37. Axel #2
I circle her until my chest is to her back, gliding my gloved palm over her bare arms and watching the goosebumps erupt in its wake until my fingers arrive at the base of her skull and I’m able to grab a fistful of her hair.
I make quick work of tugging her head back until she has no choice but to stare at the evening sky.
Slow and measured, I groan in her ear, “You should be. Now, fucking run.” Each word is punctuated with purpose.
As each second lingers, my impatience grows, my need to chase and fuck her into the earth growing with it.
I thought my dick liked the sight of her in this dress.
It’s already rock hard and trying to punch a hole through my damn pants just at the thought of hunting her down and having his way with her.
My hand releases her hair and this time she listens.
She takes off at a moderate pace. Just slow enough to confirm she’s not really looking to get away.
My girl wants to get caught, but now I’m curious what the fuck she actually thinks is going to happen when I do reach her.
For a moment, I allowed myself to get lost in this little cat and mouse game we have going and forget she doesn’t actually know I’m me.
She’ll pay for her bravado tonight, thinking she can have a dick that isn’t mine.
My feet finally give way to follow her onto the trail. These woods aren’t huge, so there are only so many places she can go. It’s just enough space to allow me to have a bit of raw, primal fun with her.
Leaves crinkling under my feet are the only sound I hear as I start to pick up my pace. I gave her a good sixty second head start and I’m impressed she’s making no noise. Unless she’s not moving at all… which would be equally smart and stupid.
It doesn’t matter though.
I will find her.
I see a flash of hot pink from the corner of my eye and I turn in the direction the blur was headed, assuming I’ll likely head her off before she knows what’s hit her.
I pause–still on the main trail–close my eyes and just listen.
Blocking out as many other senses as possible, I search for even the smallest hint of where my girl is hiding. She’s not behind me or in front of me. That I’m certain of. To the right… it’s barely there, but I catch a hint of her heavy breaths that she’s obviously trying to hide from me.
I turn and move toward the sound, my steps heavier as I hurry to catch my prey before she can escape. A tiny piece of pink fabric peeks out from behind a large tree about twenty steps in front of me, but as soon as I get to her, she bolts, letting out a loud screech as she zips past me.
Breaking out into a jog, I chase her.
It takes me less than a minute to catch up and when I do, I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her to me. Her legs kick at nothing while her arms push and scratch at my forearms. But my hold on her is too tight. It’s not going to help her.
“If you think I’m going to make this easy on you, dickhead, you have another fucking thing coming,” she grunts while trying to twist her body to face mine.
The most primal part of me is dying to shove her into the dirt and fuck her raw, but if she is pregnant, I need to at least be somewhat careful with her. Before I can plan my next move, her heel comes back hard against my knee.
“FUCK!” I yell, my arms loosening just enough for her to gain freedom as I will the vision in my eyes to refocus from the searing pain radiating through my leg. She’s surprisingly strong for someone so fucking small.
I look up expecting her to be long gone, but she’s not. She’s standing there… staring at me with her arms crossed. Her brows are knitted as she regards me like she’s waiting for something.
Then she closes the distance again, returning to me.
My thoughts freeze as I attempt to figure out what the fuck she’s doing.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” she asks, her tone confident and self-assured.
My spine straightens as she steps just a little closer, her small hands making their way to my neck where she grabs the hem of my mask and slowly pulls it off of me, leaving my hair disheveled as I stare back at her, confused.
“How did you know?” They’re the only words I can come up with.
Her eyes are more green in the moonlight.
“You should learn to hide your shit better… lock it up or something. Or maybe not leave your whore alone in your home for too long or she’s likely to come across your secrets.”
My eyes blink in rapid succession, my brain unable to come up with anything to say.
“I found the fucking phone you used to… I don’t even know what…
with me. Was it fun for you to play with me like that?
” Her expression remains flat with every word she speaks.
It’s making it hard for me to get a read on how she’s actually feeling.
Is she actually pissed about this? I walked into this little game of ours pissed and ready to fuck her into the earth as punishment, but if she’s about to end this thing we have–whatever it is–I’m not entirely sure what my response will be.
My heart is racing for an entirely different reason now as a knot of pain forms in my chest. Every muscle I have is frozen. If she wants to let me go–
“I’m not sure what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, but I have to admit it’s kinda nice to have the upper hand for once. Although, speechless Axel is a little off-putting. I think I prefer your filthy mouth.”
“I can’t tell if you’re upset or not.”
“Oh, I was upset at first. Until I realized I should have put it together sooner. The fucking signs were all there. And then I remembered the moment I came on a strangers fingers in the club. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had up until that point.
And then you showed yourself and drove me home. ”
“What are you saying?” I ask as I release a heavy breath.
“I think I’m saying that I’m more mad at myself than I am at you,” she sighs. “Although, you come a real close second.”
“What now?” There’s a piece of my brain that doesn’t want to know. A piece that wants to end this entire conversation by putting her on her knees and shutting her the fuck up before she can say something she can’t take back.
Wrinley
“No more lies, Axel.” My arms loosen around me into a more protective embrace, knowing I’m asking for honesty from him while also planning to withhold a real doozy of a secret…
but I have to… he doesn’t want kids and I’m pretty sure he hates all tiny humans.
If I’m being honest, while I don’t hate kids, I’ve never seen myself having them either.
“Let’s face it. We’re well past the point of no return here. ”
He has no idea.
“You’re not ready to hear everything.”
“So I was right and there is more,” she huffs. “Axel, I swear to fucking god, if you don’t tell me whatever else I don’t know–”
His hand flies up and quickly I realize he removed his gloves at some point. His fingers encase my neck and he pulls me close. “Don’t even think about finishing that fucking sentence, or–”
My hands move to his forearms and I make a point to dig my fingernails into his skin, trying to ignore the bulging forearm veins that call to me like catnip. And he seriously smells so fucking good. I think I’m more aroused by his scent now than I was before I was pregnant.
No! Wrinley Jaymes… get your shit together and stand you mother fucking ground. Do not let yourself be tricked by his hotness or his big dick. But it’s such a good dick and I’m just a girl… a horny girl in need of having my fallopian tubes fiddled with.
“You should know by now that this little act of dominance is only going to turn me on,” I smirk.
“What did you think all this was going to accomplish? If you knew the truth, why didn’t you just say something?”
“Because that’s not what we do best. I’m pretty sure we’re our best selves when we rub our parts together.
When we’re literally so wrapped up in each other that nothing else in the world exists.
I just… I needed to get you on neutral ground.
I need to know if there’s more. It won’t change anything, I just have to know.
” The last few words come out quieter than I’d intended.
I can feel my resolve dwindling, the longer I’m in his orbit.
His face twists into a scowl just as a low growl falls from his lips.
Fuck me, I’m not going to last much longer if he keeps making sounds like that.
I’m supposed to be pissed at him, damn it.
Just as he begins to speak, he moves, walking me backward until I’m backed up against a tree.
“You want to know all the things, Wrinley? What if you can’t handle the truth? ” he sneers.
“I can handle it. I swear.”
“You know it doesn’t change anything between us, right? This doesn’t go away.”
His hand squeezes against my neck as if to ensure I’m paying attention and I nod.
“What if I told you I’ve taken a life for you? Would you change your mind?”
“H-have you?” I stutter. As soon as the words leave my lips, I recall something he said a while back about Thadd. “Wait–”
He cocks his head in question.
My pulse hammers in my chest.
“Thadd. You killed him.”
His other hand slides slowly up my thigh, pushing up the hem of my dress until he lands at my hip and gives it a tight squeeze.
Then he inches it along my panty line, teasing his way to the apex.
He pushes my panties aside and shoves two fingers roughly inside, eliciting a gasp from me at the sudden but delicious intrusion.
“I did. He called you a whore so I snapped his neck and buried his dumbass in an unmarked grave.” Fuck if my pussy doesn’t clench involuntarily at his confession. “Oh, you like that, huh? You like knowing what lengths I’ll go to keep you, don’t you? Proof of how fucking mine you are.”
My thoughts are jumbled, swirling around in my head with nowhere to go. “More. Tell me more.”
Holy shit, what’s wrong with me?
This shouldn’t be turning me on.
“I also ended his piece of shit friend, Brad. It started out as penance for hurting my sister, but he ran his mouth and tried to talk about you too and well… I’m sure you can figure out the rest.”
His fingers are fully fucking me now, the wet sound of my arousal is all I can hear aside from the nature that surrounds us. “Oh my god, Axel.”
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
I nod once more as I grunt with every thrust of his fingers.
“Your tight little cunt is squeezing the fuck out of my fingers. Be a good fucking girl and come for me. Now.” His order is absolute in my mind, like my body knows it’s helpless against him.
I squeeze around his fingers tightly until my orgasm takes hold at the base of my spine and circles in my belly and my hips instinctively grind into his palm where my clit is able to gain some friction and I combust, soaking him more with each thrust. I ride his fingers until I’ve taken all I can from him.
My thighs eventually relax and I sag against the tree.
He pulls his fingers free and lifts his arm, no doubt showing me how soaked his sleeve is. It’s not the first time I’ve squirted with him, but it causes a blush to creep up my neck and settle in my cheeks, nonetheless.
“Good girl. Now get on your knees. We’re not done. I have more I need to tell you and I’m not leaving these woods until I’ve had you completely.”