“Whoa. You can’t get your rocks off and then ignore me for two weeks until you’re horny again. There’re people I’d let get away with that, but you’re not one of them. You’re supposed to be my friend.” Even Lucas knew he sounded like a clingy crush who never took a hint. Lucas hated that.
Ajax settled in on top of Lucas, ensuring he couldn’t get away. His sexy steel-colored eyes held his stare. “I was trying to give you space and time to think. You’ve been trapped here. I don’twant this to be like some weird kind of Stockholm syndrome. I need you to want me because you actually desire to be with me. Unfortunately, it looks as if I’ve given you too much space. Or I was right to be concerned. You don’t sound like a man who wants me.”
While holding Ajax’s stare, Lucas pushed Ajax’s underwear down one hip. He refused to look away as he did the same to the other side. “Do I look like a man who doesn’t crave every inch of you?”
Ajax’s eyes looked unfocused. Lucas wasn’t sure Ajax saw anything at all. It was as if he had turned inside himself, savoring Lucas’s hands on his body. Nothing could have told Lucas how badly Ajax truly wanted him than his expression. Some reactions couldn’t be faked. The way Ajax was hard for him and lost in desperation was real. That shit could get addictive. Lucas’ ego needed this. Maybe his heart did too.
“I hope you didn’t start this unprepared. You know I’m in no position to protect you or ease the ride.” He loved being blunt with Ajax. When it came to Ajax, Lucas always found himself acting dirtier than he had ever done with anyone. It was the royal polish. Lucas wanted Ajax down in the dirt with him. He craved seeing the posh veneer vanish.
Ajax grabbed his jaw and bit Lucas’ bottom lip before pulling away to hold his stare. He looked exactly like a man bent on rocking Lucas’ world. “Don’t worry about me, luv. I’m the king of bead lube. Some things come with age.” He reached beneath the blankets and came out with a condom. “I think I should show you.”
Damn. It had been way too long since he had been inside anyone. Ajax might actually be the one who ruined Lucas for all others while walking away, totally disappointed.
That didn’t mean Lucas was finished talking shit. “I think it’s time for you to sit on my dick and prove it.”
Ajax climbed from the bed and stripped off his underwear. He had a gorgeous body. Cut muscles from years of protecting a prince, being the strongest soldier, made Ajax a vision to behold. The way he looked at Lucas—like he planned to do all the bad things to him—was hot as hell. Lucas was ready to blow inside his briefs.
While Lucas gripped the headboard like it was his last wisp of sanity, Ajax peeled off the remainder of Lucas’ clothes. As he dragged Lucas' underwear down his legs, Ajax bent and licked the pre-cum from Lucas’ crown. Lucas fought not to lift his hips and chase Ajax’s mouth. Heat flashed in Ajax’s eyes as he rolled the condom down Lucas’ erection. Lucas couldn’t focus on anything beyond Ajax’s intensity. By the time Ajax straddled his hips again, Lucas had blocked out the entire world. Ajax had his full attention. Lucas was spellbound. He couldn’t look away from the sight of every muscle moving in Ajax’s torso as he took Lucas’ cock.
The breath stuttered from Lucas’ lungs. “That’s it, beautiful. Take what you want.” Lucas couldn’t let go of the headboard. All he could do was lift his hips in time with Ajax’s movements. Then Lucas made a fatal mistake. He met Ajax’s stare. Real feelings stared back at him. Over the past few years, their friendship had slowly grown into something else. Lucas saweverything he felt reflected back at him. The mood in the room changed. Lucas let go of the headboard. He had to touch Ajax. A newfound energy burst through him. He rolled upward, snagged Ajax’s waist and easily flipped, tucking Ajax beneath him. Every hint of weakness disappeared. Lucas snagged the top of the headboard, leaving Ajax to hold his legs while Lucas got his core workout. With his free hand, he held Ajax’s jaw, keeping Ajax from looking away. He felt the intensity rolling off him. Lucas could and would addict Ajax to his touch. The flush on Ajax’s cheeks and the way he gasped for air were like heroin to Lucas. He couldn’t look anywhere else. He needed to burn every second into his brain. Lucas felt Ajax tense. The temptation to give in to the pleasure and blow was crippling. Instead, he changed positions, purposely stopping Ajax from coming. He claimed Ajax’s mouth, pillaging. Lucas tore his mouth away as a tingle hit at the base of his spine. His balls drew up tight. Lucas ruthlessly changed angles and speed, denying himself an orgasm.
Ajax made a sexy sound that proved Lucas hit at the perfect angle.
Lucas pressed his lips against Ajax’s ear. He let his hot breath brush the shell, bringing chill bumps to Ajax’s skin. He felt them rise. Lucas thrust hard. “Who owns this body?” The growled question fell from him without a single thought. He was too far gone. Ajax felt too good on his dick. He felt right. Ajax was every bit as perfect as Lucas had always known he would be.
Ajax moaned.
Lucas thrust harder and faster. He had to know how Ajax looked when he blew. “Answer me.” Lucas’ demand sounded deadly—more like he intended to kill him than show him pleasure. “Who owns this body?”
“You.”
The raspy and shaky-sounding reply was all it took. Lucas’ entire body stiffened before jerking so hard, he thought he might have actually had a seizure.
Ajax cried out beneath him and his asshole twitched, bringing a second wave of ecstasy scorching through him. The sounds Ajax made had the wildest thoughts running through Lucas’ mind at a time he shouldn’t be able to think. What if Lucas was the one whose soul had been stolen? What if no one else was ever good enough again? Was it possible he had fallen in love with Ajax over the years? Lucas needed to know.
Nothing about Lucas was merely a boast. Every whispered story about how he was a ride everyone needed to try hadn’t been exaggerated. Lucas had been completely focused and crazily intense. Ajax had never experienced a harder orgasm in his life. It was as if Lucas knew exactly how to build a man into a frenzy before setting him free. Ajax still hadn’t recovered. It was like he was in a state of shock.
Lucas hadn’t gone back to sleep—the way Ajax had expected and usually got from other men. He kept kissing Ajax like he was precious. His head was fully fucked with. Being pressed against Lucas had gotten the best of him. He hadn’t been able to stop himself from waking Lucas, so he could touch him the way he wanted. Why had things been so perfect? There was no going back.
With his eyes closed, Ajax savored Lucas kissing and sucking his neck. His body practically vibrated with happiness and contentment.
“You taste amazing. I can’t stop.”
Butterflies stirred in Ajax’s gut. His mouth ran without his brain. “I’ve missed you. It’s been hard as hell trying to give you space. I hated every second.”
He felt Lucas smile against his skin. “Yeah. Let’s not do that again.”
Ajax ran his hands down Lucas’ back until he cupped Lucas’ ass. “You have nothing to worry about. I might act a right berk at times, but I never make the same mistake twice.”
Lucas lifted his head. His eyes swam with humor. “What in the hell is a berk?”
“An idiot. I was a fucking idiot.”
Lucas’ smile grew. “Well, luckily for you, I find that hot. But maybe don’t pull that shit again.”
A bark of laughter burst from Ajax. “No worries. You might want to demand the opposite. I might never leave this bed again.”
Lucas’ expression turned serious. He stroked Ajax’s jawline with his knuckles. “I guess that means I have to stay.”
