31. Axel #2
“Yeah, little trainwreck. That was me.” I have no intention of telling her the real reason why. Hell, it started as a way to fuck with her but now… on the off chance she’s carrying our child, I’m not about to risk it. “I want you sober when I defile you. It’s non-negotiable.”
Her hand moves to land a hard slap against my chest. “You’re a dick, you know that?”
Instead of arguing with her, because–let’s face it–there’s no point, in one swift movement, I swivel the chair around and lift her onto my desk. She lands with a squeak, but makes no attempt to move away from me.
That’s a good girl.
Pulling her hips to the edge, I nudge her to lean back as I inch the denim up her toned, tan thighs.
The tan is fairly recent. I remember when she got it.
She went out of her comfort zone and ended up on the beach with my sister.
She didn’t see me, but I was there. My phone pinged that she was on the move and I had to know where she was going, so I obviously followed her.
It took every ounce of self-restraint I could muster to not haul her out of there after I saw her in that two piece.
My instinct is to shield her from herself and others, and then keep her to myself until the day we die, but the more I’m around her, the more I realize that’s not what she needs.
She needs to actually live her life and watching her smile on the beach–talking to Arabella–was enough to keep me hidden in the shadows, mesmerized just by watching her.
“You’re just going to leave it at that? You’re not even going to apologize?” she scoffs.
“I’m not going to apologize because I’m not even a little sorry.” I push against her chest a little more as I lift her knees until her feet are next to her on the desk, leaving her exposed to me.
“Fuck, trainwreck. You came in here without panties?”
“What’s it to you?” Despite her usual bratty attitude, her knees widen for me and it’s painfully obvious she’s turned on right now. It’s clear–based on how soaked and swollen she is–that she’s edged herself one too many times and needs a release like she needs her next breath.
I spread her pussy lips with my left hand and a tight slap against her decorated and already engorged clit.
She releases a hushed moan before her hand flies out in a failed attempt to fucking slap me.
She’s lucky I’ve learned that lesson and saw it coming so I could duck out of the way before she landed the blow.
“Nice try.” I chuckle. “I can assure you that won’t work for you anymore.
I am curious why your instinct is to hit me when I know you like some pain with your pleasure, though. ”
“I don’t know. I think my fight just outweighs my flight when I’m with you. You fucking confuse me.”
“I know the feeling,” I mumble.
“Did you put me up here to stare at it or are you going to eat it sometime today?” Fucking hell, she’s going to drive me to an early grave.
“Oh, I’m going to eat my pussy, baby. You best brace yourself.”
“Wait–” she sticks her hand out just before I dip my head between her thighs. “Seriously? The door is wide fucking open!”
We’re upstairs so I don’t anticipate anyone walking by, but if they do…
so be it. “We’re in a club centered around sex, kinks and sin.
It's not like you haven’t done things out in the open before.
” I wrap my arms under her legs to hold her open for me and shoot her a wink.
“Now lay back and let them watch you come undone for me.”
Wrinley
Holy fucking shit. I’m so wound tight, I feel like I’m going to combust the second his tongue slides slowly through my folds.
I’ve frustratingly finger fucked myself to the edge every goddamn day since we broke my childhood bed and not once has it felt as exquisite as it does to have his tongue on me right now.
My legs begin to tremble with every pass of his tongue and the fucker just chuckles through it, like he’s so fucking proud of himself for making my legs shake.
He breezes past where I want him the most, torturing me and causing my left leg to involuntary jerk every time he does it. Seriously, how is that even possible?
“Please, Axel.”
He pulls away slightly, replacing his tongue with the slow, teasing strokes of his thumb. Fuck, why is that so hot? “What exactly is it that you’re begging for, baby?”
“You know goddamn well what I want… no, need.”
“Tell me or I’ll stop.”
“Fuck, please don’t fucking stop,” I beg, panting each word. “I need you to eat me like you’re on death row and it’s your last fucking meal, okay? Please, for the love of god–”
Before I finish my sentence, he buries his face back in my pussy, latching onto my clit and sucking my piercing between his teeth, pulling tight.
My breath stutters as he holds it taut for almost too long.
When he releases it, causing electricity to zip viciously through my nervous system, he emits a low groan.
“There’s a part of me that’s dying to rip this from you as punishment for allowing another man to touch you here.”
Kill me now.
I swear my feminism flies out the window when it comes to this man’s possession. Why does it turn me on more that he’s so pissed about this.
“You’re lucky I like playing with it. But I think you should apologize.” His gaze bores into me, firm and unmoving causing my nipples to pebble from the command alone.
“I’m sorry.” The words come out with a moan, but I can’t find it in me to care because his tongue is back on me again, circling my clit. “Oh, shit. Yes. That.”
At the same time he moves to suck the very awake and on edge bundle of nerves into his mouth, he plunges two thick fingers into me, curling them just right to stroke against the exact spot that I need to send me closer to the release I’m so desperately seeking.
Each curl of his fingers acting like a beacon, beckoning me to the edge.
My left hand flies up to cup my breast and I squeeze the soft flesh, pinching my nipple tightly and painfully between my fingers, searching for the missing piece that will hurdle me over it.
But it doesn’t work.
He’s dangling my orgasm just out of my reach and I’d like to kick him in the head for it. Except, between his arms still wrapped around my legs and the trembling, I’m pretty sure he’s sucked me into some fucked up form of paralysis.
“Turn off that pretty little brain of yours and let go for me, little trainwreck. Show me how sorry you are by soaking my fucking face in your cum.”
Apparently, his growly command was the missing piece. Almost as soon as the words leave those soft, delectable lips of his, my hips roll into his mouth, riding it through an orgasm so intense my eyes blur.
“You’re a fucking asshole. I hate you so fucking much,” I moan loudly as I move my hand from my tits to the back of his head and push him into my throbbing clit. I need him to keep going or I might just die.
“I know, baby. I know. Give it all to me. Don’t you dare hold anything back,” he mumbles into me, his words vibrating over my already sensitive bundle of nerves.
My hand fists around his hair, tugging at it as wave after wave of an endless orgasm consumes every muscle I have and my thighs widen even more and I push myself into his mouth, pausing as I jerk against him and soak his face and likely everything else in the vicinity.
I let out a heavy breath and collapse backward onto his desk, not caring that I probably landed on his keyboard and just fucked up his entire monitoring system.
“Holy fucking shit. What the actual fuck? I figured it would feel good to have your mouth… I mean a mouth on me, but I had no idea it would feel like fucking that .”
I lift my head to see him already leaned back in his chair, smirking like the smug fucker he is. “I can guarantee it doesn’t always feel like that, not that you’ll ever fucking find out.”
“Mmhmm.” I don’t even have it in me to argue with him, not that I would. Instead, I roam my hands over my body lazily, needing to take in every lingering sensation my body is feeling right now.
Axel’s hands find my legs, lightly stroking the skin in gentle caresses that send delicious tingles through my body. Lord, if this is what heaven feels like, take me now.
“You squirted all over me and the floor. You’re lucky I have shit to do or I’d make you clean up your mess like the filthy girl I know you are.”
“You should know by now not to threaten me with a good time.”
I think I’d enjoy anything you could do to me.
I almost said that last part out loud. The reality is, I think he’s changing my DNA.
I both love it and fear it. The more I’m with him, the more I want him to consume me but I’m more broken than he realizes.
I worry that will scare him away and I don’t think I’d survive another devastating loss.
He helps me back to the ground and we both stand, although I’m not convinced my legs will hold me.
They feel like they’re made of Jell-O, but I suppose that’s normal when you come so hard you think you might black out.
I stumble slightly on my feet but Axel is right there, his hands landing on my hips to steady me.
Once I’m fully on my own two feet again, I turn to survey the damage we made after being splayed out on his desk and my eye catches on something familiar in my periphery.
My legs move slowly of their own accord to the end of the bottom row of monitors.
“That’s… my apartment.” I’m motionless as I stare down at the clear evidence that there is at least one camera in my apartment. My pulse picks up speed the longer I stand here. For the first time in my life, I think I may be speechless.
My brows pinch as I crane my neck towards Axel. The fucker is just standing there, legs slightly parted in an unmovable stance with his arms folded across his chest, like this is just no big deal.
Is it a big deal?
I think I’d be lying to myself if I said there wasn’t some fucked up part of me that likes the idea of him watching me.
No, Wrinley. This is so fucked up on so many levels. This is wrong and you should be pissed at this mother fucker for invading your privacy. Oh my god, has he seen me–?
“You weren’t supposed to find out about that yet.” The rough, calm tenor of his voice cuts through my thoughts and my eyes snap up to his. “You’re obviously talking yourself through this in your head. You’ll no doubt have questions when you’re done freaking out. Keep going. I’ll wait.”
“I’m not freaking out,” I demand, my voice high and my words rushed, betraying me and confirming I am indeed freaking out a little. “You put that there?”
“Yes.”
“Is it the only one?”
“No.”
“Where are the others?”
“It doesn’t matter. They’re not coming down.”
I take a few steps closer to him, pausing just out of reach and regard him for a moment. He’s so sure, so unmovable. “You know this is an egregious violation of my privacy, right?” I ask calmly.
A smirk tugs at the corner of those kissable lips of his.
“Oh, mi debilidad , the fact that you think there’s such a thing as privacy when you’re mine, is cute.
There is no such thing as separate or away from me.
Do I need to remind you how mine you are?
I don’t just fuck what’s mine. I also watch over and protect.
That's why there’s also a tracker on your phone. Which will also not be going away.”
Well, shit. That’s kind of sweet, actually.
No! It’s fucking fucked up! A goddamn tracker? Who does this asshole think he is? Outrage incoming!
But the outrage never comes, because now I’m wondering, “What exactly have you watched on those cameras?”
“If you’re asking if I’ve watched you finger that sweet cunt of yours on your bed, the answer is yes. How’s that going for you, by the way?”
Christ, I’m guessing that particular line of questioning means he knows I’ve been struggling to get myself across the finish line lately.
Good thing the camera doesn’t know I fantasize about him every damn time, and it’s just been recently since I started having the real thing that my body started getting greedy and needing her fix of the real thing to get there.
“Wait, can you h–”
“Yeah the cameras have audio. I’m not a fucking amateur.”
I’m wholly unsure if I’m horrified or turned on right now. Then the realization hits me that maybe I’m not so crazy after all. I suck in a breath. When we were at my dad’s, he had to have snuck in through the window. All those nights… I thought I was nuts, but was he–?
“Say it,” Axel orders, stepping closer and gripping underneath my jaw to tilt my head up so I can look at him. “Say the exact thing you’re putting together in that pretty little head of yours.”
I release the breath I was holding and place my palm firmly against his chest. “You’ve been in my apartment. Watching me while I’m sleeping.”