Chapter Twenty-Five #2
He thought about my answer. “But I thought this was the fluffy Christmas tree.”
“It’s going to be.”
“I don’t think that will suffice.” He pointed up to the wire tree display. “We need that frame to build the fluffy tree of Christmas.”
I looked in awe between the wire tree monstrosity and my husband. “Do you know how many fluffy balls that’s going to take?”
He tilted his head. “It’s seven feet tall, so I’m assuming a lot.” He lifted the baby frame out of our cart and then pulled the cart over to the display. “Should I get a second shopping cart for the balls?”
It was possibly the greatest craft moment of my life to be encouraged to aim so high, but someone had to stay practical. “I don’t think I can make enough fluffy balls to cover that tree. It’s too big.”
He ignored my warning as he lifted a large, heavy box into the cart. “I believe in you.”
I started laughing, but who was I to back down from a crafting quest as insane as this one? “This is crazy.”
“I’m going to get a second cart. We’re going to need it for the fluff.”
Bandit was beside himself when we walked through the door. I carried two massive bags of craft supplies while Axel carried the tree.
“You can set that near the dining room table. I’ll set up in there,” I told him as I headed upstairs.
“I’ll bring everything else in. You want to order us some pizza?”
I was halfway up the stairs to go change, but I paused and looked back at him. “You’re staying in?”
“Would I abandon a fellow crafter in her time of need?”
I didn’t know what was going on with him, but I was down for it. Somehow our night had gone from an Iron and Ember nightmare to fluffy balls and pizza.
“Meat lovers with pineapple coming up.” And then I sprinted up the stairs with excitement.
Four hours later, I lay sprawled on the couch. Somewhere between pizza and the movie, we had moved our craft assembly line to the couch and coffee table. Now we were in the middle of craft carnage, surrounded by felt balls, fur scraps and hot glue strings.
Axel, with his messy hair and glitter on his cheek, was concentrating on attaching decorative puffs to a snowman ball. “Do you think we’re going to run out of the felt craft balls?”
I couldn’t reconcile this man wielding a glue gun with the man who, only yesterday, had seemed to go out of his way to avoid me.
“We could do fewer snowman balls,” I suggested.
His gaze snapped to mine, reminding me again of the man that everyone called boss. “We can’t have fewer snowman balls than the others. We did the math.”
No, he had done the math.
“I can get more after school tomorrow.”
“I’ll send one of the guards while you’re at school. We also need more glue sticks. I’m pretty sure we’re going to run out.”
When was the last time I had felt this safe or this happy? Maybe when my parents were alive? I didn’t know, but I didn’t want the night to end.
In fact, I had some pretty specific ideas about how I wanted it to end, but Axel was entirely focused on the application of his pompoms.
I thought about Selena, who had told me that if you show a man you want to have sex, he’ll either nay or game. No middle ground. “Just take off some clothes and sit on him or something.”
Was it really that easy?
I got up and, with a confidence I didn’t feel, walked over to him.
“Excuse me,” I said in a businesslike voice, standing right in front of him.
He had a glue gun in one hand and an incomplete snowman ball in the other. He looked up at me, a bit perplexed. I pushed his arms open and climbed onto the couch awkwardly to straddle him.
Without ceremony, he dumped his stuff on the coffee table behind me, rested his warm hands on the sides of my hips and lay back against the cushions of the couch.
Now what?
Wasn’t he supposed to be game? I thought he’d have taken over by now. But he hadn’t, and here we were.
“You have a lot of glitter on your shirt,” I said, pretending I hadn’t just completely violated his personal space.
His eyes tracked every inch of my face. “Maybe you should take it off.”
He leaned forward, and I pulled the faded cotton fabric over his head, which messed up his hair even more.
My eyes dropped to his perfect chest, and with my fingertips, I traced his hard, smooth pecs.
Everything about him seemed so strong and big and masculine. Yet instead of taking over, he simply let me touch.
I tentatively leaned down and kissed him. He slid a big hand behind my neck and deepened the kiss. Then he started to move his mouth down.
I gasped when he connected with the sensitive nerves on my neck. I loved how that felt.
But I loved it even more when he unclasped my bra and his warm hands cupped my breasts.
He teased my nipples with the pads of his thumbs while I watched him and tried to breathe normally.
“With your tongue,” I told him.
His big hands pulled me roughly against him, and then his hot mouth latched on to one of my nipples, sucking and tugging with a ferocity that should have hurt but instead made a spot between my legs tingle wildly.
I cried out as my head fell back. The things he was doing were making my entire body melt.
Now his mouth was on my other breast and his hands were on my pants, pulling them down.
We broke away for a moment so I could frantically kick off my pants and then went right back to where we’d left off. I jiggled my breast in front of his mouth, sighing when he returned to his rhythmic sucking and teasing.
I squirmed when his hands curved over my hips, my butt.
And then, finally, they were sliding up my thighs.
Fingers teased the sensitive place around my entrance, barely inside of me but making me squirm shamelessly.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he breathed as his teeth grazed my aroused nipple.
I wanted his pants off. I pushed his hand away, sat back on my haunches, and pulled at the drawstring of his joggers. I lifted up onto my knees while he lifted his hips and kicked off his pants.
I sat back on his bare, muscular thighs and just felt awe when I looked at his cock. It was thick and stiff, thrusting rigidly upward.
He watched me with hooded eyes when I grasped it in my fist. It was heavy, but silky smooth. The tip felt like velvet against my fingertips. I watched in fascination as a drop of liquid pearled on the top.
My eyes lifted to his. He was watching me with an intensity that should have incinerated me.
I rose on my knees and shuffled toward him before bracing one hand on his thick shoulder.
He watched me, but didn’t move.
Breathless from nerves, I grabbed his thick member and gingerly lowered my hips down until I felt his bulbous head butt against my slick entrance.
The contact sent a sharp thrill up my spine.
Every time before, he’d expertly inserted himself into me. Now I was balancing over him with shaking thighs and shallow breaths.
He was watching me closely, his big hands resting loosely on my hips.
I slowly pressed myself down onto him. The thick tip of his cock pushed past the sensitive walls of my entrance, and I gasped and held still while sensations rolled over me.
His breath hitched and his entire body tightened, but he remained still.
I focused on slowly sliding myself down the length of him. His cock was so thick that it stretched me in waves rolling out from my pussy.
I suddenly felt nervous. “I don’t know what to do next.”
He slid his hands to the back of my neck and pulled my mouth down to his. He teased me with his tongue while his dick twitched deep inside of me, filling me fuller than I thought possible.
Then he sat back. “Now you ride my cock.”
“How?”
A ghost of a whisper played on his lips. “Use it to get yourself off.”
That shocked me. “What are you going to do?”
He smirked. “Sit here and try not to come.”
I pouted. “You’re not going to take over?”
He kissed the inside of my wrist. “I’m going to try my best not to.”
Bracing on his shoulders, I tried to do as he asked. First I kind of bounced up and down, but that didn’t feel as good as when he did it.
“Try rolling your hips, doll.” He captured one of my nipples in his mouth.
I shifted my hips, wincing when he felt too big and gasping when I hit a good spot.
His mouth was insatiable, sucking and nibbling at my breast. “Keep going. Use my dick like a dildo.”
“I’ve never used a dildo,” I gasped.
“Well, that’s something we need to change,” he told me as one of his hands snaked up my back and grabbed my hair, steadily pulling my head back with gentle pressure. My back arched, and then I found the spot.
“Oh my god,” I gasped, as his cock hit a place inside of me that was somewhere between frenzy and euphoria. I rolled my hips forward, and the sensation became even stronger.
Maybe it was the way he pulled my hair until my back arched. Maybe it was the way he sucked my breast. Maybe it was the way he rhythmically rocked against that perfect spot inside of me, but I felt my orgasm began to roll toward me.
“It’s coming,” I gasped, as I rocked on him harder and faster.
He tightened his grasp on my hair, pulling my head back further, arching my body like a bow. I clung to his shoulders while frantically pumping myself on him.
I was so close.
“Axel,” I cried out, frantic as I chased my release.
His voice was a hoarse growl. “Is my fuck doll frustrated?”
I whimpered as he grazed my hard nipple with his teeth before suckling it almost to the point of pain, which sent a lightning bolt of sensation straight between my legs.
I wanted to come so bad. “Please,” I begged, knowing he could get me off immediately.
“Is this what you want?” I felt his thumb begin to circle my sensitive clit, but he was deliberately teasing me instead of helping me.
Waves of pleasure rolled through me with every lazy circle but never drove me over the edge.
Helpless little noises were choked out of me. “I’m begging you.”
I felt a pressure as his fingers compressed the tissue surrounding my clit, which instantly reduced the sensation. Almost as if things were muted.
My eyes widened in confusion. “What are you doing?”