Sam panted, lips moist and swollen as he reached down to pump his own, thick cock. The sight was mesmerising, and Axel gripped harder, hoping the visual of Sam on his knees with his heavy cock glistening in a tight fist will be forever imbedded into his mind.
“Up,” he rumbled, desperation making him impatient. He wanted to savour the moment, take his time, but if he didn’t bury himself in Sam soon, he was going to combust. Any sort of intimacy had been too long, and it had never felt like this, as if his next breath relied on it.
Sam stood in one, fluid movement. Somehow losing his jeans to stand there naked, his body mouth-watering as Axel pulled him back to his lips, able to taste himself on Sam’s tongue. Sam groaned into the kiss, flexing his hips to rub his cock against Axel’s, both trapped between them. The friction almost sent him over the edge, each subtle shift sending little tremors along his spine.
“Mine,” he all but growled, spinning Sam until he was the one who faced the wall, his palms flat on the tiles as Axel kissed along his throat.
Reaching around he slipped his fingers into Sam’s mouth, allowing him to quickly suck before releasing the digits with a pop. Axel found his entrance, teasing in circles before slipping a single finger inside, his cock already slick from Sam’s saliva and from his own arousal. But he forced himself to take his time.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling how tight he was before he added a second finger.
Chapter16
Sam
Sam thought he had never been so turned on in his entire life when Axel had first pressed him against his living room wall, but nothing compared to the feeling of Axel’s hard body at his back, his lips rough against his throat and fingers stretching, preparing.
Body tightening with anticipation, he arched his back, trying to take Axel deeper as those talented fingers brushed against his prostate with such confidence that electricity shot down his cock, the tip already leaking.
He moaned at their loss, lasting only a second before Axel replaced it with something bigger, and fuck did Sam want it. He sucked in a sharp breath, the thick head pushing past the first ring of muscle too slowly for the growing sexual tension between them. The burn was delicious, just on the edge of pain as Sam bent himself lower, his breath strained as he took Axel’s length in a single, gentle push.
He had never felt so full.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” Axel pulled back an inch, thrusting forward with a controlled movement that brushed perfectly against Sam’s sensitive spot, and had him seeing stars. But Sam didn’t want restrained, he wanted rough. Axel needed to lose himself, to forget the reason why he came into the dingy bathroom in the first place.
Sam wanted him to remember nothing but his body, and his lips.
Remember nothing but him.
Letting out a sound of frustration he rolled his hips, clenching his inner muscles. “Harder.”
Axel groaned, continuing his shallow thrusts. “I’m trying…” Another thrust, their groans echoing against the surrounding tiles. “Not to…”Axel moved faster, his breath coming in puffs. “Hurt you.”
Sam couldn’t speak, could barely think as he concentrated on Axel’s cock filling him up, moans falling from his lips as he struggled to regain control. Each thrust made his cock throb, ache for a release only Axel could bring. “Please,” he rasped, struggling to push the word out.
Axel finally surged forward until he was buried to the hilt, hand fisting in Sam’s hair and forcing his body to bend until his back hit solid chest. Axel controlled the angle as his hips thrust with such strength that any arousal Sam had, had intensified until it crackled violently in his veins.
They were the perfect height, almost identical as Axel pinned him in place, and Sam revelled in the power as he felt himself be dragged closer and closer to the climax he craved.
Axel set a punishing rhythm, each thrust stealing the remaining oxygen from his lungs. The heat of his chest was like a full body caress, one that made Sam’s leopard purr with pleasure. His cock reached places he had never thought existed, pleasure so intense colour burst beneath his eyelids as he palmed his aching cock. He moaned at how hot and heavy he had become, the skin pulled almost painfully taut as he rubbed his thumb along his slick tip.
“Fuck,” Sam grunted, biting his lip to keep from crying out.
Axel finally realised his grip on his hair, only to wrap it around Sam’s cock. “Mine,” he growled low into his ear, stroking him at the same pace as his thrusts.
The dull ache along his skull only added to the desire as Sam turned his head, catching Axel’s fractured reflection in the broken mirror beside them.
Their eyes met, Axel’s irises that of his beast while Sam’s glowed that of his leopard. Axel’s mouth was open, lips parted and face creased with such desire that Sam almost came at the sight alone.
Sam moaned, no longer caring if anyone heard. His skin was ablaze, the pleasure pulled from Axel’s strokes intense. His orgasm exploded, a roar ripping from his throat as hot liquid squirted against his abs in powerful jets. Axel’s own hips stuttered, his cry a vibration that caused Sam’s knees to almost buckle as he felt Axel spill himself deep inside.
“Fuck,” Axel groaned, pressing his forehead to Sam’s shoulder. “That was… fuck.”
Ditto,Sam thought, unable to say actual words as he tried to calm his racing pulse. When he had first chased Axel down, he wasn’t sure what he was doing, all he knew was that he couldn’t let Axel drown by himself. He hadn’t planned to kiss him, and he definitely hadn’t planned to let Axel fuck him.
Not only fuck, but the best fucking sex he had ever experienced, and Sam had had a lot of it. Sex with Axel was different, it wasn’t a simple joining of bodies for a mutual orgasm. It was something more, something he couldn’t explain.
And that was terrifying.
