Chapter 12
TWELVE
Playing: “I’m with You” by Avril Lavigne
The morning sun glares through the dark curtain, dust shimmering in the lightened space where it glows. Despite our late night, everything is clear the moment I wake up in Axl’s room, his body firm beside me. His hand is lying idle on my hip, his eyes shut as he hums a snoring lullaby.
He looks so peaceful, and I find myself staring longer than I should because it’s such a glorious sight.
I never thought I’d see it. I let myself bask in this kind of affair with nothing but joy in my heart.
But his sleeping form lulls me, keeps the panic in check as I watch and admire.
It’s a sight to behold, one that belongs to me and me alone.
Our scents have morphed together like they’re meant to be one, and it’s bizarre because the two fragrances couldn’t be more different. He’s stormy power and I’m grounded earth, but the combined aroma makes for a heady sensation that leaves me breathless in its wake.
Axl’s eyes seem to blink open while I’m ruminating, sleep still prominent in his features. “Good morning,” he whispers, and the roughness of it sends flutters to the apex between my thighs.
“Good morning,” I say back and hope he doesn’t call out how breathy it sounds.
“Do you want breakfast?”
I raise a teasing brow. “From your kitchen? Can you cook?”
“I know how to use a spatula,” he says, his smile beaming. “And a toaster.”
“Breakfast of champions.”
“Alright, alright.” He finally sits up, rubbing his eyes, before he leans over and tries to kiss me. I let out a shriek.
“What?!” he asks, his eyes popping open.
I purse my lips. “It’s just… I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
Amusement tugs the ends of his lips. “I don’t care about that. Come here.”
He pulls me forward and I melt into him, reveling in the intimacy of it.
His lips still taste like the cigarette he stepped out to smoke before we went to sleep, and his rough, callused hands fall over my bare thigh under the baggy T-shirt he let me borrow.
It’s slow, soft, and hits every pressure point in my body like a tidal wave.
I protest as he pulls away, causing a delighted chuckle to fall from his lips. “Greedy beta,” he taunts me, his voice like velvet on my skin. “Let’s eat breakfast. Then, if you’d like to jump my bones, you’re more than welcome to.”
I roll my eyes playfully. “Don’t act like you’re any less greedy.”
“Oh, I’m not,” he says, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “But I’m trying to be a gentleman. At least for the rest of our first twenty-four hours together. Now, I’m going to get us some breakfast in bed. You stay here and think about what you might want to do today.”
“We can do anything?”
“Sky’s the limit.” He finally stands up and walks out into the hallway. I let a happy sigh leave my lips as I collapse back onto the bed.
I always dreamt of more, feeling alive rather than just being alive. Now that I know, I don’t think I can ever go back.
The day flies by. Axl takes all the best action movies from Ledger’s collection, and we make a day of it, cuddling and napping and enjoying our time with no interruptions.
When Rush Hour comes to an end, and the sun starts to set, I realize how long I’ve spent basking in his warmth.
It’s the most comfortable I’ve ever felt, and that realization brings happy tears to my eyes.
Axl pulls the disk out of the TV and puts it back into the case. “Do you want to change it up? Don’t tell Ledger I told you this, but he has the entire series of Friends on DVD…” He trails off when he sees me, and then he’s back on the bed, his hands immediately cradling my face. “What’s wrong?”
I shake my head, embarrassment rising to my skin. “It’s embarrassing.”
“Nothing you can say will sway me,” he responds, and I can feel how much he means it. Still, the flush falls over me, and I let out a tiny whimper.
“I’m just so… happy,” I admit, squeezing my eyes shut with a cringe. “Gosh. It’s stupid. But I’ve never really felt this… relaxed. You make me feel grounded.”
The second the words fly out, Axl’s face softens.
His fingers caress over my skin, leaving heat in its wake.
I could let him touch me forever and it wouldn’t be enough.
After so long of wanting nothing, not being interested, it’s like a floodgate has opened.
I’d become so touch starved, and he’s the only one that can sedate me from the pain of it.
“You make me feel the exact same way,” he whispers, his radiant brown eyes peering into me. “You always have. In this world of suit collars, and traditionalism, and sneers directed my way, you’ve always made me feel secure. My Little Reckoning.”
My lips curve up gently. “Why do you call me that?”
His own cheeks flame. It’s been years since he first called me that. I’ve never been brave enough to ask before, but the curiosity burns deep in my gut.
“Because you’re a wrecking ball in this town,” he says softly. “After the fire… I realized just how much. You are this town’s reckoning. And you’re my reckoning. You’re meant to walk in and blaze the entire world away with the snap of a finger. That’s who you are. A trailblazer.”
I’ve never heard someone talk about me like this.
Like I’m a force to be reckoned with. It makes my heart flutter, and the next thing I know, my fingers are in his hair, and I’m pulling him toward me.
When our lips collide, it’s a surge of power like I’ve never felt before.
It sends a current all the way to my toes and around the soles of my feet.
Our kiss is hurried, intense, like we’re both longing to be tangled together for the first time.
I can’t picture a better moment for this to happen, or a better person to do it with.
His skin simply touching mine sets a brazen fire inside me, and I won’t extinguish until we’re wrapped together as much as we possibly can be.
Axl disposes of my clothes quickly and then his own. His body is glorious. He’s not a bodybuilder, but his abs are defined, and his skin is golden with a delicious happy trail below his belly button that makes me want to lick every inch of him.
When we’re both bare, him with a condom on and me staring up at him, my mouth dry from panting, the nerves settle in. His finger caresses my cheek, his lips landing a soft kiss there.
“I’ve been thinking about this for a long time,” he admits.
“Me too,” I say, my cheeks flushing when I remember all those times in my bedroom, thinking about him late at night when I didn’t have the right to.
My imagination is nothing compared to the reality of him.
His strong hands move over every bit of skin he can, his lips soft and sensual against mine.
He pulls feelings out of my body I didn’t even know existed, and I’m ready to explore all of it, ready for him to manipulate my body in every possible way.
“We can wait, if you want,” Axl whispers between us, but the tension in his body tells me otherwise. He is as desperate for me as I am him, and that is why the decision is already made.
“I want this,” I tell him, my hands cupping his face. “I want it with you. Only you.”
His mouth exhales on a quiet fuck before he kisses me again, indulging in the softness before there’s a roaring blaze between us.
My core pulses around nothing, but then his cock is there and he’s pushing in.
It’s so slow, so methodical, that tears spring to my eyes.
He grunts into my shoulder, holding me like I’m something precious as he tries to restrain himself, working at the pace meant for my body.
He feels so much bigger than I expected, my body stretching to accommodate him.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and my teeth grit at the pain, but then he’s all the way in.
He stops to let me adjust, and I lose my breath.
It feels foreign, but also really good, and there’s the fact my body already knows what to do as I widen my legs and hold my knees open.
His palms go to the back of my thighs, and a sigh falls out of me.
His hands on me are everything, and I suddenly can’t take another second of him not moving inside me.
“Please,” I whisper.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing my hairline.
“I’m—” I feel myself pulse around him, and we both let out a deep moan. “Please move. I need… I need something.”
“Fuck, baby.” His cock pulls out, slowly, before plunging back in.
It sends a shock through me, a powerful feeling I’ve never experienced, and then he does it again.
And again. And there’s nothing that can keep me quiet as his thrusts carry me away into absolute bliss.
My stomach flips, my clit throbs, and all I can do is hold onto him as he works my body into a frenzy.
He kisses my neck, licks the shell of my ear, and moans when I tighten around him.
My cocky beta has no arrogant words right now, all too enraptured with the way our bodies are morphing together in harmony.
I could laugh with glee, the feeling in my chest becoming full, almost to the point of bursting.
Axl kisses me, swallowing my moan as his hips quicken.
I don’t know how people last. I’m already to the point of overflowing, completely taken over by the pressure.
My lips part as I look down, watching his cock as it pistons in and out.
A cry flies out, my back arching and my toes curling at the delicious pull.
“Your pussy was made for me,” Axl moans, his voice rough. “Oh my God, I could live in it. I could do this for the rest of my life, any way you want. You feel so fucking good.”
The whimper that escapes him does me in. I wrap my legs around his lips, feeling the end coming closer. “Axl—”
“Yes,” he grunts, his hips never faltering as he catches my gaze. “Oh, my beautiful little slut. Come on my cock. Gush all over me, I fucking need it.”
“Fuck.” A few more thrusts and my orgasm flies through me. He tries to continue his pace, but my pussy tightens around him and he cusses, holding me tight as my body tenses and releases.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Good girl,” he whispers.
A loud moan escapes me, and I don’t even care because I think I lied yesterday.
This is the best feeling in the world. My body is suspended in absolute bliss, and it explodes up my spine.
It’s like every bit of negativity or nasty thing is expelled from my body, leaving behind a heightened feeling.
Like nothing can touch us here in the clouds.
Axl’s hips falter as he finally loses control. He moans into my neck, the sound so loud in my ear it makes my stomach flip. He comes long and hard, the most beautiful sounds falling from his lips. Then, he pulls out of me and sprawls out beside me, out of breath.
We lay there, panting, his hand still touching me any way it can.
“You’ve just ruined me,” he mutters.
“Me?” I say, but my tired voice lacks conviction. “I don’t think I can do that with anyone else. That was insane.”
“Like I’d let you do that with someone else,” Axl jokes, a smile playing on his lips as he turns on his side and nips my shoulder. I laugh at the tickling sensation, swatting him playfully. “Like I said, your pussy was made for me. Fuck.”
“So,” I add, catching my breath. “How long does it take you guys… to like, you know?”
His smirk turns up, amused. “To what?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t,” he says, crawling on top of me. “I think you need to tell me.”
“Oh, forget it.” I pout.
His fingers go to my core, feeling the wetness still pooled there. “It may take some time, but there’s something I can do for you in the meantime.”
As he descends down my body and his fingers enter me, I let out a surprised but happy squeal.
What a time to be alive.