But then I continue to lick and suck and figure out how deep I can take him.
I like it.
I like feeling him on my tongue and hearing the shocked delight as his breath quickens above me. I inhale his masculine scent and grip his narrow hips.
He rests his hands tentatively on my shoulders. “Axel—” His voice is wrecked. “I’m going to?—”
He scrambles away from me, and I watch as he shudders.
I grab a tissue and clean him, then I crawl back up beside him. We’re both breathing hard, both sticky with sweat. His breath is ragged against my collarbone.
“So,” I say finally, trying to sound casual, even though my heart is pounding. “That should help you sleep.”
He laughs. “I can’t believe you did that.”
He stiffens, and I’m pretty sure he’s thinking again that he gave me a blowjob first.
I pull him against me, so his head is on my shoulder. He’s stiff, and for a moment I think I’ve made a mistake. But then he sighs and nestles against me. Our legs tangle together.
“Good night, Enz,” I say.
“Good night, Axel.”
His breathing slows against my chest. I squeeze him closer, and sleep comes easy, my heart beating happily.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Enzo
Axel is still sleeping when I wake up, clutching me to him like Luca clutches his dinosaur. His breath is warm against my neck, and one leg is thrown over mine.
Maybe Axel is just used to wrapping his legs and arms around whichever puck bunny he’s brought home for the night, and his body isn’t adept enough at knowing, at least when he’s not asleep, that that’s not who I am.
But God…
Axel blew me last night. He put his mouth on my cock. He sucked and licked and kissed it. He…
My cock hardens at the memory.
Shit.
There’s no way that I’m going to make waking up more awkward than it already is.
I inch my way slowly from the bed, and when he groans in protest and tightens his grip around me, I decide to slither forward.
“Are you doing the walk of shame out of your own room or pretending to be a snake?” Axel asks.
“Um…”
He pulls me toward him and tucks me into his arms again. He chuckles against the nape of my neck, and the sound vibrates. His chest rumbles against my spine.
I should leave.
At any moment he’s going to remember what happened last night, and things will be awkward.
“I remember helping you get to sleep,” Axel says. “You’re not going to stop my good work.”
