16. Axel #3
Withdrawing to slam back into her serves as an exquisite form of torture in this position. There’s nowhere for her to hide. I’m buried deep and unable to control the feverish urge to take exactly what I want.
She takes the brunt of my wild strokes like a pro, feet spread and hips rocking to absorb the hits. Pacing myself doesn’t factor into the equation, even as my healing wound twinges. I’m insatiable.
The shelf shakes with the force of our bodies slapping together. Not even the crash of another box falling can slow us down. Winding a handful of Ember’s red braid around my fist, I pull it tight, yanking her head up.
“Oh, fuck.” Her lips part as she searches for oxygen.
“Take it, babe. I know you can handle me.”
Using her hair as a handy leash, she’s putty in my hands. I piston into her at a sprinting pace, needing to expel the heat erupting through my pores. Her gorgeous body is the perfect receptacle for emotions too complicated to ignore.
If anyone walked in right now, I doubt I’d be able to stop. Or if I’d even care. Frankly, the entire storeroom could burst into flames, and I’d still be fixated on how her walls hug my cock so well.
It’s obvious when an orgasm grips her, creating a spine-tingling jolt that filters through to where we’re connected. My hold on her refuses to relent. I’m gonna keep her pinned like this while I wring the pleasure from her veins and steal it for myself.
“Axel!” Ember’s nails dig into my shoulders, the pain only serving to spur me on.
“That’s right, say my fucking name.”
“I can’t hold it…”
“Come for me. Let it all out.”
I feel her whimpers all the way to my aching balls. She’s so tense around me, it’s a wonder I haven’t already blown my load. I’m holding myself back by a shoestring, but I won’t last long at this rate.
Ember sags when I release her hair, allowing me to grab her waist. She squeaks when I turn her around to press her up against the nearby wall, leaving the shelf to recover from its ordeal.
After fully kicking off her leggings, she bands her legs around my midsection so we’re brought flush together. Nudging back inside her core reignites my need to race for the finish line and relieve us both.
“What if we’re overheard?” Darting around in concern, her eyes are pewter and ice.
“I couldn’t care less. Let them listen.”
“We’re at work, Ax!”
“You didn’t mind while finishing all over my dick a minute ago.”
Her glare narrows on me, so stunningly vicious. I love it when she gets mad. Her feet lock behind my back, pressing into my spine to urge me closer. I feed my length into her cunt, hissing at the deeper position.
We writhe in a tangle on the wall’s surface, mouths gravitating together and limbs intertwined. I’ll never get enough of her. I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to live up to the image she has of me. Even then, it won’t balance the scales.
“I’m close.” Air rasps in and out of my throat.
“Together?”
Teeth clenched, I power into her in a reckless manner. “Give me one more.”
Plaster creaks and protests from the weight of my thrusting. I want her limping when we walk out of here. From the pain in my midsection, I will be too. It still won’t stop me from drinking my fill of her.
Pressure builds under my shaft then carries me towards an inevitable climax. There’s no fighting it off. My entire body locks tight, prepared for some onslaught only my nervous system can see on the horizon.
Arms coiling around my neck for her nails to scrape over my scalp, the ticking time bomb lit within me reaches its pressure point. A scalding river of desire pours out of me to gush her sweet slit.
“Ember!”
“Oh, yes! Axel!”
“Give me everything, babe.”
Muscles tremble and lock around my cock, milking every last drop I have to offer. She’s falling apart just as spectacularly. The abyss greedily swallows us both without spitting up any remains.
Somehow, my face ends up hidden in the crook of her neck. Nothing but our pinned hips hold us both in position. The idea of collapsing on the dirty floor has never sounded so appealing.
“Don’t drop me,” Ember wheezes through short breaths.
“Think the wall is the only thing holding us up.”
“We probably could’ve picked a better place for it, huh?”
“Probably,” I huff out.
After catching our breath, I’m in better shape to slowly ease her down. Ember lands back on her feet with a wince, letting me step back to right my clothing. Jesus. Didn’t even fully undress before we tore into each other.
“Feel better?” She tugs her panties back up.
“Em…”
“I’m not asking for miracles, I know you’re overwhelmed. But when it gets to be too much, I’ll always be here to help you through it. Whether that’s through fighting, fucking or whatever else you need.”
“Fighting or fucking?” I bark out a laugh.
“Seems appropriate.” She grins back.
Belt buckle resealed, we gravitate together. She fits snugly into my chest for a close hold.
“I love you, dimples. You complete me.”
Her heart beats patterns in my chest, fluttering like a butterfly.
“I love you, Ax.”
“Even on a bad day?” I joke, but with a little insecurity.
“Especially on your bad days.”