30. This Was Bad
THIS WAS BAD
Lorelei
Oh, this was bad, this was so fucking bad.
But with Axel’s tongue rammed down my throat, I couldn’t force the word stop out. Not to mention those wicked fingers stroking my clit. Damn, he felt so good. We’d been dancing around this thing growing between us for weeks, and I honestly didn’t have the willpower to fight it anymore.
It was raging hormones. Simple attraction. That was it.
All this fake dating was starting to work too well.
So when a moan slid through my lips instead of the “no, this is a really bad idea, Ax,” that sat perched on the tip of my tongue, I went with it.
My hips grinded against his palm, desperate for more friction.
As if plucking the thought from my mind, he yanked down my panties before his thumb circled my clit, providing just what I needed as his finger plunged deeper inside me.
Holy hell.
This guy’s fingers were like magic. Or had it just really been that long since I’d gotten off? I hadn’t hooked up with a guy since Killian and that was months ago.
Somehow, the cold, hard, impersonal touch of my vibrator paled in comparison to the warmth and skill of Axel’s fingers. And that tongue… His fiery kisses stole the breath from my lungs and left me needy and wanting more.
I looped my arms around his neck and groped the hard planes of his shoulders. His free hand cradled my neck, fingers diving into the hair at my nape. He angled my head to deepen the kiss, devouring every inch of my lips. He kissed me like I was the air he needed to breathe.
“Mmm, blondie, you taste incredible…” he groaned against my mouth.
“It must have been that chocolate I ate on my way over here.” I smirked as his bright eyes glistened in amusement.
“Were you trying to seduce me, Battenberg? After I had you all hot and bothered against that tree?”
“Yeah, right, psycho.” I slammed my palms against the hard wall of his chest, but he didn’t back away an inch. Not that I wanted him to.
His hand slid down my neck and rested against the small of my back, forcing me closer, but he pulled the skillful fingers of his other hand away from my needy clit.
I huffed out my displeasure.
A playful grin curled Axel’s lips.
“Don’t stop,” I whined, my hips tilting to find his erection. Anything to ease the ache. I’d been so damned close.
“I’ll give you more, baby. But only if you admit you liked that guy in the stalker mask. You liked the danger, the depravity, the idea of being fucked by a lethal stranger.”
“No,” I squeaked. “I knew it was you…”
“Oh, so you wanted me to fuck you?”
“No!” And my traitorous pussy rubbed up against the towel between us even as I got the word out.
Those blazing baby blues locked on mine, and his hand dropped between us, fingers skimming my dripping pussy. It was such a tease. “Well, you can’t have it both ways, blondie. Which one is it?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.
He was enjoying this way too much. Maybe I’d been wrong about Axel all along, and he wasn’t this perfect, good guy. Maybe there was some darkness in that wholesome, all-American boy.
“I’m just horny as fuck, okay, Axel? You’re not the only one with needs.” A triumphant smile lit up his stupidly handsome face, and his finger thrust inside me.
My head fell back, and a whimper escaped through my clenched lips.
“Then let’s get those needs met, baby. Any girlfriend of Axel Vanderhart, fake or otherwise, deserves to be satisfied.”
“Thank god.”
A stupid grin parted my lips as his thumb circled my clit in time with his index finger pounding inside me. My hips picked up the steady rhythm, and that fiery heat sparked once again. My knees wobbled, but somehow, Axel’s free hand held me steady, those thick fingers wrapped tight around my hip.
Intense pleasure vibrated all the way to my core, and I lost all control. My hands slid down Axel’s chest as he worked me to oblivion, gliding beneath the towel haphazardly hanging from his narrow hips. The terry cloth sloughed down to the floor, revealing his huge, hard as hell cock.
I eyed the big, glorious bastard and nibbled on my bottom lip. Then I went for it.
“Lore…” Axel hissed as my hand wrapped around his cock. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” I murmured against his lips.
And it was the damned truth. I’d wanted to feel him for weeks now, to make him come, to have that power over someone again.
Beads of cum fell from his crown, slickening his shaft as I pumped harder.
He felt like pure steel wrapped in satin.
I could imagine that thick head sliding inside me, his powerful frame hovering over me, those lips on mine…
No!
Squeezing my eyes closed, I forced away the lusty images and banished them to the furthest corners of my mind.
A hand job was one thing but sex with my fake boyfriend would be devastating.
Because already I was feeling way too many things for Axel Vanderhart.
I wasn’t just lying to him when I said this was physical and nothing more.
Another groan squeezed through my lips as his dexterous digits returned my mind to the present. “Oh, Axel, I’m so close…” I panted.
He thrust a second finger inside me, and the feeling of utter fullness sent another wave of fire up my core. “Come for me, baby.”
“You first,” I muttered.
A rueful chuckle pursed his lips. “Damn, you’re stubborn.” His eyes twinkled as they regarded me. “Together, then?”
I nodded, my brain too addled with lust to form words. I doubled my efforts, sliding up and down his thick shaft, then curled my hand around his balls. They tightened at my touch and a satisfying moan erupted between us.
His fingers moved more quickly, the blossoming inferno seconds away from utter devastation. “Mmm, Axel, don’t stop,” I breathed.
“I wasn’t planning on it, blondie.”
My frantic movements quickened as I felt his cock twitch, and I gave into the all-consuming pleasure. My head fell back at the same instant as thick ropes of warm cum covered my hand.
A symphony of groans filled the air between us as we climaxed in perfect unison.
I’d never managed that with anyone before. Warmth unfurled in my chest, but I shoved it down, far down. For a long moment, I just stood there panting, heart fluttering.
Once the echoes of pleasure finally fell away, I slumped against the door, my legs like jelly. A shit-eating grin was splashed across Axel’s lips as he reached for a tissue from his dresser and offered it to me.
“I think it’s going to take more than that.” I’d never seen so much cum explode from one cock before.
He palmed the back of his neck, and a twinge of crimson coated his cheeks. “I told you it had been a while.”
He disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a wet wipe.
“Same.” I shrugged, wiped my hands off then pulled my panties up.
Axel grabbed a pair of boxers from the drawer and speared his legs into them. An awkward silence settled between us as we just stood there, neither speaking.
“Let’s not make this weird,” I finally blurted when the quiet reached uncomfortable levels. “It was just a one-time thing, a mutually beneficial arrangement, right?”
“Right, absolutely. It doesn’t have to affect our fake dating agreement.” He pulled out a shirt and tugged it over his head. “Everything is still the same.”
“Totally agree.” I turned around, and my hand closed around the doorknob. “Well, I guess I should go.”
“What, you're not going to grill me anymore about what happened tonight?”
“I decided maybe you’re right, and it’s better if I just stayed out of it.”
“Good girl.” A grin splattered across his lips.
“But if you’re going to do something stupid like that again, you better give me the heads up, so I don’t find myself in the middle of your fraternity bullshit.”
“Fair enough.” He leaned against the dresser, an adorable boyish grin on his face.
My reckless heart fluttered. “See ya, Ax.”
I forced myself to turn the knob before I did something stupid like ask to stay the night because the traitorous words were on the tip of my tongue.
“Good night, blondie.”