13. Ember #2
He bends down, pushing my legs wider apart as he peels my panties down. I’m exposed to his stare, a shiver wracking over me at the pure, animalistic lust that fills his uncut ambers.
“You’re going to learn, dimples. Good girls who do as they’re told are rewarded.”
“I’m not good at following orders,” I whimper in need.
“By the time I’m done here, you will be.”
Axel pauses to take a deep sniff of my underwear, his eyes refusing to leave mine. Desire unfurls inside me as he tosses the scrap aside then retakes his position. All I can see is his tousled, purple locks when I feel his tongue glide over my sensitive skin.
Lips secure themselves to my clit, sucking and rolling the bud until I can’t hold in another cry. Axel’s tongue laps at me like I’m his favourite flavour of ice cream, never once letting up.
When his digits return to my slit, the combined effect has me thrashing against the damn handcuff. I don’t know if I want to punch his smug face or bury my fingers in his hair while he eats me alive.
“Ax!” I whine frantically.
His fingers curl inside me, brushing the sweet spot of pure ecstasy. With his thumb bearing down on my clit and tongue greedily devouring my essence, it’s too much. He’s chasing my traitorous body down a path I can’t stop it from taking.
“Please.” My protests turn to pathetic gasps. “Oh, God. More… Ax!”
One more swipe of his tongue and I feel myself detonate. He’s pumping into me relentlessly, drawing the orgasm from my depths at a furious pace. My walls clench, muscles tense then my mind explodes with all-consuming bliss.
Still, Axel doesn’t let up, pulling his hand free to make room for his mouth. He drinks in every lick of moisture, teasing my release to its maximum. I writhe and shudder underneath him, the evening-lit room turning hazy all around me.
When I come back down to earth, the playful rogue who’s spent months taunting me is nowhere to be found. A dark, determined angel stares down at me with a raw look of hunger that makes my spine tingle.
“They all think you’re theirs.” He wipes moisture from his mouth. “And I don’t mind sharing you, but I’m going to be the one to fuck this sweet cunt first.”
God, I should say no. Kick him in the face. Tell him and his overbearing, alpha-hole teammates to fuck off to high heaven. Anything but moan at the spasms his words evoke inside me.
I mewl like a needy animal when Axel dips out of the room, leaving me soaked and spreadeagled. He returns with a foil packet clasped between his fingers, already shoving his sweats off at the foot of the bed.
A hedonistic thrill barrels through me at the sizable swell stretching his boxers. I can already imagine the burn of his huge dick stretching me open. God, he’s big. All the reasons I’m mad at him suddenly seem unimportant as he shoves off his boxers.
“Touch yourself,” Axel orders. “Now.”
His stare devours my movements, watching me tug on the restraint with one hand while I play with my juices. I’m already slick and tingling from the orgasm he plucked out of me.
“Perfect,” he hums, his pupils blown.
“Please. I need… I want…”
“What, babe? What do you want from me?”
“Fuck me.”
“So demanding for such a stubborn girl, don’t you think?”
He fists his hard cock, stroking the vein-studded length. Axel’s generous and thick, his rosy head glistening with pre-come. My pussy tightens as I imagine exactly what he’ll feel like.
I’m on the verge of begging when he tears the condom then slowly rolls it onto his steel while stalking back over to the bed. The mattress shifts as Axel settles onto it, braced between my trembling legs.
He smiles to himself while rolling my shirt up, taking the sports bra I’m wearing with it. The fabric bunches around my trapped wrist, leaving my chest bare for his perusal.
“Are you going to release me?”
His fingers trail over my breasts, thumb circling one hard nipple. “Nope.”
The head of his cock rounds my wet heat, sluicing back and forth without entering me. After all this time, he still feels the need to tease. I curse him out as Axel rolls my nipple, lightly pinching it.
“Tell me you’re going to listen from now on.” He runs his length over my clit and down. “You’re going to take care of yourself.”
“Ax…”
“You’re going to trust this team. Let us in. Cooperate.”
“Please. Ax, please?—”
“Submit, Em. Let us love you.”
Each time he nudges my entrance, the pressure vanishes before I can find relief. He won’t slam into me. Not like I want him to. I throw my head back and scream out his name in frustration.
“In return, I’ll never deny you.” Axel’s jaw clenches from the effort of holding himself back.
“Wha… What does that mean?” I pant.
“It means if you give yourself to us fully, you can have whatever you want. I’ll make sure of it. But I’m not watching you swan around, worrying about everyone but yourself any longer.”
When I don’t agree, Axel presses inside me just the barest amount. Enough for me to hug his cock in gratification then ache from loss when he snatches it back.
“No!” I shrill.
“It can all be yours, Ember. Just say the word.”
When he inches in again, my mind splits apart. All the anger and suffocating loneliness that’s driven me to keep these toxic secrets… The fear of abandonment… The need to protect myself because no one else ever will. It all boils over, causing a monumental system failure.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Ax… please…”
“I want to hear it!”
“Yes! Fuck!”
Axel pistons into me hard enough for a guttural roar to spill from my lips. His girth stretches me wide, filling every last microscopic speck of space I have to give. We smack together, hips aligned and bodies attached, leaving nothing between us.
He draws out only to slam back home, the momentum causing the handcuff to clatter loudly. I’m still half-pinned, one hand above my head and the other seizing Axel’s shoulder. If I don’t hold onto him, I think he’ll break me in half.
Our breath exchanges in a stuttered conversation of mindless, pent-up lust. I can hardly think past the place where our bodies join, shattering the sexual tension of countless shared looks since the night he entered my motel room.
“You take me so well.” Axel’s tone is guttural and rough. “So fucking well.”
I melt under him, lavishing his praise. “More.”
“Yes, babe. Take it.”
Each thrust hits deep, battering his ownership into me. Over and over. A brutal, bruising collision that shatters any meagre hint of professionalism between us. Axel takes a fucking sledgehammer to that lie, and for once, it feels good to surrender to another person.
When Axel halts, sliding himself free, my mewling sounds frantic even to my own ears. He reaches above me to unlatch the handcuff cutting into my wrist, letting my arm flop and clothing scatter. I don’t have a second to recover before he’s seizing my waist to flip me over.
Fingers bite into my hips as Axel lifts my rear end high. I’m bent over like a dog, ass up and spine bent, head buried in my warm pillow. His tip strokes over my pussy then pushes back inside from a new angle.
I shout into the pillow, feeling fuller than ever. From this position, Axel is seated deep inside me. His hand runs down my spine, then fire races over my ass cheek where it smacks into me.
“You wanted more,” he grunts.
“Yes! Please!”
“Christ, Em. You’re so goddamn tight.”
I’m fucked rough and hard. Tits bouncing. Leg muscles burning. Walls squeezing tight around Axel’s cock, repeatedly bulldozing into me with enough force to ignite another meltdown. I’m seconds from exploding around him.
Another firm spank and I spiral, quickly falling apart. Every last internal boundary collapses into spectacular pieces, letting Axel barge his way into my whole being. Every nerve. Every sense. I’m lost to his touch, the strength of his thrusts, the way my limbs turn to blissful jelly.
Still, he won’t let up. Not as my system sprints into overdrive or my brain feels like it’s going to fracture from the drawn-out orgasm. Axel grips my hips hard enough to ache and rides me like he’s spent months fantasising about this exact moment.
“You’re mine.” He puffs for air. “So fucking perfect for me.”
“Yours,” I moan in a daze.
“That’s right. I want everyone to know it.”
My head pulls upright when his hand takes hold of my loose red hair, forming a leash. Axel grips my locks, using the leverage while he fucks me like a vengeful god out to prove a point.
Every doubt flies from my mind, ejected by brute force alone. No amount of turmoil for crossing this line could stop us now. Axel leaves no room to question exactly what he wants from me as he batters an imprint into my very soul.
After he dips a finger through the wetness leaking from where we’re joined, Axel finds my backside. I jerk on the bed, pushing back into his crotch, the sensation startling me.
“Easy, babe.”
Pressure builds at my rear where his finger is slowly penetrating me. It’s an odd intrusion, half-pain and half-pleasure that has me squirming for something I can’t quite name.
“I’m going to take this hole soon.” Nerve endings I didn’t know I had spark to life as he eases his digit inside me. “Maybe I’ll let one of the others fuck your pussy while I do it.”
“Oh God,” I mewl.
“You like the idea of that, don’t you?”
While he worships my core, his finger swirls inside me from behind, unlocking a new thrill. The punishing cinch on my hair grows tighter, adding to my sensory overload. All I can do is rock back and forth into each ragged slam.
“Take my cock,” he grunts, driving deep into me.
“Ax! Can’t… take more…”
“Yes, babe. You can. Come all over me, cover me in your juices. Give me everything.”
Another digit breaches my asshole, and I see stars. The stretch is too much. I’m overwhelmed by Axel, drowning in every place he’s claiming my body, and it’s too late to stop the inevitable meltdown.
His fingers scissor in time to his undulating hips, wringing every last drop of desire from my veins. Before exhaustion can creep in, I sense the edges of another release creeping over me. He’s determined to find my breaking point.
“I’m close,” Axel huffs.
Nails dig into my hips, the zaps of pain hitting like sparks from a flame. It’s nothing compared to the inferno that’s been stoked within me, reaching every corner of my mind. All my boundaries, secrets and bullshit excuses crisp in the flames.
The final pump sends me catapulting off the precipice, straight into the arms of another eruption. My body is wrung out, tingling with stimulation, barely able to hold itself up.
Axel roars my name, his grip on my hair slackening, hips stilling as he finds his release. Despite the condom, heat spreads through me, warming my inner walls. The feeling only intensifies the orgasm charging through me at breakneck speed.
Each internal tremor saps the last of my energy, roughly depositing me in the blissful oblivion of aftershocks. We collapse simultaneously, slippery limbs entwining to form a sweaty heap on the bed.
I twist to land cradled between Axel’s arm and his heaving chest, dotted with beads of moisture. He’s limp too, flopped on his back with his eyelids hanging at half-mast.
“Did you die?” I taunt between pants.
“Yes. Went to heaven.”
Smiling, I hook my leg over his, uncaring of the sticky warmth covering my thighs from multiple orgasms. Axel tugs off the condom then ties it off and sets it aside.
“You okay?”
“Mm.” Dazed, I moan in reply. “Think I quite like being fucked into behaving.”
“Then you should be a stubborn pain in the ass more often.”
“Perhaps I will.”
“Preferably without causing a fight or fitting in secret somewhere,” he clarifies, two narrowed eyes turning on me. “Warner’s heart can’t take it.”
“His heart needs a damn good talking to.”
“I’ll leave that pleasure for you.”
“Gee, thanks.”
We curl into each other, basking in the post-sex glow. I’m in no rush to leave his arms; I need a minute until I have to face the music. We’re alone here, but that doesn’t mean things haven’t changed. I know where Axel stands. Hyland? Blaine? Warner? Complete unknowns.
I’m not stupid enough to think that what I’m asking for isn’t too much. By any normal standard, what I want with all of my teammates is wrong. Greedy. Immoral. But I know what I want and who I’m willing to share my life with. After years of powerlessness, this is my decision.
I want Axel. Hyland.
Warner.
Blaine too.
I want us to find the love and security we’ve never had before in each other. To endure this storm as a team, a unit… a family. After so much heartache, it’s clear to me now. The only way we end this is if we work together.
The soft vibrating of my phone eventually breaks our peace. I disentangle myself from Axel to check, finding two missed calls and a text message from Hyland in the group chat.
“Shit.”
“What is it?” Axel props his head up.
“Tom’s doctor tried to call me. He’s waking up.”