Chapter Twenty-Six
SIENNA
Kissing Axel is everything I thought it would be and nothing like I imagined all at the same time.
He tastes like whiskey and marijuana, and something that’s all completely him.
I can’t get enough, our tongues tangling together, the way his lips move over mine.
My body melts into his, my hands gripping around his wrists to ground myself.
Our kiss heats up, our bodies flush against each other, my hips seeking him out.
Axel moves quickly, bending just enough to grab my ass, lifting me into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, my hands cupping his face.
He starts to walk, the cool summer breeze hitting me the moment he steps onto the porch.
“What are you doing? Why are you leaving?” I suddenly feel extremely self-conscious.
I thought it was Axel’s thing to fool around out in the open like that, but he’s taking me outside, like he doesn’t want anyone to see him with me.
“Axel, put me down.” He complies immediately, but his hands never leave my body, tucking me in close, his fingers threading through my hair.
“You don’t want to kiss me in there?”
“Not in there I don’t, not like this. If there ever comes a day you want me to play with you out in the open, I’m yours.
But not right now, not while I’m getting to kiss you for the first time.
I want this just for myself, just for us.
” Then he’s kissing me again, my body completely melting into him.
He kisses me like he’s starving for it, like he’s been waiting his entire life.
The world would have to burn down around us before he stopped.
The image of Axel touching me like he does in the bedroom out in the open stays firmly rooted in my mind, causing heat to pool at my core. It’s something I want to try, something I want to explore. I just don’t know how to ask for it.
He backs me up slowly, and I give up full control, trusting that wherever he’s leading us, I’ll enjoy. My bare legs hit cool metal, and I break apart to see I’ve bumped into a gorgeous motorcycle. It’s all black, with a faded purple chrome gas tank on the side.
“Go for a ride with me, Sienna?” My eyes must say exactly how I’m feeling because Axel steps closer into my space, gripping my chin between his fingertips, angling my head upward. His nose ring gleams against the hard floodlights of the clubhouse, his neck tattoos prominent and beautiful.
“Do you trust me? Really trust me?” God, that’s such a heavily loaded question. I haven’t been able to trust anyone but my family in so long. But trusting Axel is as easy as breathing; innate, biological. It just makes sense.
“Yes. I trust you, Axel.”
Then he’s lifting me, sitting my ass on the back of his bike, climbing on in front of me.
“Watch your leg against the exhaust. Hang on to me, I want you as close as physically possible.”
Then the bike is revving up under us, the vibrations spreading through my core.
I wrap my arms around Axel’s waist, laying my head down on his back as he walks us out of his spot.
He takes off the next second, dust and dirt kicking up in our wake.
He drives down the long road, the gates opening up when they see him coming.
The moment his tires hit the pavement, he takes off.
The wind howls past us, my hair falling out of my loose braid, trailing out behind us.
The roads are narrow and curve tightly, but Axel takes them like he’s done it a thousand times before, his hand reaching back and cupping around my calf.
It grounds me, makes me feel more connected to him than I already am.
He races through the dark back roads, nothing but the moon and his headlights leading our way.
It’s peaceful, freeing, but also exhilarating.
On the next straightaway, I sit up, stretching my arms out and dropping my head back, squeezing my thighs around Axel.
I close my eyes, and it feels like I’m flying.
For the first time in over a decade, I feel completely and utterly free.
I let go of everything holding me back, all the weight, all the trauma and fear, and I let the wind carry it all away.
As Axel starts to slow, I lean forward, wrapping my arms tightly around my safety net, the man who’s given me the space to just breathe, and it feels like coming home.
Axel parks the bike at the top of a lookout point, the area scarce of anyone else.
We’re surrounded by large Sitka spruce trees, the mountains off in the distance, the stars and the moon in the sky.
It’s so peaceful. Before I can rest against his back, Axel rotates, gripping my hips and lifting, guiding me to spin around so I’m straddling his lap on the front of his bike.
His hands find my face, cradling my head in his big, tattooed palms. He looks down at me, eyes glinting, and my heart trips up, those butterflies back with a vengeance.
“You have no idea what you’re doin’ to me, Sienna.”
“Likewise,” I whisper, a small self-deprecating smile on my lips.
“You’re so beautiful, so consuming, so fucking strong and brave. I’m proud of how far you’ve come, how much you’re embracing.” His words bring fresh tears to my eyes.
“All thanks to you.”
Axel growls, deep and menacing. “Not a chance. Don’t do that.
I just gave you the space and the tools; you did all the work, you continue to do the work.
” His words mean more to me than he’ll ever know.
A few months ago, I struggled just to get out of bed; that fear kept me under.
I was drowning, and everyone else was simply moving me around into different bodies of water.
But Axel gave me a life vest. And so much fucking more.
My hands wrap around his neck, pulling him down to me, our lips crashing against each other. I throw every single emotion I’m feeling into it, wanting him to know exactly what he’s doing to me, how gone I am for him, how much I want him in every way.
I’m in love with Axel James.
I claw at his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, tossing it to the ground next to us, my hands running over every firm muscle on his stomach and chest, wishing I could see every tattoo, every permanent design he chose to live with forever.
Axel’s fingers find my shorts, easily flicking the button open and dragging down my zipper.
He nudges them down just enough to get his hand in, lifting me up just enough to make more room.
His fingers slide through my lips easily, and I know he’s finding the proof of how turned on I am.
“Baby girl, your body is so fucking responsive to me. I’m obsessed with how you react to my touch.”
“Make me come, Axel, please. I love when you touch me.” He toys with me for a minute, letting his finger explore, but then he finds my clit, circling around it just the way I’ve learned makes me go crazy.
It’s so good, and the moment his mouth finds mine again, it’s even better.
Kissing Axel is an experience all in its own.
Euphoric. Everything in me softens all at once, my head emptying of all the vile thoughts that constantly plague me, the self-doubt, the feelings of worthlessness.
When Axel kisses me, I feel none of those things.
The opposite, really. He’s healing me. Reminding me that I’m someone who deserves love and affection, that I’m not ruined or damaged goods.
But there’s also a fire that’s being stoked, a roaring flame that I haven’t felt since that night everything changed.
A part of me returning from the ashes like a phoenix rising after death.
For the first time, I want to fight back.
I want to take what I want and not be ashamed of it. I want to be unapologetically me.
Axel bites my bottom lip, pulling outward until it snaps free. Then he’s kissing down my jaw, over the side of my neck that isn’t marred and scarred. I rock against his hand, chasing the orgasm I want so badly.
“Fuck, look at my needy girl. That feel good, baby? You like my fingers?”
“Axel, yes, it feels so good.”
“Mmm,” he hums, the sound so deep and sexy. I rock against him, pushing his fingers farther back, the tip of one rimming around my opening. “Can I?”
“Can you what, Axel?” The hand in my hair grips firmly, pulling just enough to arch my head backward. His head dips down, licking up the length of my neck until he reaches my lips. He bites down on the bottom one again, not hard, but enough to surprise me.
“Can I fuck you with my fingers, sweetheart?”
“Oh, god.” Axel swirls his fingers through my arousal, hovering right at my opening.
“That’s not a definitive statement. Can I fill you with my fingers, Sienna?”
“Yes, Axel, please. I want it.”
“Fuck, baby, anything for you.” Axel takes his time, slowly sliding a single finger into my channel, the heel of his palm rubbing against my clit.
It feels so good, but it makes me want so much more.
I want him. I want to feel the weight of him on top of me as he fucks me.
I haven’t wanted to have sex, but I want to with Axel.
“Fuck, baby girl. You’re so goddamn tight.” His free hand curls around the front of my neck, holding me still, his eyes boring into me. It’s so intimate, so hot, I can feel the moment my core clenches around his fingers when he adds a second.
He keeps working me over, my head sagging from the pleasure, but Axel is right there, holding me exactly where he wants me, exactly where I want to be.
“Don’t look away from me, I want to watch you unravel when you come all over my hand.
Give me that, baby girl.” His thumb swipes against my jaw, then slides down my bottom lip before pushing into my mouth.
His eyes never leave the sight as I greedily suck it between my lips, swirling my tongue around the digit.
Pleasure starts to unfurl, the ecstasy building and building until finally .
. . I snap. My entire body shakes from the force, moaning out Axel’s name as I come.
His hand continues to work me over until I’m overly sensitive and begging him to stop.
He pulls out his hand, sticking his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.
It’s erotic, and I can’t look away. Then he’s kissing me, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and tangling with my own, forcing me to taste myself on him.
I greedily suck it into my mouth, his hands digging into my waist, pulling me further into his lap so we’re practically flush.
The hard outline of his huge dick meets my core, but he doesn’t ask for anything, just bounds his strong arms around my waist, holds me close, and kisses the hell out of me.
It may be enough for Axel, but it’s not enough for me.
I want him to feel revered, desired, cared for.
All the things he makes me feel every single day.
I pull apart, scooching back and working the button of his jeans open, sliding down the zipper.
Axel helps me get him free, his huge length bobbing against his abdomen.
When I grip him, it’s heavy in my palm, my fingers unable to meet together around him.
He’s so big that it’s intimidating, but I want it anyway.
I look down at him, watching as my hand slides up and down, the way his hips piston forward slightly. My mouth waters. I want to taste him. So fucking bad. I quickly climb off his bike, dropping down onto the hard ground, not giving a shit about the dirt, just wanting to make Axel feel good.
“Baby girl . . .” he growls. He climbs off his bike, snatching his shirt up from the ground and tucking it under my knees. The gesture is so damn sweet. “You want to suck my cock? Is that what you want?”
“Put it in my mouth, Axel. I want to make you feel good.”
“Baby, I feel good just taking care of you. Don’t feel like you have to do anything—”
“I want to suck your dick, Axel. Are you going to let me?”
Axel growls. “Suck it then, baby girl. Make me come.” He steps into my space, spreading his legs and feeding his big dick into my mouth.
My lips stretch around his girthy length, swirling my tongue around the engorged head.
I lap up his precum, the salty flavor bursting on my taste buds.
When my tongue trails over the underside of his head along the thick vein there, he moans, hips stuttering.
So I do it again. His hands thread into my hair, holding me in place, his hips starting to take over the tempo.
“Relax your throat, trust me, I’ve got you. Tap my leg if it’s too much or if you want to stop.” I moan around him, taking a deep breath through my nose and relaxing every bit of my body. I give it all up to him. Willingly. Consensually. Desperately.
Axel starts to piston in and out of my mouth, going a little deeper each time.
I’m aware of his piercings, doing everything I can to let him set the pace, relaxing my jaw so I don’t accidentally snag one.
When I look up at him, he’s wearing an expression I’ve never seen before.
It’s not the reverence and awe that he usually gives me, it’s unbridled passion and desire, unhinged and unfiltered.
It gives me such a heady dose of confidence that I never want it to end.
He looks completely gone, taken to somewhere euphoric and untouchable, all because of the feeling I’m pulling from him.
Axel is right, it’s power. It feels so fucking good.
“Baby girl, your mouth is too good. So fucking good. I’m gonna come.
You want it?” I moan around him, gripping onto his thighs, giving him my answer and not pulling back, wanting to let him come inside my mouth.
“Fuck, swallow it down, Sienna,” he moans, deep and sexy, his legs trembling under my touch.
His cock jerks in my mouth, filling it with ropes of salty cum, and I swallow it down, savoring every bit as it comes. “That’s it, don’t spill a drop.”
As soon as he’s spent, he pulls from my mouth, not bothering to put himself away before he’s hauling me into his arms, his lips crashing against mine. We stand like that for minutes, maybe more, night wrapped around us, not a care in the world. I could stay like this forever and be perfect.
“Fuck, Sienna. I’m obsessed with you,” he whispers against my lips, his fist squeezing a handful of hair against my head. “You’re like a drug, and I’m an addict. I can’t get enough.”
Same, Axel. Same.