CHAPTER SIX #2
“Ax …” I moan the only name I have for him, sliding my hand from his cut to his waist, then under his t-shirt, exploring his abs and the wide expanse of his hard muscles and warm back.
My fingers trail over what feels like a long jagged scar.
Everything is cloudy and hazy as he pushes my skirt up enough to slide his hand between my legs, cupping my soaking pussy through my panties.
The heel of his palm gives me just what I need as he circles it there with perfect pressure.
It suddenly hits me that he’s going to make me come and he’s barely even touched me.
“Poor little rebel. No one has ever given you what you need, have they?” he asks as he pushes harder against my needy clit.
His words mixed with the freezing space cause shivers of pleasure to race through me, and I shudder in his arms.
“So fucking desperate … let your body take what you want now,” he coaxes, his voice gruff.
“Please …” I whimper, without even knowing what I’m pleading for as I press harder against his hand.
“That’s it,” he praises as he slides his thumb under my panties, through my soaking slit and up over my aching clit. A greedy growl leaves him as he confirms my secret need for him.
“Mmmm … I fucking love being right. Look at this fucking mess you’ve made.
All for the man you don’t want.” I feel his smirk against my lips as he sweeps his thumb over me, but I’m too far gone to care about his gloating as he pulls the top of my bodysuit down, allowing my breasts to bounce free.
He doesn’t waste a second, sucking a nipple into his mouth.
My mind floods with nothing but unfiltered desire and thoughts of him.
I move against his fingers as his tongue flicks, sending tiny sparks through me.
My hips rock into him, and I grip his leather as I ride his hand, both of us still fully clothed.
I’ve never experienced anything so erotic.
He pinches my clit before pushing his first finger into me, then a second.
They’re thick and stretching me as my core spasms. Waves of pleasure pulse through me as my orgasm begins to take hold.
“They’ll hear me …” I whimper breathlessly, the sounds of my pussy being fucked by his thick fingers filling the space. He slides my arousal up and toys with my clit again, and my eyes roll back.
“Let them,” he growls. My legs shake as I shamelessly grind against him.
“I-I’m going to come … Ax.”
“Sean,” he says, commanding. “My name is Sean.”
My eyes flutter open and connect with his in the dim light. I can see how much he wants his name on my lips, but I’m not ready to give him that.
Instead, I simply cry out as pleasure washes over me.
“Fuck! Please …” I beg for him as I come, looking into his eyes with his name on the tip of my tongue. Sean’s jaw sets as he watches me, as if he’s fighting both anger and lust.
He groans. “Look at you, dripping down my hand. You won’t say my name, but I promise you will remember who made you come for the rest of the night,” he murmurs as static lines my vision, my breathing shallow.
I moan into his chest, biting into my bottom lip, and he holds me up as I let the rush of him race through my blood—the rush of this …
freedom. My whimpers are the only sound in the cold, dark room.
I’m still so sensitive when Sean pushes my panties fully aside and firmly slides his first two fingers through my soaking slit, and my head falls back as he brings my arousal to his lips.
He sucks his fingers clean, pulling them slowly from his mouth, and I watch with fascination as his eyes close while he savors the taste of me.
He licks his lips, and when his eyes open, I can see even in the dark that they’re hooded and stormy.
“Fuck me,” he murmurs.
I try to catch my breath as I watch him. I’ve never seen a man be so brazen, so unashamed before.
“Give me your name,” he commands.
“L-Layla,” I whisper, my body shivering now that the adrenaline is wearing off. It’s only thirty-five degrees in this fucking cooler.
An odd look I just can’t place takes over his face as his jaw falls slack before he whispers, “Layla.” Then his eyes close as he draws me close and breathes me in deeply before opening them.
“Such a pretty mess you made for me. So fucking sweet,” he rasps before dropping his lips to mine.
He doesn’t fully kiss me, but I taste myself mixed with him as he pulls my bottom lip into his mouth, sucking until I feel blood rush to the surface.
Even though I shouldn’t want this stranger, the moment he backs away, my body begs as I drop my hands—and I fight the loss of him.
I try to force some semblance of control into this situation. I squirm away from him, then grip his arms and push him with all my strength into the cooler wall I was just pinned against. He lets me, a shocked look taking over his face, and I bring my lips up to his in frustration.
“You’ve made me late, Ax,” I whisper accusingly, desperately trying not to kiss him.
It isn’t without effort, and that just pisses me off all over again, yet still I grip his cut tight.
“Are you about done? I need the ladies’ room before I head back to my job,” I mutter.
Because I’m sure my lipstick is all over my fucking face.
His eyes meet mine and shock gives way to a glorious yet hauntingly beautiful smile that takes over his whole face, before he tugs me closer one more time.
“Layla …” He draws my name out again as he bends down, and just the sound of it on his lips settles something deep in the marrow of my bones.
I use all my inner strength to push back from him, giving him one more look before grabbing the limes and opening the heavy cooler door, leaving him behind.
I hear that deep chuckle as I walk away and wonder if that actually just happened or if I’ve just hallucinated from hypothermia.