Page 17 of Blaze & Ajax

“Open your jeans,” I ordered, since answering my questions clearly wasn’t working.

While he shook his head, he wasn’t exactly fighting me, either.

“Open your jeans, pull them down your thighs along with your underwear, and give me your cock.”

“Fuck you.”

I gripped his hair tighter and leaned into his ear. “You can pretend all you want that you don’t need this, but we both know you do. Right,Kitten?”

I eased my free hand down the back of his pants and grazed his hole with my finger. His body shuddered, and he whimpered, shutting his eyes and resting his head against the cold panes of the window, fogging it up with his breath.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked? To be owned? Are you that desperate for me?”

“I’mnotfucking desperate for you. I hate you!” The sound of his voice told me a different story.

“Do you want me to send you home, all hot and bothered? Leave you hard as a rock and aching?”

His silence was my answer. Hesowanted it, but his fucking pride was getting in the way.

“Answer me,” I growled in his ear, nipping the gauged lobe, biting metal and flesh.

Despite my loathing for Blaze, I could suck him and fuck him. My stamina and libido had been off the charts lately, and I needed the release, anyway. Why not use each other?

Before I could push him further, he quickly undid his jeans and pulled them down with his underwear.

“Good. Now, put your hands on the window and don’t move.”

Blaze did as he was told without argument. I quickly learned that there were two different Blazes. One was a defiant prickhead, and the other was desperate to submit.

I kept one hand fisted in his hair and put the palm of my other hand toward his mouth. “Spit.”

Blaze hawked a glob into my hand, and I brought it toward his swollen dick, and used it for lube, slowly stroking him, pulling out a groan from him.

I let go of his hair, sucked on my index finger, and slid the wet digit into his hole. His entire body shuddered, but he didn’t move those hands.

“Is this what you want? You like showing the world what a little whore you are?” I whispered in his ear.

I had no idea where those words came from. I’d never talked to another guy like that. He just pulled it out of me as if it was the most natural thing to say, knowing deep down it was what he wanted.

Blaze leaned his head back and rested it on my shoulder, and nodded, uncaring that his cock, being stroked, was exposed to the world outside. His allowing me to exhibit him was even hotter than him letting me touch him.

His dick was more thick than long, and it throbbed in my hand as I stroked it. My other finger, plunging in and out of his depths, threatened to get me hard again.

My brain was still trying to find answers and understand this sudden shift in dynamics between us when he blurted, “Tell me I’m good.”

The ache in his voice almost made me stop everything and send him home. He must have sensed it because he said, “Please, don’t stop. Just… tell me, dammit.”

“You’re being so good,” I whispered on the side of his throat.

His breath shuddered as his cock swelled and burned in my hand.

“Do you want to be good, Blaze?”

He nodded again.

I used his leaking pre-cum as extra lube and stroked him faster and harder, twisting my hand and grazing the tip with my thumb.

“Ungh…” he groaned.