When Channing Flynn welcomed the sculpted powerhouse Axel Rockham into the room, the air instantly sizzled with a palpable heat that even Channing’s husband, Oliver, couldn’t ignore. Channing’s usual cool demeanor cracked as his eyes devoured Axel’s ripped, god-like frame, each muscle defined and inviting. Oliver, sensing the electric pull between them, acted on a possessive impulse, dragging Channing away for a rushed, feverish encounter in a nearby alcove, their clothes barely off as they lost themselves in a whirlwind of greedy hands and hot whispers. They believed they were alone, but the true eruption of desire began when Axel, drawn by the muffled sounds of passion, pushed the door open and witnessed the disheveled aftermath.
The tension skyrocketed into a charged standoff, where words were useless against the raw hunger in Axel’s gaze. A spilled drink became the perfect excuse for closeness, and as Channing fumbled to clean it, Axel’s firm grip on his wrist stopped him cold. That simple touch ignited a firestorm; Channing’s apology melted into a throaty moan as Axel closed the distance, his hands mapping every curve of Channing’s body with a possessive fervor. What started as a sensual cleanup escalated into a primal dance of need, with Axel dominating the space, his mouth and hands leaving trails of fire on Channing’s skin. They crashed onto the couch, where bareback passion took over, a sweaty, relentless rhythm of thrusts and gasps that built to an explosive, messy climax. Just as their bodies shuddered in release, Oliver reappeared, his eyes widening at the scene of debauched ecstasy. This is MEN.com unleashed: unpredictable, daring, and so intensely sexy it leaves you breathless.
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