Chapter Eight
Lindor
I was going to die. Axel was going to kill me with pleasure, and I was going to die happy.
His mouth was everywhere—my breasts, my stomach, the inside of my thighs. He took his time, like he had all night, and it was driving me insane.
"Axel, please," I begged, my hands fisting in his hair.
"Please what?" He looked up at me, his eyes wicked. "Tell me what you want, Red."
"You know what I want."
"Say it."
"I want your mouth on me. I want you to make me come."
"Where do you want my mouth?" He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, so close to where I needed him but not close enough. "Here?"
"Higher."
He moved up slightly, his breath hot against my skin. "Here?"
"Axel, I swear to God—"
He laughed, the sound vibrating through me, and then finally, finally, he hooked his fingers in my panties and pulled them down.
"Fuck, you're wet," he said, his voice reverent. "Is this all for me?"
"Yes," I gasped. "All for you."
"Good girl."
And then his mouth was on me, and I forgot how to breathe.
Jonah had gone down on me before, but it had always felt mundane, like he was checking a box. This was different. Axel ate me like I was his last meal, his tongue doing things that made my toes curl and my back arch off the bed.
"Oh God," I moaned, my hands tightening in his hair. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't—"
He slid two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and I shattered.
The orgasm hit me like a freight train, pleasure rolling through me in waves. Axel worked me through it, his mouth and fingers relentless, until I was boneless and gasping.
"That's one," he said, kissing his way back up my body. "Ready for two?"
"I don't think I can—"
"You can." He kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips. "And you will."
His fingers were still inside me, moving slowly, and I felt the tension building again already.
"How are you doing this?" I asked, my voice shaky.
"Doing what?"
"Making me want you this much. I just came, and I already need more."
"Because this is what it's supposed to feel like." He added a third finger, stretching me, and I moaned. "This is what it's like when someone actually gives a shit about your pleasure."
"Fuck Jonah," I said, and Axel grinned.
"I'd rather fuck you."
He worked his fingers faster, his thumb finding my clit, and I felt myself climbing again. It was too much, too intense, and I tried to squirm away, but Axel held me in place.
"Don't run from it," he said, his voice commanding. "Take it. Come for me again, Red."
And I did, crying out his name as the second orgasm tore through me.
When I came back to myself, Axel was watching me with a look of pure satisfaction.
"You're even more beautiful when you come," he said, withdrawing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, and I felt a fresh wave of arousal. "And you taste even better than I imagined."
"You imagined this?"
"Every night for the past three years."
The confession made my heart skip. "Three years?"
"Since the first time Rennedy brought you home from college. You were wearing this yellow sundress, and you smiled at me, and I was gone."
I stared at him, this man who'd been patient and kind and waiting for me while I wasted time on someone who didn't deserve me.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"For what?"
"For making you wait. For not seeing what was right in front of me."
"Hey." He cupped my face, his thumb brushing over my cheekbone. "You're here now. That's all that matters."
"I'm here now," I agreed. "And I want you inside me. Please, Axel. I need to feel you."
He reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a condom. I watched as he rolled it on, and my mouth went dry. He was big—bigger than Jonah—and for a moment, I wondered if it would fit.
"We'll go slow," Axel said, reading my expression. "If it's too much, tell me, and we'll stop."
"I don't want to stop."
"Then tell me if it hurts, and I'll make it better."
He positioned himself at my entrance, and I felt the head of his cock pressing against me. Slowly, so slowly, he pushed inside.
The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but in the best way. I breathed through it, my hands gripping his shoulders, and Axel paused.
"Okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"More," I said. "Give me more."
He pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated inside me. We both groaned, and for a moment, we just stayed like that, adjusting to the feel of each other.
"Fuck, you're tight," Axel said, his forehead resting against mine. "So fucking perfect."
"Move," I begged. "Please, Axel, move."
He pulled out slowly, then thrust back in, and I saw stars. He set a steady rhythm, deep and hard, and I met him thrust for thrust.
"That's it, baby," he said, his voice rough. "Take my cock. Show me how much you want it."
"I want it," I gasped. "I want you. Harder, Axel, please—"
He grabbed my hips, angling them up, and the new position had him hitting a spot inside me that made me scream.
"There it is," he said, grinning. "Found it."
He pounded into me, relentless, and I felt the pressure building again. It was different this time, deeper, more intense.
"I'm going to come," I warned. "Axel, I'm—"
"Come for me," he commanded. "Come on my cock, Red. Let me feel you."
I came with a scream, my body clenching around him, and Axel cursed, his rhythm faltering.
"Fuck, I'm not going to last," he said, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You feel too good, baby. I'm going to—"
He came with a groan, burying himself deep inside me, and I felt him pulse as he emptied himself.
We stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing hard, our bodies slick with sweat.
Finally, Axel pulled out, disposing of the condom before collapsing next to me on the bed. He pulled me into his arms, and I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat slow.
"That was..." I started, then laughed. "I don't even have words."
"Yeah." He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. "That was definitely worth the wait."
"Three years, huh?"
"Three years."
I tilted my head up to look at him. "I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere."
"Good." He tightened his arms around me. "Because I'm not letting you go."
We lay there in comfortable silence, and for the first time in months, I felt at peace.
Then my phone buzzed from somewhere in the pile of discarded clothes.
"Ignore it," Axel said.
It buzzed again. And again.
"It might be Freddy," I said reluctantly. "I should check."
Axel sighed but released me. I climbed out of bed, gloriously naked, and found my phone in the pocket of my dress.
Fifteen missed calls. Twenty texts. All from Jonah.
Jonah: Please talk to me.
Jonah: I'm sorry. I'm so fucking sorry.
Jonah: You can't just leave with him. We need to talk about this.
Jonah: Lindor, please. I love you.
Jonah: Don't do this. Don't throw away what we have.
Jonah: Are you with him right now? Are you fucking him?
Jonah: Answer me!
I stared at the messages, feeling nothing but a vague sense of annoyance.
"Jonah?" Axel asked from the bed.
"Yeah." I deleted the messages without responding. "He wants to talk."
"Do you want to talk to him?"
I looked at Axel, at this man who'd just given me the best sex of my life, who'd been patient and kind and everything Jonah wasn't.
"No," I said firmly. "I don't."
I turned off my phone and climbed back into bed, curling up against Axel's side.
"Good choice," he murmured, pulling the blanket over us.
I smiled against his chest. "The best choice I've made in a long time."