Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
“Fuck, your scent,” Aksel ground out, shoving his face against Lucien’s throat. He sucked hard on his scent gland before moving his head down and latching onto his nipple through his shirt.
Lucien whimpered, burying his hand in Aksel’s hair and pulling him closer, his cock grinding against Aksel’s hand. Oh God, they needed to stop, anyone could come across them here, but fuck, Aksel’s mouth on his breast felt so good, even through the fabric. Before Lucien could stop himself, he pushed Aksel’s mouth to his other nipple, groaning in relief when Aksel obligingly sucked on the aching nub.
There was the sound of voices just around the corner, and Lucien’s eyes flew open in horror as he recognized them: Belinda’s and the Duke of Westcliff’s.
“Aksel,” he whispered desperately. “Stop—your sister—”
But Aksel ignored that, shoving him against the wall, rucking his T-shirt up and eagerly closing his mouth around his bare nipple. Lucien barely swallowed his moan. A distant part of him was freaking out over Belinda and Westcliff’s proximity, but his body didn’t care, feeling in heaven from Aksel’s mouth on his tits. Aksel hitched him up and Lucien wrapped his legs around his waist, shivering from the feel of Aksel’s hard cock against his hole. God, his brain refused to work. His body refused to pull away from Aksel, even though Belinda’s voice sounded closer with every moment.
Aksel finally seemed to realize how close they were and pushed the nearest door open. He carried him inside it and shut the door without taking his mouth off Lucien’s tits. He sucked on the nipples greedily, his hips pinning him to the door.
“Aksel, they’re right there,” Lucien whispered breathlessly, but to his shame, he made no effort to pull his nipple out of Aksel’s mouth. He was leaking all over Aksel’s hard thigh. “They’ll hear us!”
“Let them,” Aksel said before he returned to sucking and kissing his breasts.
Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Lucien shoved his own fingers into his mouth and bit them to muffle his moans. He wasn’t sure how successful he was, considering that Westcliff was a Xeus and his hearing was amplified, but it was the best he could do, given the circumstances. The circumstances being that his stepson was sucking on his tits and grinding his cock against his hole while Lucien’s stepdaughter and their foreign guest were just on the other side of this door. It was official: he was a wanton, a slut of the worst sort. Everything people said about him must have been true.
“You think too much, Luce,” Aksel said, glowering at him, before dropping to his knees and yanking Lucien’s pants and underwear down.
“Wait—” Lucien’s words turned into a long moan when Aksel swallowed his half-hard cock into his mouth. The stimulation felt almost too intense, on the verge of painful, but to his surprise, he hardened fully in Aksel’s mouth.
Aksel gave a pleased hum, his blue eyes fixed on Lucien’s heaving breasts as he sucked his cock. Then he pulled off and moved his mouth lower, kissing the inside of his trembling thighs and then licking his hole.
Lucien keened, the noise obscenely loud despite the fingers in his mouth. Aksel lifted Lucien’s hips and put his ass on his face, right onto his mouth, holding him up effortlessly. “Ride my face,” he instructed, sticking his tongue into Lucien’s aching hole. “Come on, Luce.”
To his utter shame, Lucien did just that, his hips already gyrating and chasing Aksel’s talented tongue. It felt so damn good, the contrast between Aksel’s rough beard and the velvety softness of his tongue adding to the intense pleasure. He fell apart embarrassingly fast, fucking himself onto Aksel’s tongue with wild abandon, his hand gripping Aksel’s dark hair and trying to get him deeper into his hole, deeper inside him. Aksel—Aksel—this was his Aksel—he needed him, he wanted to take him inside himself and never let him out.
Lucien came with a muffled cry, writhing against Aksel’s face.
His legs weak, he slid down to the floor and leaned against the door, breathing hard.
He was still trying to steady his breathing when Aksel got to his feet and yanked his fly open. He pulled out his hard cock and started stroking it fast, inches away from Lucien’s face.
Lucien stared at it dazedly, fascinated.
Distantly, he was surprised that he didn’t feel any fear or discomfort with an aroused alpha so close to him. But then again, why would he? It was Aksel. He was safe with Aksel. It didn’t matter how big he was, or how big Aksel’s cock was, inches away from his face. It was perfectly safe. Aksel was perfectly safe.
“I want to come on you,” Aksel ground out, fisting his thick cock. “Let me come on your tits.”
Lucien blushed. He didn’t understand Aksel’s fixation on his breasts—they were so off-putting and fat—but it seemed only fair to indulge Aksel after he’d given Lucien so much pleasure.