Chapter Eighteen #2
She jerked and shivered as his head began to lower and his moist lips burned a hot, wet trail of kisses downward over her stomach. Then his naughty tongue dipped into her navel like a heat seeking missile, poking, and swirling, making her catch her breath at the erotic gesture.
Then he continued his descent, hesitating ever so gently, over her slightly rounded abdomen. Over her baby.
She tensed. Held her breath. Waited.
Did he suspect? Did he know?
His hands slid off her hips, and he cradled her belly ever so carefully and then kissed her abdomen ever so tenderly. Then his hands were working at the button on her pants. The button popped open and then the sound of her zipper being lowered cracked through the quiet barn air.
Automatically she lifted her hips, helping him peel the denim and then slide her panties down her legs and off. She stepped out of them with a powerful urgency that made her heart pound.
The mild barn air hit her exposed pussy, making her catch her breath.
Have mercy! She was so sensitive down there.
Then Axel kneeled in front of her, his hands gripping her hips with a strength that promised she wouldn’t get away. If she wanted to. She didn’t want to.
“Spread your legs for me, baby doll,” he commanded, his voice a dark rumble.
For the first time in years, she stopped fighting herself. Stopped guarding, stopped doubting and simply let herself feel.
She obeyed without hesitation, and parted her thighs, her feet planted wide on the dirt floor to steady her.
He looked up at her and her breath hitched at the hunger in his gaze. His brown eyes were dark and wild. There was no turning back. He was untamed now.
He reached between her spread thighs, and she moaned as his thumb stroked over her slick folds and then circled her clit with a precision that made her hips jerk.
“I’ve been waiting for this forever,” he said softly as his gaze dropped to her curl enshrouded flesh between her thighs.
His mouth was on her pussy in an instant, like a ravenous wolf on an innocent sheep. His tongue dragged through her folds with a slow, deliberate stroke that sent incredible spasms through her.
Jenna thrust her fingers into his hair again and her head fell back against the wall, her eyes squeezing shut as the incredible pleasure arced, sharp and bright. His lips sealed over her clit like a vacuum, and he sucked gently creating a violent arousal.
Then his long tongue lapped over her sensitive bundle of nerves, again and again, each flick sending her higher toward ecstasy.
“Axel!” she cried out as her thighs trembled and she squeezed her legs around his head, grabbing hold of the slick pleasure.
Axel’s hands slid under her ass. He lifted her a little, tilting her hips forward to give him better access to her pussy. His tongue speared into her sopping vagina before dragging back up to lazily circle her clit.
Her moans of enjoyment and the wet sounds of his mouth sucking and slurping her pussy filled the barn and she could even smell the scent of her arousal thick in the air.
His fingers dug tighter into the flesh of her ass as he held her open. She’d closed her eyes a long time ago, sinking into the pleasure waves, but something made her pop her eyes open.
She stared down at his head as his tongue plunged inside her again.
He was fucking her like a miniature cock; his strokes slow and deep making her breaths erupt in ragged gasps.
She could feel her orgasm coming from deep within.
It was a tight knot of pleasure growing low in her belly, making her vaginal walls clench around his tongue.
He was sensing her oncoming climax because he began to stroke his tongue faster and faster. Harder and harder. Pushing her toward the edge.
He must have heard the desperation in her pants and whimpers because his pace suddenly changed and his lips once again sealed around her slit.
He sucked hard until she was writhing. But he held her orgasm back, letting go of her pussy and pressing two of his fingers inside her, curling upward, finding that spot inside her that made her see stars.
Jenna cried out, her back arching off the wall, her fingers dropping out of his hair and clawing at his muscular shoulders.
“Come for me, Jenna. Let me feel you grip me harder,” he muttered against her pussy.
Her eyelids felt so heavy and she had the sense she was being watched, but she pushed it aside as pleasure was suddenly crashing over her like a tidal wave. The orgasm tore through her making her entire body convulse. Making her cry out as the spasms hit over and over.
Her vagina clenched around his fingers, and her thighs shook as she lost it and rode his face. She couldn’t stop her cries as they echoed through the barn.
He just kept going, his tongue and fingers working her through the vortex.
She was blind behind the stars that cascaded over her, mindless as her hips gyrated, the orgasm flexing and going bone deep.
He kept pistoning and he kept her inside the pleasure for so long, she thought she might die.
He drew out every last shuddering wave until she was boneless, her breaths coming in ragged pants.
Slowly, he pulled back, his lips glistening with her arousal as he gazed up at her, his eyes shining with a brilliance she’d never seen before.
He dipped his head and pressed kisses to the inside of her thighs, his breath so warm against her sensitized flesh.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he said as he once again looked up at her.
Her vision was hazy with the aftermath of pleasure, and she reached down to touch his face, brushing her fingers over his stubbled jaw.
She knew this time that if something happened to him, she would die.
Just at that thought, she spied movement at the barn door.
Shock snapped through her at what she saw.
Nick stood there. Just inside the barn door. Watching them.
There was an emotion in his blue eyes she couldn’t quite read. But his hands were clenched into fists at his sides, his knuckles white.
For a heartbeat, they just stared at each other, her completely naked wearing only her yellow socks and still trembling from the aftereffects of her orgasm and Axel, who was still kneeling between her legs, his mouth shiny with her release.
“Oh shit,” she heard Axel say the instant he spied Nick.
Nick turned on his heel and walked out of the barn, the door slamming shut behind him with a finality that made Jenna’s stomach drop.
* * * * *
“Are you trying to get us thrown back into prison?” Nick hissed at Axel the moment he joined him at the base of the ladder where Nick had thrust it against the corner of the ranch house.
His voice cracked with something rawer than anger. It was fear, intense and metallic, the kind that had lived in his bones for years behind bars.
“You said Jenna wanted things strictly professional. And now this? What the hell were you thinking, man?” Nick demanded.
Finding Axel like that. The image flashed behind his eyes. The heat, the shock, his arousal, all followed by the cold punch of reality slamming into him.
Oh man, this was not good.
His throat felt tight. His heartbeat thudded madly against his ribs like it was trying to escape.
He didn’t think he’d ever been so upset in his life.
Axel held Nick’s stare for a moment, then he looked away. The avoidance hit him like a slap. Axel never looked away unless something was serious. Nick followed his gaze and found him watching Jenna. She was fully dressed once again, and she was leading a horse into the barn.
A knot twisted in Nick’s gut. Axel’s gaze had softened in a way Nick had never seen directed at anyone else.
“She saw us last night.” Axel’s reply was barely a whisper, but it sliced through Nick’s panic like a knife. His breath stalled. The words detonated inside him, scattering every thought.
“She saw us doing what?” he pressed, although instinctively he knew what.
He already knew the answer, but he needed to hear it, needed to force the truth into the open.
Axel’s smirk was fleeting.
“You. Me. She was bringing sleeping bags to us last night. She heard... us. Said she came up the stairs and saw us. She seemed aroused. If she hadn’t been, then she wouldn’t have let me do to her what I did to her just now.”
A flicker of heat shot through him, chased immediately by a wave of guilt so strong it made him sway.
“So? What are you saying? Orally fucking her was a test? Or are you just messing with me?” He prayed Axel was playing some horrific joke but then he remembered the sleeping bags at the bottom of the stairs this morning. He said she’d brought them last night.
The memory clicked into place like a puzzle piece. She really had been there.
Shit.
Axel shook his head, a weary edge to his reply.
“I wouldn’t joke about that.”
Nick hesitated, fighting the swear.
Jenna was their life-line. She was the only one keeping them from having those noisy prison bars slamming shut behind their asses again. They needed to be on their best behavior.
A slow grin tugged at Axel’s lips as he finally met Nick’s eyes.
“She’s not a judging woman, Nick.” His words hung between them, weighted with meaning.
Nick blinked, startled. Despite his fear, a shard of hope twisted in his gut.
“You’re serious?” he asked, quieter now. If Jenna was turned on, there might be hope.
“Wouldn’t joke about something like that.” Axel’s smirk lingered, challenging Nick to believe.
“Do you think she was jealous?” Nick found himself asking, curiosity taking hold.
Axel chuckled.
“If she is, would that be a bad thing?”
His stomach churned. One wrong move and this place and Jenna would vanish. Didn’t Axel see that?
“Jenna has got all the say here, Axel. We slip up, we’re both done. Remember, that’s what Cyn said. One of our release conditions is if one of us screws up we are both heading back to prison.”
“Since when do we play by the rules, my man?” Axel said with a lazy smile.
A shiver ran through Nick. Axel’s recklessness had always been intoxicating and terrifying in equal measure.
“She was sweet, Nick. And she tasted even sweeter. It’s been so long without her. My resistance drops a notch every time I look at her, and I knew she wanted me to bring her some relief, or I wouldn’t have done it,” Axel’s voice sounded tortured.
Nick’s breath caught at his confession. The tortured edge in Axel’s voice softened something inside him. This wasn’t just lust; it was history.
Damn! Don’t let him have ruined this, he thought, silent and desperate.
His chest tightened. He couldn’t lose this place.
He couldn’t lose Axel because if they got sent back, they’d be put in separate blocks.
They’d never see each other. And he couldn’t lose the fragile hope forming between the three of them.
But there really wasn’t anything he could do about it.
They’d just have to wait and see what Jenna did. If she did anything.
Oh man, this was so not good.
“Let’s get to work,” Nick grumbled and started climbing the ladder.
He forced the words out, clinging to routine like a lifeline. Work was simple, predictable, safe. Everything else was a storm he wasn’t ready to face.