19. Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Nineteen
Dylan
T he remainder of my and Axel’s first date went a lot smoother once he’d finally decided to stop jamming his foot in his mouth. I could think of much more pleasant things to fill it with instead.
Full from dinner, we ordered a tiramisu to share and I had to fight the urge to reach across the table and wipe the dusting of cocoa powder from those luscious lips of his.
I offered to split the bill with him, but he insisted it was his treat, and I couldn’t deny that I enjoyed being spoiled by him. Plus, he had been a bit of a dick earlier.
The drive back to Axel’s place from the restaurant felt like it took forever. A few glasses of wine had left me feeling warm and, honestly, pretty horny.
Sitting next to Axel in the van, I reached over and squeezed his thigh gently, noting the little grunt of surprise that escaped him. I let my fingertips travel further up his leg.
“What are you up to down there?” Axel asked in a strained voice.
“Nothing. Just petting you. You’re very cute,” I replied.
He snorted. “Behave.”
Running a fingertip up the front seam of his trousers, I asked, “Don’t I always?”
“More like do you ever?”
“Pull over.”
“What?”
“Pull over. There’s a passing place up ahead.”
We were driving on a dark country road and hadn’t passed a car in forever. I was surprised when Axel did as I suggested; my wandering hand must have been more effective than I’d anticipated.
As soon as Axel put the handbrake on, I scrabbled to kneel on my seat and steal a fierce kiss. I reached down to undo his belt and zip while I distracted him with my tongue delving into his mouth. He let out a deep rumbling groan when I pulled his cock out.
I broke the kiss and manoeuvred myself so I could lick his cockhead, savouring the salty bead of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
Axel’s big hand moved to the back of my head, his fingers threading through my hair and gripping at the roots. Encouraged, I swallowed him down my throat, letting my saliva cover his shaft as I bobbed up and down on it.
“Holy shit, Dyl. That sweet fucking mouth. Jesus,” Axel muttered as I gave him the most enthusiastic blow job of my life.
Axel’s other hand tugged my shirt out from the waistband of my trousers, and he slipped his hand inside. He squeezed my arse a few times before his middle finger found my already wet hole.
Teasing me, he rubbed my slick around the pucker but didn’t press in, even when I nudged my hips back in encouragement.
I sucked him down harder, needing him to be as out of control as I felt, needing him to be desperate and wanting and consumed by me.
Stroking up and down his length with one hand, I used the other to cup his balls and bring them up to my mouth, sucking each one and swirling my tongue around them in turn.
That’s what finally got me what I wanted, what I needed . Two of Axel’s thick fingers penetrated me, plunging in and out of my wet hole as I returned to sucking him off.
The sounds echoing around the van were obscene. My mouth slurping on his cock like an ice lolly, him grunting and me moaning. A perfect symphony of debauchery.
“I’m so close, Dylan. You gonna be a good boy and swallow my load?”
His words went straight to my cock, and I groaned around him until I felt his dick pulsate and his salty cum hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it all down greedily, willing to take any drop he’d offer. Desperate to keep any part of Axel inside me that I could.
He tugged me off his softening dick with the hand still gripping my hair. “Lay on your back for me,” he said, his voice all gravel.
I was thankful then that Axel drove a work van with a bench seat, making this possible. Aching to be touched and burning up with the need to come, I scrambled into position.
Axel undid my trousers and tugged them down just far enough to expose my cock and arse. Using one big hand, he held both my ankles and pushed them back so my hole was on display.
Too needy to even feel self-conscious by the position, I whimpered when he pulled my cock back so it was trapped behind my thighs and giving him all the access he needed.
Unable to see anything from my position, all I could focus on was the feel of his tongue lapping at my hole, up my taint and following the seam of my balls. Then suddenly, my whole cock was engulfed in the warm wet perfect sanctuary of his mouth, and before I’d even adjusted to that, what felt like three fingers slid inside me. My brain didn’t know what to focus on, and it was like I short-circuited.
“Fuck. Baby, please. Please, please, please,” I begged, although I didn’t even know what for.
He set a relentless pace, his fingers fucking into me and rubbing my prostate like it was their sole mission in life. He sucked and swirled his tongue around my cock until I was a babbling incoherent mess, and tears were streaming down my face.
It felt both like time had stood still, and no time had passed at all before my orgasm wracked through my body, causing me to tremble and shake under Axel’s hands, filling his mouth with my cum. I could feel my hole clenching around his fingers like it was searching for his knot to keep me full. But I wouldn’t be getting that tonight. Not until my next heat triggered it.
I whimpered when he removed his fingers and brought my legs back down. He leaned over me and wiped his clean thumb under my eye.
“Fuck, Dylan. You cry so beautifully for me.” And then he kissed my cheek before licking at the salty tears that remained.
“I did good?”
“So good, love. So proud of you, my perfect boy.”
I sighed into his mouth when he kissed me.
I did good. He’s proud of me.
“Come back to bed,” Axel grumbled when I tried to make my escape the next morning.
“I told Cooper I’d meet him for breakfast, and you need to be up for a delivery soon anyway,” I reasoned.
“I don’t like any of that. Why do you have underwear on? I’m banning underwear from this room going forward. Actually, I’m banning all clothes,” Axel rambled with his face still half-smushed into the pillow. He looked like an adorable grumpy pug.
“I think you might want to introduce some ‘no barging into rooms without knocking’ rules for Milly before you implement your nudity rule, babe.”
“I’ll change the locks. Much easier.”
I pulled on my trousers and shirt from last night and then gave Axel a very quick kiss so I could make my escape before he had the chance to pull me back into bed again.
His resistance to my leaving did wonders for my ego, though. I liked that he always wanted me near.
It was cold outside, so I was glad I’d nicked one of Axel’s coats before leaving. This was my favourite weather, though. Crisp cold air, frosted tips on the blades of grass, breaths visible.
I walked back home at a brisk pace as I was supposed to be meeting Cooper in forty-five minutes, and I definitely had dried cum on me.
So not classy.
“Morning,” I said to Mom and Abbie, quickly poking my head into the kitchen to greet them before I scampered up the stairs to take a shower.
The hot water was blissful on my aching body. Sex with Axel was out of this world good, but I was out of practice, and it showed.
When we eventually made it to his place, he’d fucked me in his bed, where we both passed out afterwards. At some point during the night, I’d woken up with his giant boner poking me in the back, and things escalated, so he fucked me again.
I wasn’t complaining, though. I’d never felt this kind of desire and passion for someone before, and it was even more mind-blowing to me that Axel appeared to feel the same way.
Sufficiently clean, I ran across the cold hallway in my towel to my bedroom. I grabbed a pair of blue skinny jeans and a chunky knit jumper I’d made last year. Once I’d got dressed, I quickly put on some rosy lip balm and stuck my wallet into my back pocket before leaving.
Cooper lived on the other side of town so we were meeting in the middle at the Cluck Cafe. They did the best fried chicken with waffles for breakfast, and I hadn’t been at all since returning to Foxwood Hollow.
Going from the cold, quiet street into the busy, bustling cafe was a shock to the system. With few options in such a small town, cafes like this one thrived.
“Hey, Mr Morgan.” I smiled at the grump behind the counter. Mr Morgan Junior, I should have said, since he inherited this place from his dad, ironically the most cheery person you’d ever met. It turns out that sometimes the apple does fall very, very far from the tree. He was like an eighty year old man trapped in the body of a thirty-something.
“In the far corner,” he grumbled by way of greeting, I looked to where he’d suggested and spotted Cooper sitting at a table.
“Thank you,” I replied as cheerfully as possible just to annoy him. He merely grunted in response.
It was good to be home.
“Good morning!” I ruffled Cooper’s hair because why only annoy one person when you can get two for two?
“I don’t even want to know why you’re this chipper, do I?”
“Probably not, no.” I took a seat and scanned the menu even though I knew exactly what I’d be ordering.
“Gross.” He scrunched up his nose.
“What do you want?” Mr Morgan’s gruff voice interrupted.
“I’ll have—“ Cooper began.
”—The same thing you order every weekend?“ Mr Morgan arched an eyebrow at my brother.
“Yes, please,” he replied quietly.
“I’ll have the fried chicken waffles and a matcha latte, please,” I said.
“A what latte?” He glared at me.
“He’ll just take a normal latte,” Cooper interjected, presumably to try and save me from the laser beams shooting out of Mr Morgan’s eyeballs.
That’s one thing I do miss about living in the city. I’d grown accustomed to ordering my fancy coffees.
“You’re such a towny now.” Cooper snorted once Mr Morgan had left to probably make me a delicious latte laced with laxatives in vengeance.
“A matcha latte is not that exotic.“ I rolled my eyes.
Mr Morgan shortly returned with my ‘normal’ latte and… I didn’t know what the fuck that was.
“Um, what is that, and why is it here?” Cooper asked.
“It’s good for you is what it is. Drink it.”
“Why is it green?” Cooper eyed the grass-coloured smoothie sceptically.
“It has spinach in it,” Mr Morgan said, as if it should have been abundantly clear.
“That does explain the green, but it doesn’t explain why it’s in front of me?”
“You can’t live off fried chicken. Drink it.” Without waiting for a response, Mr Morgan stalked off again.
Cooper took a reluctant sip of it. “It’s not great, but it’s better than it looks.”
“Do you reckon he spat in this?” I asked before taking a sip of my definitely not even a latte, more of a milky americano.
Cooper shrugged.
“So… you and Axel then,” he said, addressing the elephant in the room.
“Are you mad?”
“No, why would I be mad? If I was gonna be mad, it would be with him, not you, anyway.”
“Well, that’s not very reassuring. Are you mad with him ?”
“Nah. But, it will be awkward as fuck if the two of you break up. Probably no worse than it was the last three years, though, so.” He shrugged again.
“You think we’ll break up?”
“Don’t put words in my mouth; I didn’t say that. You know what I mean. Is this why you wanted to go to breakfast with me, to figure out if I had a problem with you two?”
I took another long sip of coffee before answering.
“No. Not really. I’ve been trying to figure out why you never told me about him and Lauren breaking up, or about his dad dying,” I said, getting right to the point.
Before he could reply, though, Mr Morgan returned and plopped down our plates of food unceremoniously and then left again without a word.
Cooper squirmed in his seat, his gaze darting all around the cafe, looking anywhere but at me. He even took a big sip of the green monstrosity and winced.
“I… Um…” He began tearing a paper napkin to shreds. “Okay, so after we chatted that Christmas about you avoiding him, I decided to stop talking about him to you because I thought that was the best way for you to move on, you know?”
I nodded and took a bite from my crispy fried chicken while he continued. Credit where credit is due; if a grumpy attitude makes the chicken taste this good, he can grouch away. The skin was perfectly crispy and seasoned, and the meat was succulent. No wonder Cooper seemed to have become a regular here.
“When him and Lauren broke up, I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t want you to get your hopes up because I honestly had no idea Axel had any type of feelings for you; I promise I had no clue.” He looked pleadingly at me.
“I know, Coop. I believe you.”
“And then his dad died. And I’d already kept everything else about his life from you, so I thought, I’ll just wait for now and tell you eventually. But then time kept passing, and I… didn’t. And then too much time passed that it felt weird to bring it up, and I think I dug my head in the sand.”
The napkin was now fully shredded in a small pile on the table.
I paused for a moment before responding, wanting to make sure I got my point across properly. “I’m not saying this to make you feel bad but I need you to get that it’s not just about Axel. I knew Mr King my whole life, and I deserved to know he’d passed away. I should have been able to decide if I came back for his funeral or not,” I explained as gently as I could.
Cooper wiped at his eyes with the backs of his hands and it was like a gut punch. I hated seeing him upset, but we needed to have this conversation.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“I know, and I forgive you.”
He nodded his head but still looked sad. I opened my mouth to try and comfort him, but suddenly, the green drink was swiped from the table and replaced with a large chocolate milkshake topped with cream and a cherry.
Cooper lifted his sad little face at Mr Morgan, who had a pained expression. He held out a fresh napkin to Cooper before stuffing the shredded remains of his first into his apron pocket.
“What about my health?” Cooper asked, voice remaining small.
“You can be healthy tomorrow,” Mr Morgan said before going to clear a nearby table.