every single bit of you tastes like. I need to know what you feel like under my hands and all the noises you make when you let go.” Axel’s voice rumbled through me, louder than the thunder outside.
“Have me,” I said, displaying myself for him on the bed.
Have me and keep me. Please keep me.
Axel hadn’t exaggerated. He licked and sucked and nibbled on every bit of sensitive skin on my body, pulling noises from me I didn’t even recognise. His big, rough hands touched me everywhere except where I needed them.
My hole was dripping slick onto the bed. I needed him inside me so badly that I thought I might combust otherwise.
“Please. Please, please, please,” I begged.
“Please, what, love?”
“Fuck me, Axel. Fill me. I need it. You don’t understand how much I need it. I’ve waited. I’ve been so good. I’ve waited my whole life, please,” I cried. Actual tears spilled from my eyes at the truth that tumbled from my lips, the words escaping me in an embarrassing torrent.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Shh,” he soothed. “You’ve been so good. My perfect omega. Bring your knees to your chest. I’ll give you what you need, love. I’m sorry you waited; I’m so sorry.” Axel kissed me firmly, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, overwhelming me.
Axel reached for the drawer of his bedside table, presumably to retrieve a condom, but I halted him. “Wait. I’ve been tested, and I’m on birth control… if we don’t need to… I’ve never done it without before, but I’d like to with you.” I gulped as I waited for his response.
He groaned into my neck, rubbing his stubbled cheek against my sensitive skin, leaving his scent all over me. “I’ve been tested, too. But, you’re sure?” He leaned up to look into my eyes for my answer.
Instead of responding with words, I stared up at him and hooked my hands behind my knees, exposing my wet hole to him. Thankfully, he took the hint and lined his cock up right where I wanted him. As the large head of his cock pushed past the first ring of muscle, I tensed. The sting of the pressure left me breathless.
His thumb stroked along my cheekbone as he waited for me to adjust. The adoring look he gave me was beyond even my own imagination of this moment. Knowing Axel would always keep me safe, I relaxed and took a deep breath. When I nodded my head slightly, Axel pushed further in, so slowly it was exquisite torture. He paused again, and I was already so full.
“How much is left?” I gasped.
He looked down at where we were joined before answering and bit his lip. “Um. You’re about halfway, but you don’t have to take all of me today. We can build up to that.”
“I’m not a fucking quitter. Keep going. I can take it.” I rolled my shoulders and took some deep breaths while Axel shook his head at me with a smile.
Knowing I wouldn’t give in on this, Axel kept going, inch by delicious inch, until I was grasping and clawing at his arms. The size of him stretched me and reached parts of me I didn’t know needed to be filled.
“Are you okay?” he asked before pressing his lips to mine and groaning in pleasure.
“Wow. Axel King is inside me,” I said.
“Love.” He kissed the corner of my mouth. “It’s weird to full name me like I’m not here.”
I laughed at that, only it caused me to clench around him, and we both moaned at the sensation. And then he began to move, and holy shit .
My slick made the glide easy, his cock lighting up all of my nerve endings with every thrust of his hips.
“Fuck, Dyl. You feel too fucking good. I’m not gonna last long.”
I reached down between us and began stroking myself, knowing I wasn’t far behind.
My entire body was strung tighter than a bow string. As Axel pistoned his hips, drilling into me, I could feel the pressure building. The tightness in my belly and the ache in my balls became too much for me to contain.
It was staring up at Axel that took me over the precipice. His dark hair stuck to his forehead, and a few beads of sweat trickled down his temple. Feral wild eyes gazed back at me, eyes which were wild for me . I’d dreamed for what felt like my whole life for Axel to look at me with that ferocity and desire, and his need somehow ripped my orgasm from me on a yell.
“Oh my god, Axel. Fuck. Yes, yes, fuck!” I came all over my stomach, spurt after spurt, pooling inside my belly button and up to my chest, which was heaving like I’d run a marathon.
“I’m gonna… Shit, I’m gonna come,” Axel blurted right as his thrusting abruptly slowed, and he gripped my hips like there was no physical way for him to be as far inside me as he wanted.
Axel collapsed forward, resting on his elbows and forearms so he didn’t completely crush me, but the extra weight was comforting. I met his lips again with mine, slow and leisurely but with an air of making up for lost time, missed chances. On my part, anyway.
My legs wrapped around his hips, and I pressed my heels into his bum, keeping him locked on top of me, never wanting to move again.
Axel began peppering kisses all over my face adoringly, and it made my chest swell several sizes larger. I genuinely feared drowning in the magnitude of the feelings I held for Axel. Any thoughts that I’d begun to move on during our time apart vanished from my mind in that frosted field.
Who was I kidding anyway?
Because I was as in love with Axel King now as I had been at twelve years old. Only, unrequited love had been like death by a thousand papercuts, and this, well, this felt dangerously like hope.