Chapter 8 #2
“Come to my house,” I intercepted, unthinking.
He didn’t have a chance to argue without Andy overhearing.
Once Andy had been briefed, we wordlessly stepped outside into the predawn morning. The moon hung like a hazy spotlight in a sea of stars against a velvet indigo backdrop. My breath plumed in the chill. It was cold for sure, but it felt refreshing after being cooped in a barn for a couple of hours.
I stopped at the gravel path where Axel had parked his truck, wondering if he’d take me up on the offer. I hoped so. I meant that as an employer…purely platonic. No, really.
I shoved my hands into my pockets and miraculously kept my mouth shut.
“You never told me where Josh lives,” Axel rasped.
I pointed in the general direction. “Thataway.”
“And your place?”
“Five minutes, the other way. I have two empty guest rooms with private bathrooms if you want to shower.” I shrugged. “Your call.”
Axel’s eagle-eyed stare simultaneously gave me shivers and made my heart flip in my chest.
“Am I sleepin’ in your bed?” The jagged, deep timbre of his voice moved through me like a knife through warm butter.
I swallowed hard as a wave of desire swept through me. “If you’d like.”
His slow-moving smile spelled trouble in any language. “Let’s go.”
Axel left his veterinary bag in his truck, casting a parental look toward Josh’s house and following me.
My house was a two-storied bungalow with white siding and brick trim. A large olive tree cast shadows across the path dotted with lavender and white roses and an old-fashioned lantern illuminated the generous door and the large bay window where two black noses had pushed aside the curtains.
Gordy and Lila circled Axel excitedly the second I unlocked the door.
“Hey, there. Who’re you two?” Axel crouched on one knee, gamely accepting puppy kisses from the rambunctious duo.
“Gordy and Lila, my fearsome guard dogs. They pretty much run this joint for kibble and treats,” I replied, slipping my jacket off and hanging it on a hook in the entry.
“Got a nice deal, eh?” Axel scratched both dogs’ ears and was sweet-talked into belly rubs before he finally stood and unzipped his leather bomber.
“Want some water or anything?” I asked.
“No, thanks, but I’ll take you up on that shower.”
I led us upstairs and stopped at the landing. We stared at each other for a long moment.
Fuck, he was here, in my house, taking up space and making my head spin. It had been less than twelve hours since our jerk-off session in the barn, but it might as well have been a year. I was hornier than ever.
“The last time we were alone, you said something about fucking me,” I rasped. “This could be a good time to—”
Axel fused our mouths in a demanding mashed-up kiss, then bit my bottom lip and released me.
“Your room.”
I race-walked into my suite and headed straight to the bathroom, fumbling with my belt as I prepared to strip. I froze instead. I couldn’t do words in my current situation, and anyone with a pulse would have understood.
Axel unbuttoned his shirt, his gaze fixed on me as if tracking my reaction.
I didn’t drool, but damn, it was a close call.
He was pure muscular perfection—hairy chest, defined pecs, a hint of a six-pack under a layer of frosting, and shoulders the size of a small barge.
Tattoos covered his biceps and part of his torso—designs with thorned veins, bird wings, and horns.
He threaded the leather strap of his belt, unbuckling and unzipping in a fluid motion. His fly was open, revealing the impression of his bulge cradled in black cotton boxer briefs.
Fuck, I was drooling now.
I think he knew it, too. Axel tilted his head slightly. “You gonna join me?”
I nodded and possibly whimpered as I kicked off my shoes and undressed in record time. “Let me just…send the dogs downstairs. Be right there.”
Lila and Gordy obeyed without fuss, probably anxious to get away before their human made any embarrassing confessions about hoping to get lucky.
I closed the door behind them, checked the nightstand drawer to be sure I had condoms and lube…
just in case. And double-checked to be sure nothing had expired. Good to go.
The sound of running water echoed off the high ceilings in the bathroom. The house wasn’t extravagant, but it was well-appointed. My biggest splurges had been on top-of-the-line kitchen appliances and a shower stall large enough to accommodate two grown-ass men.
Wise choice, I mused, stalking toward the fogged glass enclosure.
“There you are,” Axel drawled, his gaze traversing my nakedness as water sluiced over his sinfully gorgeous body. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
Yeah, right. I was “cute” compared to Paul Bunyan here, but I was too distracted to care. Jesus, his cock was a thing of beauty. And like the rest of Axel, it was massive.
I stepped into the shower and snaked an arm around his waist, molding my chest to Axel’s as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
He held me under the warm water and captured my mouth.
The kiss went from sweet to wicked in a flash.
We fought for dominance with dancing tongues, sucking and licking under the spray.
I splayed my hands on his back, lowering them to his hips.
Our cocks collided, and that sent us into another stratosphere. Axel pushed me against the tiled wall and bent his knees to adjust for our height difference. He gripped us in his big hands and stroked.
“Oh, fuck.”
He chuckled, low and dirty. “We’ll get to that. I just wanted to feel you.”
“You can do whatever you want to me,” I moaned.
“Good. Turn.”
Next thing I knew, I was facing the tile, my legs spread with Axel’s enormous dick nudging my entrance. He played with my nipples and rolled my balls between his talented fingers while sinking his teeth into my neck like a fucking vampire. I squirmed, but I wasn’t looking for escape. I wanted this.
And he knew it. Axel raked his fingers along my spine and slowly sank to his knees. I glanced over my shoulder as he parted my ass and set his thumb on my hole, applying a little pressure while I stroked myself. Shit, I was leaking like a sieve.
“Be careful. You’re gonna make me come.”
“You can handle it, cowboy,” he taunted, flattening his tongue and laving my puckered hole.
My eyes slammed shut and yeah, I whimpered. I couldn’t help it. He played me like a fiddle, eating my ass as I jacked my cock. It was sensory overload, and there was no way I could hold off now.
“Fuck, I can’t—I’m gonna…”
That was the only warning I was capable of giving before my orgasm claimed me with the force of a tsunami. I braced myself on the tile, trembling through the aftermath. My vision was spotty, and I couldn’t hear much beyond the sound of my labored breathing and the steady fall of water.
But I was aware of Axel moving nearby.
He shut the spray off, toweled us dry, and led me to my room.
The irony wasn’t lost on me. This was my house, my shower, my bed, and yet he’d taken over. I didn’t mind at all.
Axel lay behind me, his erection riding my crack as he wrapped me in the cocoon of his strong arms. I couldn’t recall the last time someone had held me, surrounded me, and could easily overpower me.
This was heady stuff. My spent cock pulsed hopefully.
I didn’t think I’d get it up again so quickly, but I wasn’t going to leave Axel hanging.
I twisted to face him, nipping his bearded jaw and licking a trail down his body. His rigid pole hit my chin, stopping me in my tracks.
He quirked a wry smile and tapped his shaft on my cheek. “What are you waiting for?”
I held him at the base, marveled for a beat at his girth, and maybe even wondered how much I could handle. But I wanted him. Badly. I twirled my tongue at the tip and sucked precum from his slit.
Fuck, he tasted good.
I opened up wide and swallowed as much of his length as possible.
Of course, I gagged. He was too big, too thick. But that didn’t stop me. I licked the underside of his cock, along the ridge of the prominent vein, and pumped his shaft while I mouthed his balls.
He grunted in what sounded like approval and fisted his hand in my hair. I couldn’t tell you why that turned me on, but my pulse raced and every nerve ending in my body tingled. Hell yes, I could take this cock. I wanted to know what it felt like to have this beast inside me.
I pulled off with a pop and sat on my heels. “I want you.”
With that, I flopped beside Axel on the mattress and presented my ass.
“What are you asking for, cowboy? Say it,” he purred in my ear.
“Fuck me. I left the lube and a condom on the nightstand. Just go slow. I haven’t been on this end in—”
“Shh. I got you.”
The room echoed with the rustle of sheets, the click of a lube bottle, and the tear of a condom wrapper. I closed my eyes, willing myself to relax.
Axel took his time. He slipped a single lubed digit between my crease and oh, so slowly breached me. He’d used enough lube that it wasn’t painful, but it didn’t necessarily feel great…until he hooked his finger and massaged my prostate.
“Oh…yeah. Right there,” I moaned.
Axel did it again and again, lighting me up from the inside out. He added a second finger and a third. I was stretched to the max, teetering on the edge of sanity, and damn near begging him to get on with it.
“Not till you’re ready.”
“I’m very fucking ready,” I insisted, swatting his hand away. “C’mon, give it to me.”
Axel kissed my shoulder and eased his fingers from my passage, then motioned me to roll face up as he climbed between my legs. Damn, he was gorgeous. A little rough, a little mean-looking, but oozing more sex appeal than anyone had a right to.
He added lube, gave his cock a few tugs, and lined it at my entrance. “Relax for me. That’s it. You can take this cock, can’t you?”
I nodded, but tears stung my eyes. Axel was a big man with a big fucking dick.
I breathed through waves of discomfort as he inched his way inside, finally bottoming out. He went still, allowing me to adjust. Bracing his weight on his elbows, Axel kissed my brow and licked a rogue tear at the corner of my eye. The gesture made me smile.
He smiled too, and suddenly, the moment seemed utterly perfect.
“Move, Axe. Move.”
And he did.
He rolled his hips, rocking in a teasing back-and-forth motion as if testing my readiness. But I was beyond starving for him. I locked my legs around his waist and dug my fingernails into his ass cheeks.
Axel took the hint and proceeded to fuck me into the mattress.
I met him thrust for thrust, sucking his tongue and stroking myself to the rhythm we’d set.
I’d already come once, so I was I sure I’d last a while.
Wrong. His heavy balls hit my ass as he ground into me, holding me hostage, caged between his massive arms. I loved it.
So much raw passion, raw masculinity, and raw need…
for me. The intensity was a rush, but it was overwhelming too.
A familiar tingle at the base of my spine spelled the end for me. And somehow, Axel knew it.
“Come for me. Do it now, cowboy. Come.”
I obeyed, spraying our chests. His orgasm hit just as the last spasm subsided. Axel roared through his release, bucking furiously. The muscles in his neck strained, and the veins in his arms and temples bulged as he emptied everything he had into the condom.
“Holy fuck,” I choked out after a minute of gasping for air like a fish out of water.
Axel kissed my cheek and pulled out, then tied the condom and wrapped it in tissue before falling onto the pillow next to me.
“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you,” he admitted, staring at the ceiling.
My heart swelled. “Gee, I thought you wanted to punch my lights out for daring to touch one of the dozens of cattle I was about to purchase.”
He scowled. Of course, he did. “That was for your own safety.”
“Mmhmm. We both need some rest. My phone is on, and I texted Josh to let us know when the girls are awake.”
“What time do you think that’ll be?”
“Dunno. Go to sleep, Axel.”