He stares down the length of his body at me, his face blank but his breathing a little fast.
With careful movements, I lean over, brushing my lips across the worst leg. He stiffens as I start kissing along the scar, and his jaw tics as he stares at me.
I move my lips up slowly, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, and start kissing around his pelvis, grinning again when his cock jumps and thuds against my neck.
“I know you don’t like showing emotion, but you’re going to grin big and goofy when I finish with you. Just let it happen, Axle,” I say with my grin returning.
He arches an unconvinced eyebrow at me. “Had plenty of orgasms before, Maya. I think I can control myself.”
Funny guy. And so naïve.
“But you’ve never had a blowjob,” I point out, wagging my eyebrows a little.
He fights a grin, determined to stay straight-faced.
“Can’t be that big of a difference.”
I smile to myself. “It’s probably not, but there’s something incredible about getting a new experience and an orgasm all in one breath that makes it impossible not to grin goofy.”
“I’m sure I can—” His words cut off when a breath hisses from his lips when I decide to suck as much of him into my mouth as possible, surprising him.
Grinning around a very large mouthful—attractive imagery, huh?—I start working my way up and down, feeling my smile fade away with each curse or pant of air he releases.
His hands go to my hair when I tease him a few times, swirling my tongue across the tip. But when I hollow out my cheeks and start working for real, his grip on my hair grows painful.
His entire body is rigid, like he’s fighting not to thrust up—thank fuck. I work him harder, using my hand on all the extra that won’t fit into my mouth. No deep-throating skills here.
His stomach muscles ripple underneath me as my head bobs, and I know it’s happening about two seconds too late.
I’m also not a swallower.
Unfortunately, I’m sort of forced to when my blowjob virgin shoots a little too forcefully into my mouth.
Only because I see his eyes crossing when they open, and I feel his body loosening and turning limp beneath me, do I decide to swallow without a fuss. I’d hate to steal his thunder right now.
His entire body trembles as I move my mouth off him, smiling as his grin starts to form and grow across his face.
His eyes narrow on me even as that stupid grin gets wider, and he covers it quickly with his arm across his mouth.
“No! You can’t hide it from me,” I say around a laugh, tugging at his arm.
He laughs, but fights me, not letting me see the smile on his lips that I can see in his eyes. When I start making some ground on prying that arm off, he spins, putting his face into the pillow, laughing a little harder when I curse him and straddle his back, trying to flip him over again.
“Damn it, Axle, I want to see that smile. I earned it!” I say, still laughing like an idiot.
He shakes his head, face still buried in the pillow, which only makes me laugh that much harder until I have zero strength due to all the laughter.
A squeal flies out of me when he suddenly flips, and I end up crashing to my back as he comes down on top of me. I’m still laughing painfully hard as he gazes down at me, amusement flickering in his eyes as a more respectable grin plays on his lips.
Jackass wouldn’t let me enjoy the goofy grin.
As his expression turns serious and my laughter tapers off, he says, “Now I really will let you sit on my face.”
With that, I burst out laughing again, and his grin spreads.
“Much better timing,” I murmur, still grinning when he starts kissing me. I don’t break the kiss until there’s a knock at the door, accompanied with the promise of tiny condiment bottles.
Then I’m bolting off him, pulling my shirt on as I go, and leaving Axle to wrap up in a sheet or flash the waiter when I swing open the door.
I’m still smiling like an idiot the entire time I tip the guy.
I can’t remember ever feeling this wrapped up in anyone. And I really like it.
CHAPTER 22
AXLE
“One more,” Maya says, hovering over me and pretending she can spot me if I struggle with this set.
She couldn’t even lift the ten-pound bar.
Obviously I’m not relying on her to keep me from getting crushed under the two-hundred pounds I’m benching.
Not that I tell her that, since she’s delusional enough to think her adrenaline will kick in and she’ll turn into Wonder Woman if the time calls for it.
Never thought I’d roll with so much weird shit.