Axel
W ith the bill paid, they were the last people at the restaurant, and still wished the night wasn’t ending so soon. Phoebe waited outside in the quiet street, and he rested his hand on her lower back, guiding her away. The evening air was still balmy, and under the full moon, he wanted to end the perfect day with a kiss. However, it was a risk he couldn’t take. Instead, he took her hand as they walked.
They were just another couple out for an evening stroll. Both were enjoying the silence and the night when a blinding flash surprised them from behind.
“What the?” Phoebe stilled, clutching his hand tightly. Her hand was getting stronger.
They both turned to see a group of photographers catching up to them. ’s gut sank as he realised they must’ve been spotted, and their location sold.
“Shit, we need to run!” pulled her into a narrow alley.
“How the hell did they even know where to look?” she asked, but he was too busy trying to figure out how to get out of there. “Then again, the hostess was looking at you funny.”
“Doesn’t matter now. We have to get out of here before we get swarmed.”
When they came out of the other side of the alley, noticed a bike leaning against a tree, and grabbed it before he could think any better of it.
“Get on,” he said.
“Are you crazy? You can’t steal someone’s bike.”
“I’ll return it tomorrow. We don’t have time to argue, and we can’t run all the way back to the villa,” he argued, putting his leg over.
Phoebe grumbled a little in protest, but she took his hand and got on behind him. Thankfully, they got away, followed only by the shouts of those desperately trying and failing to catch up. Phoebe clung to him as they made their way back to the villa. He only hoped none of the photographers had got a clear shot, or what was supposed to be a break for her would turn into a nightmare.
Once they were safely inside the villa, they stumbled into the kitchen.
“Anita is going to kill us both if they managed to get a decent shot.” She paced in front of the fridge. He hated to think how cute she was when she was stressed.
“All they got was two people walking down the street,” said, trying to ease her panic as he rounded the counter. “Though I’m not sure we were completely innocent,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood.
She glared at him, only for them both to erupt into laughter at how ridiculous the situation had got.
“I’m just kind of hungry. Must have been all that running.” came up behind her and rested his hands on her hips. She leaned into his touch with a gentle sigh. Music to his ears.
“I think there’s some ice cream in the freezer,” she said.
“Not sure ice cream is what I’m craving.” He kissed her shoulder, pressing her up against the fridge.
“Oh really?” She turned around and rested her arms on his shoulders.
“You’re just what I’m craving.” He loved making her flush, and she nudged him playfully.
Phoebe tasted like sangria. Her lips were soft, and she did this thing with her tongue— there she goes again. He reminded himself to take his time, to not get her naked in the kitchen.
Phoebe leaned back in his arms to study him.
“I can hear you thinking.”
Her hands on his chest, her face flushed from their fevered kiss.
“I don’t want to move too fast; I didn’t plan this trip for sex,” he said, wanting to make sure she was ready.
“I want this, and I know you don’t just want sex, which only makes me want you all the more.” She gripped his T-shirt, pulling him closer.
“I’ve wanted you for so long, I’m not going to screw this up, so we go at your pace.” He dipped his head and pressed his lips along her neck.
“The only thing you’ll screw tonight is me.” Her breathy words tested him.
His hand slipped around her nape and he kissed her until she flushed pink. She slid her hands down his chest and placed his hands firmly on her hips. Her short skirt killed him as it rose up on her thighs so easily. He tried not to think how easy it would be to take her on the kitchen table. She shrieked when he grabbed her around the waist.
“This skirt is very distracting.” His lips skimmed her collarbone, and he kissed the outline of her bikini through her T-shirt.
“Your dessert is under it.” She smirked, and her hands slipped under his T-shirt.
His muscles tightened as she teased the edge of his jeans with her fingers. He groaned, sucking lightly on her lower lip. Phoebe’s fingernails bit into his shoulders. Cupping her ass, he lifted her onto the table. Her skirt rode up her delectable thighs, and he stepped between them, recalling how good she tasted.
“We should go upstairs,” he rasped, growing harder by the second.
“Dessert in bed sounds good.”
“Tell me if I’m moving too fast.”
“Not fast enough.”
She flushed, and she reached behind her neck and undid her bikini top. He watched in awe as she slipped it out from beneath her T-shirt and chucked it aside.
“Your wish is my command.”
Her heels dug into his thighs as he lifted her off the counter.
“Don’t drop me,” she said as they reached the stairs.
“I’ve got you,” he said, meaning for now and forever as he held her tight. The questioning look in those beautiful eyes dented his heart. He could hear her thinking, wondering if she could trust him, if she could give him her heart.
Even if it took time, he was a patient man. Her lips trailed along his jaw, sucking his neck, and he gripped her thighs tighter. She gasped as he pressed against her, and shifted her hips, her way of getting revenge. Her every movement against him made him want to beg for relief. A few tugs here and there and she would be naked and at his mercy.
They reached the closed door to the bedroom they already shared, and he didn’t dare cross the threshold without permission.
“Are you sure?” he asked, reminding himself that this trip was for her, and he wanted her to experience only what she desired.
“As I’ve ever been.” She pressed her lips to his, demanding and exploring.
They only had so much time alone together, and with her permission he wasn’t going to waste another second. His lips never left hers as he kicked open the bedroom door. She squealed as it banged against the wall. He hadn’t meant to use so much force, but right now all he cared about was getting Phoebe Fletcher in his bed and screaming his name. He sat them on the bed with her legs wrapped around him.
“What do you need?” he asked, lifting her T-shirt above her head.
His hands slid up her thighs, and she stood for a moment as he eased her underwear down, her hands braced on his shoulders. He trailed his lips along her abdomen and ribs, careful to avoid her fresh ink.
“I still want dessert,” she teased, sinking in front of him.
He watched her, his hand sinking into her hair at the back of her head as she undid his jeans and pulled off his boxers. She licked her lips, and he thought he’d lose control. The sight of her on her knees did unholy things to him, but she was worth damnation.
“Shit, that’s—”
He loved how she stared up at him as she took him in her mouth. As much as he didn’t want her to stop, and wanted to savour every moment of her lips on him, he wanted her more. With a pained, regretful sigh, he pulled her onto the bed beside him, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, and there were many things he wanted to do to her before he lost control.
“I was enjoying my dessert.” She smiled devilishly. “You should know better than to get between a woman and sweet things.”
“You’re going to ruin me,” he said. “Come here.” He positioned her to straddle him as he reached for a condom from his bag by the bed and rolled it on. “You’re so ready for me.”
Watching her rise up on her knees, he gritted his teeth as she gripped him.
“I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else.” Her words were music to his ears.
She sank slowly as he held tightly to her hips. Together they savoured every second of sensation. He held her close as she started to rock against him. Her impatience and the way her head fell back in ecstasy melted him. His mouth on her neck, jaw, lips caused the most delicious moan to escape those rosy lips. She pushed on his chest, and he lay back, letting her take control as she rode him. A slight sheen of sweat covered their skin, and his abs flexed with every rotation of her hips.
“Give me those lips.” With a palm on her nape, he pulled her close, claiming her mouth with his tongue as they moved at the same leisurely pace, lost in each other. When she gasped, he covered her breasts with wet kisses to bring her closer to the edge.
“I think I’m in love with your breasts,” he told her, dragging his teeth over her hard peaks. Her moans made him fall deeper.
“You should, they’re your biggest fan.”
Her giggle turned into a moan as the combination of sensations—him inside her—was becoming too much for both of them. He ground his pelvis against her with each shift of her hips, sending her over the edge. whispered in her ear as she came down—how good she felt, and how he loved watching her use his body for her own pleasure. The orgasm keeps going, steamrolling over them.
“Fuck, Phoebe, I love feeling you come around me.”
Her reply was an incoherent string of words. He watched her explode around him, never wanting to forget how beautiful she was in this moment. She arched against him; her nails sank into his shoulders as she cried out his name. She shivered, and he held her flush against him as he came so hard everything disappeared except the feel of her pulsing around him. Every muscle in his body tightened and tremors overtook him until he had nothing left to give but a low groan into her neck. Melting into each other, in a collection of satisfied, heavy breaths—he didn’t want the moment to end.
lifted her chin up from his shoulder, forcing her to look at him, and kissed her tenderly, groaning through his final thrust. Her eyes snapped open as he rolled her onto her back, because he had to see those bliss-filled eyes staring up at him. He landed on the mattress, taking her with him, not ready to let her go, until he rolled over gently and eased away from her.
“I don’t think we should leave this bed until we fly home,” he said, kissing her head.
“Excellent, sleep, tired.” She was clearly too exhausted to speak in full sentences.
He laughed as she snuggled into him, already half asleep as he ran his fingers through her hair. A few minutes passed and he was sure she was out cold. Carefully, he reached for his phone on the floor and set an alarm for their last day, wanting to make the most of it before they returned to reality. After turning off the light, he eased his arm under her, and she slipped her leg between his and rested her head on his chest. Caught up in her sweet, post-orgasm blissful sleep, he rested his hand over hers on his ribs and kissed her hair.