Chapter Thirty Four
Despite his obvious discomfort, Axel pulls Garret and me into a darkened room with an iron-tight grip on our fingers. The musty, familiar scent of aged paper and ink wraps around me like a cloak, mingling with the faintest hint of wood smoke from the dormant fireplace. Moonlight filters through the arched window, casting silvery patterns across the room, illuminating the black leather sofa and matching armchairs. The space is perfectly secluded from the power plays and cruel intentions lingering outside.
Holding the straps on my heels, I step onto the circular sheepskin rug, its soft fibers curling around my toes, grounding me in the moment. Axel releases our hands and flicks on a tall lamp, its glow pooling around him as he sinks into one of the armchairs whilst clutching his side.
“No offense, Axe, but you don’t really seem to be ready for… that.” I point to the hauntedly handsome man standing beside me. Garrett’s hair flicks forward, shielding the intensity of his black eyes. There’s no way he could be gentle enough, especially not after the tensions of the evening and the simple fact that it’s been far too long since either of them have been intimate.
“Oh, I’m not joining in, physically,” Axel smiles. As best as he’s able, he leans back in the armchair and steeples his fingers almost casually over his stomach. I throw a look to Garrett, who’s standing rigidly straight beside me with a determined clench to his jaw.
“I want to wait,” he states. My brows shoot up. “I want you to be involved.”
“Well, I’m right here, and I promise you, I’m very much involved. Some might even use the term ‘in charge’.” A tremor of surprise ignites within me. Garrett tilts his head, keeping his posture stiff. Flickers of lust and uncertainty pass across his half-lit face. “Now, both of you, strip.”
Heat floods my cheeks, and I catch my bottom lip between my teeth, feeling a thrill of excitement coil in my stomach. After so many weeks of him being too injured to take control, Axel’s dominating presence is intoxicating. I can’t deny him.
Slowly, I reach up, sliding one strap of my dress down my shoulder, then the other, never breaking eye contact with him. Garrett hesitates a beat longer before yanking his tie loose. The fabric of my dress pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace thong. My fingers hook under the delicate waistband, and I slide it down my thighs, stepping out of it and kicking it aside. Beside me, Garrett shrugs off his slacks and boxers, his movements rough and jerky.
“All of it, Garrett,” Axel demands. My eyes flicker to the shirt still clinging to Garrett’s shoulders, fully buttoned to his crotch. He swallows hard, his Adam’s apple scraping the collar. There’s a slight tremble to his hands, other than that, he appears unaffected. Although I know better.
I lean in and whisper, “I promise I won’t look,” but Axel has other plans.
“You will look, Swan. You’ll kiss and lick, and touch him all over until he can’t take it anymore. I want to hear him beg me for permission to fuck you.” My thighs clench together on instinct. I’ve never known Axel to push like this before, but I’m not mad either. There’s very few people in this world who can tell Garrett what to do, and sometimes a harsh nudge is needed. “Garrett. This is what I want. Take it off.”
A tense beat passes where I’m unsure if Garrett will refuse and storm out. Suddenly, he’s pulling his shirt over his head, buttons scattering across the floor in his haste. The rise and fall of his firm chest is labored, but I can’t resist peeking. Under the layers of illustrations and artwork, Garrett’s abdomen flexes, and fuck, he’s beautiful. Without an ounce of fat on him, every muscle is well defined and taut. My mouth goes dry, remembering Axel’s earlier promise.
We stand there, bared and vulnerable under Axel’s unrelenting gaze, the weight of his attention making my skin prickle with awareness. My nipples pebble, pulling into peaks that ache to be touched.
“Kiss her,” Axel orders, his thumb brushing slowly over his bottom lip. The edge of his command makes my knees weaken.
Garrett doesn’t hesitate this time. He turns and pulls me into his arms, his mouth crashing down on mine. His tongue sweeps into my mouth as I gasp, hungrily devouring me until I’m weak and breathless. This is exactly how I knew it would be—exactly why Axel is putting himself on the sidelines. Garrett can toss me around, use, and fuck me any way he likes, and I’ll keep coming back for more.
Digging his fingers into my arms, Gare’s solid erection is already nudging at my abdomen. Molten heat sets me on fire with need. My hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin as a moan escapes me, the heat of his body searing against mine. I arch into him, desperate to get closer. Behind us, Axel’s sharp intake of breath punctuates the charged silence.
“Is she wet for us?” he asks. Garrett’s hand immediately slides down to my ass and dips into my center. We both groan into each other’s mouths at the feel of how wet I am, Garrett’s long digit easily pushing inside of me. I nibble on his bottom lip and trail kisses down his neck as he pumps his finger in and out, adding a second for good measure.
“Soaking,” Garrett’s voice is strained, his muscles bunched beneath my fingertips. “What’s next?” He asks with clear desperation in his voice.
“Put your hands behind your back and keep them there while Avery does whatever she wants with you.” I can hear the smile in Axel’s tone as Garrett’s fingers are still inside of me. He doesn’t immediately let go, his nails digging into my hip and his chest heaving beneath my lips. When I’m sure he’s about to refuse and bend me over like a rag doll, he removes his hands so quickly that I gasp at the sudden loss of contact.
Clasping his hands behind him, Garrett’s stares upwards, trembling with desire and something else. Fear, possibly. I cut a glance to Axel, who’s still smirking, and gestures for me to begin my assault. Until he’s begging for permission to fuck me.
I don’t go slow, nor do I hold back. Firstly, I trail my teeth along the sharp line of his collarbone, reveling in the way his body tightens beneath me. His chest continues to move rapidly, the uneven rhythm betraying his struggle to stay still. I press open-mouthed kisses across the tattoos covering of his chest, letting my tongue follow the curve of his skin as I map the contours of him for the first time.
When I reach his nipple, I run the flat of my tongue over it in a slow, deliberate motion. His sharp hiss slices through the air, his arms trembling to stay locked behind his back, desperate to maintain control. I feel the tension in him, the unspoken battle between wanting to push me away and surrendering to my touch.
Instead of pulling back, I double down, repeating the motion with more pressure, circling the sensitive bud until his breath catches. I glance up at Garrett, and his face is a canvas of contradictions. Jaw clenched tight, eyes squeezed shut, but a faint flush creeping up his neck, betraying how much he feels this. His vulnerability makes my chest ache, but I don’t stop. I move to the other side, my mouth latching onto the second bud. This time, I add a soft bite, just enough to draw a sharp inhale from him.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper against his skin, low enough for only him to hear. He trembles under my lips, his resolve fraying at the edges, and I know I’m pushing him to his limit. But I’ve waited so long to touch him like this, to make him feel how much I adore every part of him, even the parts he tries so hard to hide.
When I feel his control is about to snap, I shift lower. Carving a path through his valley of abs with my mouth, I drop to my knees on the soft rug. His cock is painfully hard and pulsing right in front of my face. I blow on the most sensitive part of his dick, causing his shaft to jolt further.
“Stop,” Garrett grinds out through his teeth, but his body says otherwise. A bead of precum gathers on his tip, which I lick away in one, clean motion.
“Why? I’m having far too much fun.” Starting from his ankles, I slowly scrape my fingernails up his calves, along the inside of his thighs, and ghost his balls with the barest of touches. His frustration is clear by his growling, but I’m having way too much fun to stop. Painting featherlight circles across his groin with my fingers, I lean forward as if I’m going to take him in my mouth, but I stop short and smile up at him wickedly.
A feral growl escapes Garrett’s throat as his hands dart out, tangling in my hair with a commanding grip that leaves no room for hesitation. Before I can prepare, he thrusts his cock deep into my throat, the suddenness stealing the air from my lungs. His hold is bruising, forcing me to stay in place as he sets a punishing rhythm. Each thrust is relentless, his smooth head gliding over my tongue, filling and owning me completely.
I clutch at his thighs for balance, nails biting into his skin as I try to keep up with the pace he’s set. Garrett’s raw hunger is palpable, his true sexual nature finally breaking free. Desperate to match his energy, I let my hands roam, sliding one beneath him to scratch lightly at his balls. He shudders above me, a sharp inhale signaling his approval, and his grip on my hair tightens just enough to toe the line between pleasure and pain.
Then, just as quickly as it started, Garrett releases me and pulls me to my feet as if I weigh nothing. His fingers curl around the back of my neck, firmly guiding me toward Axel’s chair. I can imagine the fury in his dark eyes, my mind kicking into overdrive. Perhaps I pushed him too far.
Garrett pushes me down onto my knees once more, the plush rug soft beneath me. Lifting my wrists, he places my hands on either side of the armchair, effectively caging Axel in.
“You want to test my restraint, Axe?” Garrett’s bites out, his voice dripping with challenge. “Let’s see how good yours is.”
The head of his cock grazes my entrance, teasing me with my own wetness. One hand snakes around my body, his palm finding my clit and pressing firmly, sending jolts of pleasure through me. The other curls around my neck, tilting my head up until my gaze locks with Axel’s. The intensity in Axel’s eyes is magnetic, his jaw tight, his pupils blown wide as he watches me squirm beneath him .
In one fluid motion, Garrett slams into me, all the way to the hilt. A cry escapes my lips, the stretch and fullness overwhelming in the best way. Garrett’s breath is hot against my ear as he thrusts, his deft fingers traveling lower to hold me open to his harsh thrusts.
Axel has released his own dick from his pants, his fisted hand slowly pumping up and down his shaft as he watches our every move. Although it’s not like before, the three of us are connected in this moment, our pleasure and ragged breaths mingling in the air.
My cries echo around the room as Garrett builds up a vigorous rhythm, each thrust hitting my G-spot. His fingers tighten around my neck, purely animalistic noises sounding behind me, but Axel is the opposite. Calm, composed. Legs spread wide, casually stroking the impressive length of his cock, his eyes churning at the scene being played out for him. On his wrist, my compass bracelet slips free of his cuff and glints in the light. My eyes flick down, my tongue poking out to moisten my lips. I want him, although I know he’s not ready.
Smirking down at me, Axel runs the knuckles of his free hand across my nipple, and I arch my back in response, desperate to be closer to him. Every drag of his fingers sends sparks flying throughout my body, my toes curled and fists clenched. Abandoning his dick, he gives my breasts his full attention, rolling my nipples between his thumb and forefinger with the occasional sharp pinch. I try to lean into his touch, but Garrett has me locked in place, pounding relentlessly and filling me completely.
An orgasm rips through me like a tidal wave, delicious destruction tearing me apart on a silent scream. Garrett’s hand shifts towards my mouth, and I bite down hard on the fleshly part between his thumb and forefinger, riding out the intense waves with muffled moans. My walls are gripping Garrett’s shaft so tightly, he’s momentarily forced to slow while I bathe in the euphoric feeling, riding out every last wave until it’s subsided. My limbs are suddenly weighed down, tingling from head to toe. If Garrett wasn’t holding me, I’d have melted into a blissful puddle on the floor and refused to get back up again.
Axel’s eyes haven’t wandered from mine, returning to smooth his hand up and down on his dick. I shift my hands from the edge of the seat, drifting across the leather to rest on his thighs. Garrett tries to yank me backwards until Axel warns him off, a silent conversation passing between the two, which I’m too distracted to concentrate on with Axel’s cock straining for my attention.
“Gently,” Garrett whispers into my ear, almost threateningly. He keeps his pace slow and steady, curling my braid around his hand to keep control as I lean forward to take all of Axel into my mouth. His velvet softness eases across my tongue as I carefully pull back, licking every drop of saltiness as I go. Axel leans all the way back in his seat, groaning and urging me to continue by cupping my jaw. Every so often, his hips tilt upward slightly, allowing me to take him deeper. Garrett grinds within me, a sensual shift in our usual dynamic where not just one person is in control but two.
Keeping my pace even, I take Axel between my lips again and again, swirling my tongue around his tip each time. Gripping his base tightly in my hand, I pump alongside my steady sucking until the desperation in his groans calls for more. Hollowing my cheeks and occasionally scraping my teeth along his length, I take him all the way into my throat just as he explodes on a curse. Warm, salty cum spills into my mouth, and I swallow as I go. Garrett holds me in place by my hair, forcing me to take everything Axel wants to give, not that I would have moved anyway.
The second I pull myself free from Axel’s release, Garrett picks up his punishing rhythm again. His arms wind around me like a cobra pinning its prey in place, driving into me at such a speed I can barely catch my breath. Each slam of his body against my ass feels like a spank, his movements erratic as if he wants to teach me some sort of lesson. Each thrust drives me closer to the edge, pushing me further into the raw, unrestrained desire we’ve been missing. Axel tracks all of it, his cheeks pinkened and his cock twitching despite himself.
When Garrett’s mouth finds my neck, he bites down sharply. I cry out in protest a second before another orgasm rips through my body. Stars burst behind my eyelids, my inner walls fluttering. Still, he doesn’t relent, using me to vent all of his pent-up sexual frustration. My nails rip into the arms of the chair, Garrett’s shouts joining mine as his cock swells and pulses within me.
Finally freeing me from his hold as he chases his release, I slump forward onto Axel’s thigh. I’m definitely going to ache in the morning. Garrett grinds against me one last time, prolonging his pleasure before leaning his weight over my back. His fingers interlink with Axel’s, the three of us absorbing the last few moments before our troubles return with a vengeance.
“Sorry if I went a little too hard there, Peach. It’s been a while.”
“Oh, did you?” I tease, wriggling my ass back against him. “I was actually wondering when you were going to start.” There’s a sharp tug on my hair and a bemused laugh from Axel. It feels good to be laughing together again, to be connected, and to feel alive in general. I’m slowly but surely getting my boys back.
Garrett lifts his weight from me, his arm around my middle as he leans aside for his discarded boxers. Tentatively, he holds the material between us before pulling his cock out, cleaning me up without much regard for himself. Using this distraction, I quickly grab his shirt and slip it over my shoulders. Before Garrett can protest, my arms are in the sleeves, and Axel is helping me to button it all the way down to graze my thighs. Garrett narrows his eyes, a small smile playing about his lips.
“You know I’m not against wearing your dress back to our room.”
“I know, but at some point, you need to stop hiding.” I twist my head back to him and wave a vague hand towards his chest. “I mean, it’s selfish, really. Hiding all of those artist’s hard work.” Garrett huffs a laugh, his arms twitching as if he wants to cover himself from my view. But ultimately, they remain by his sides.
“I thought you thought my tattoos were shit,” he comments dryly. I shrug, a smirk cemented on my face.
“Depends how much of a dick you’re being on any given day.” Axel nudges me to help him stand, and then peels off his own shirt to give to Garrett. The bandage on his side is stained dark maroon in the center, evidence that we pushed him too hard. That I went too far. “Oh, Axe,” I raise a hand to his ribs. He’s quick to catch it and raise my knuckles to his lips, pressing a kiss there.
“Totally worth it,” he murmurs. Garrett is beneath his arm in the next second, dressed in the shirt and slacks, helping to walk Axel towards the door.
“I’ll go get Doctor Marcus,” I announce, but I only make it a step out into the hallway when Garrett’s free arm winds around my waist.
“Dressed in my shirt with my cum dripping down your thighs?” He laughs darkly. “Take Axel back to bed and wait for me there. I’m not wasting free lube like that.” Passing Axel’s arm over to hook across my shoulders, Garrett bounds down the hallway and disappears in the direction of Marcus’ office. Axel gives me a knowing look, his eyebrow raised.
“You know now he’s had a taste of sex again, he’s going to be insatiable.”
“Oh God,” I chuckle under my breath. “What have we done?”