18. Axel #2
Thunder claps loudly in the distance. Even though I love rain and thunderstorms, it still causes me to jump, pulling me from his hold and jolting me back into my body.
I make an exaggerated show of righting myself, straightening my top like my tits weren’t just pressed to the tablecloth.
“I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again.
You. Don’t. Own. Me.” Then I turn and stride out the front door and into the half empty and dimly lit parking lot, refusing to look back.
I’ve never wanted to drive until this moment. Having my own car would make it much easier to escape Axel’s special brand of crazy. I’d call another ride, except I can already feel his eyes burning a hole into my back as he follows me from the restaurant.
Don’t they say to never run from a bear, because it triggers a predatory response?
Axel is not a bear, but I have a feeling the sentiment is about to be the same.
I turn to face him just to find him striding toward me, hands in his pockets and seemingly unbothered.
I’m not sure if the flat expression on that fuckable face of his is that of a man that is calm and controlled or if it’s a facade.
As soon as he catches up with me I take a few steps back in response. The rain has my hair matted to my face and body and his face is almost blurry through the wall of falling raindrops between us.
We match each other step for step until I’m sandwiched between his tall frame and what I assume is the bed of a truck. Glancing behind me, under the soft light of a flickering lamp post, it’s now obvious it’s his truck he has me trapped against.
In a feeble attempt at standing my ground, I narrow my gaze on his and straighten my spine. “I hate you,” I snap sharply, jutting my chin for added emphasis.
His face comes into view as he leans down until our noses practically touch. “I hate you, too,” he sneers, his chest heaving and eyes nearly blacked out with lust, betraying the words he uttered with such certainty.
I reach up and shove him as hard as I can. It only provides me an inch, but it’s enough for me to get some space. When he seizes my wet hair in his hand and pulls–hard–I stumble backwards. “Shit, that hurts, jackass,” I shout, not caring who might hear or see us.
“Oh no, does it really?” he mocks, pulling me back towards the truck.
There’s a click, followed by a squeak of metal behind me.
Then I’m whipped around and bent over the tailgate with a quickness I wouldn’t have been able to stop, even if I wanted to.
“That’s nothing compared to how I’m about to punish you, little trainwreck. ”
Leaning over me, his very obvious erection pressed tightly against my ass. The fact that I can feel it through my jeans is both arousing and slightly unsettling. “Beg me.” His mouth is right up against my ear as he growls the order.
“You’re fucking crazy, Axel. Beg you for what?”
“If you want to be treated like a horny little bitch, Wrinley, I’m happy to treat you like one.”
Holy fucking hell.
I’ve never been more thankful for the rain as I am at this moment. If my pants weren’t already soaked, he’d see what his words have done to me. But no. I refuse to give in to this prick, no matter how much my body wants him.
“Now fucking beg me to finally rid you of your virginity, so you can stop acting like a filthy whore, desperate for any cock she can get her hands on.”
“I’d literally rather have any cock than yours,” I spit.
“Get in the fucking bed of the truck.”
My traitorous body betrays me by following his command. The rain continues to pour as I hop up and sit on my ass in the truck bed.
Axel is right behind me. “Take off your pants.”
“No.”
“Trust me when I tell you, I’m offering you the easy way, but I’m more than happy to do it the hard way.”
“If you want to get to my pussy so badly, take them off yourself.” I realize that I’m poking and prodding the bear here. Axel pisses me off more than anyone I’ve ever met, but there’s a part of me–deep down–that is silently pleading with him to make good on his promise.
I’m literally a walking contradiction.
As he starts to move toward me, I hold steady. I’m not afraid of him even though I know I probably should be. As soon as he’s inches from me, I reach up and slap him as hard as I can.
His mouth twists into a sadistic grin as he tilts his head to the side. The impact of my hand on his wet cheek wasn’t even hard enough to do any damage, but regardless, I know I’m fucked. My blood races faster in my veins when he reaches out and grabs me by the throat.
“Did you forget you’d already maxed out on those?
” he questions, reaching out to pop the button on my jeans and unceremoniously yanking them down my soaked legs.
A shiver runs through me when his eyes land on my bare pussy.
I made a very strategic decision to not wear panties tonight, because why add extra layers just to take them off.
It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now I’m not so sure.
Another low growl escapes him. “Beg me, Wrinley.”
All I offer him in response is a slow shake of my head.
He pops the button of his own jeans, followed by an agonizingly slow release of his zipper.
“It’s going to happen regardless, you know that, right?
” He lowers his pants just enough for his cock to spring free and even in the low light, I can see how hard he is.
“Your nipples are hard, your pupils are blown out and I bet if I shoved my fingers up that tight cunt of yours, I’d find it soaked…
not from just the rain… but for me. You can say you hate me all you want, but your body is betraying you.
Now beg me to fuck you before I take matters into my own hands and take it without your permission. ”
He’s not wrong. My body does want him.
He’s on his knees between my legs, giving himself long, languid strokes while he waits for me to do as he says.
Everything slows in motion around us as I regard him like this…
his hair wet and loose in his face, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, nostrils flared.
The man that’s usually so put together–calm, controlled chaos–is now wild, feral and unhinged before me.
In his hurry to follow me, he even forgot to grab those slutty glasses of his.
He’s just as affected by me as I am by him.
He may hate me back, but he also wants me.
“Fuck me, Axel,” I mutter breathlessly.
He sucks in a sharp breath, then reaches out to grab both legs and pulls me closer. “I won’t be gentle.”
“Do your fucking worst, asshole.”
I suck in a breath as he lays over me, lining the head of his very large cock up with my entrance.
I’ve never been more grateful for what seems to be the excessive lubrication I have going on right now, because I’m positive he’s about to split me in two.
Fantasizing about being ripped apart is one thing. The reality feels much different.
“I was going to start easy for you, but since you were a bad girl and decided it was a good idea to slap me again, I changed my mind.” The bastard is actually grinning now. “Don’t worry, this won’t hurt me one bit.”
Oh shit, I can’t believe it’s finally about to happen.
Then he drives his cock forward in one fast thrust, bottoming out inside of me and forcing me to release the breath I was holding, just to draw another one in a loud gasp.