27. Axel
Axel
T his trainwreck of a woman has me under a goddamn spell. I’ve never made love to a woman in my life, but what we just did… that has to be the closest I’ve ever come.
I’ve known she was mine for a long time, but this confirmed it.
Her body was made for mine.
If she thinks she ever had a chance of getting rid of me before, that option is now long gone.
I’m never letting her go.
I pull myself out of her still soaked cunt, mesmerized at the sight of my cum spilling out of her.
Jesus, that shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does, but I’m not about to let it go to waste.
Taking two fingers, I scoop and push it back in, groaning as it attempts to spill back out around my fingers.
Fuck, could she already be pregnant? Or, will this be the time that my seed gets the job done and seals her fate to mine forever?
“See something you like down there?” Her voice is hushed, breaking me from my trance. When I look up and meet her sleepy gaze, she’s leaning up on her elbows and watching my fingers lazily pump into her. “You’re awfully focused on what your fingers are doing.”
“I’m not a wasteful man, Wrinley,” I toss back at her, my tone equally as lazy as my fingers.
“Just making sure everything ends up where it belongs.” Between the moan that just left her lips and the way her pussy tightened around my fingers, it’s clear she doesn’t hate my words or their implication. This may be easier than I thought.
I extricate myself from her firm grip and hold my fingers–drenched in both of us–in front of her face just to be surprised when she maneuvers them into her mouth and sucks them clean.
Shit .
“If you don’t stop that, we’ll be going another round before you’ve recovered,” I assure her.
Groaning, she pops her mouth off of my digits. “I can’t help it. We taste good together.”
I can’t tell if she thinks I’m playing or not, but my already hardening cock is about to show her exactly how much I don’t fuck around.
“Stop. You need to rest.” I remove myself from between her thighs and roll onto my back next to the left of her. “I don’t want to break you.”
“Awe, Axel. You care about me, don’t you?”
You have no fucking clue.
“You’ve already taken a lot. This is only the second time we’ve fucked. You need to work up to multiple rounds, because I guarantee, while your mind might be on board, your body won’t be. It’s time to rest.”
Keeping my eyes locked on the ceiling, I move my arms up to lock my hands under my head. I feel the mattress shift and assume she’s about to get up, but I’m caught off guard when I feel her cheek land softly on my chest.
My breath stills.
I’m not good at this part–the after part–but Hayes said it’s important, so I’ll try.
Her palm finds the space next to her face and her fingers begin to loosely play with the hair underneath them.
How can something be so uncomfortable yet the most comfortable at the same goddamn time?
Her naked body, curves and all, are glued to my side and I can’t think of a time in my entire life where I just laid next to someone, skin to skin.
Hell, I don’t think that’s even happened with clothes on.
My own mother has always been too self-absorbed to offer any physical affection, so I was never going to get it from her.
My muscles twitch underneath her. Like me, they’re in uncharted territory.
“Is this okay?” she asks, lifting her head to look at me.
“Yeah, it’s okay.” She heaves a heavy sigh and lays her head back down to resume playing with my chest hair.
We’re still on neutral ground.
She needed something from me and I obliged her, but I have to keep my head on straight, because things will go back to normal after this. At least for her they do. I’ll go back to watching over her and she’ll go back to hating me for it.
She can hate me all she wants, though, because I meant what I said.
She’s mine and I’m never letting her go, whether she’s on board or not.
Hayes’ words pop back into my head, reminding me that I need to make sure I put her back together afterward. Hesitantly, I move my arm from behind my head to place it across her back. Her entire body tenses just a little at the contact, but within seconds she’s back to what she was doing.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“I think so.”
Confusion mars my face. “What does that mean?”
She shifts so her head can turn but she doesn’t need to lift it. “I think it means I’m still processing. I liked everything you did to me.”
“Oh, I know you did, little trainwreck. I’m pretty sure the evidence is dried on my cock.”
Her hand comes down on my chest in a playful slap. “You really are a cocky asshole, aren’t you? I was going to say… I always figured I’d like things like that, but I guess you never really know until you try it. You didn’t go easy on me. Was that hard for you?”
“No.”
“Okayyyyy,” she drawls. “You didn’t worry about hurting me?”
“Wasn’t that the point?”
“Yeah, it was. But why was it so easy for you?”
“Baby, my baseline is hard and angry and painful. That is easy. Besides, if you’d asked me to stop… I would have.”
She lifts her head. “You would have?”
“I’m a lot of things, but one thing I’m not… is a rapist. I do get off on forcing you to do things, but there’s a line. I may dance right up to it–”
“Thank you,” she interrupts, her voice soft and small. “Thank you for doing that. I needed something specific and you gave me everything I asked for.”
I nod, replaying in my head how rough I was with her. Hayes’ advice pops into my head… yet again. “We should probably have a safeword for future instances of… this.”
“Mississippi!” she shouts.
“Why the fuck is that your choice?” I shouldn’t be surprised. There’s nothing normal or boring about her. Why would I ever expect her to pick a normal fucking safeword?
“Come on. Isn’t it obvious? It’s not a word we’d say every day and it’s fun to spell. Rolls right off the tongue.”
I shake my head and let out a chuckle. “Mississippi it is, then.”
Less than a minute later, she’s yawning and goosebumps begin to pop up under my hand as I rub it up and down the soft skin of her back causing me to sit up and pull the blanket up over us both.
“Tell me about your tattoo.”
Wrinley
My body stills underneath him before I twist my forearm and reveal the incomplete circle on the inside of my wrist. “There’s not much to tell. I got it after mom left and took part of me with her. Dad would have never allowed it, so I had it done as soon as I turned eighteen.”
He moves his other hand down to rub along the inked partial circle with his thumb. “That’s–”
“I know,” I interrupt. “It’s depressing and pathetic. I just–”
“I know you miss her. It’s okay to miss her. Is missing her why you don’t dance anymore and why you don’t have any pictures of her in your apartment?”
What the fuck?
I can feel my nerves start to prickle with each question.
It’s not that he’s asking questions… it’s who he’s asking about.
The memories I have of the accident still haunt me, but I’ve worked hard to remove triggers from my life just to prevent my heart from being crushed into a million little pieces.
“I couldn’t dance for a little bit after the accident because of my leg and it just didn’t make sense to go back, I guess.
And I tried to put pictures up–but it hurt too much to look at them.
” Jesus, he must think I’m pathetic. My pulse picks up speed and I can already feel tears getting closer and closer to escaping.
I can’t do this. “Look… I asked you here so I could get out of my feels. Can we talk about something else?”
He maneuvers my head so I can face him. Looking at him isn’t going to help. It’s only going to make them come faster. I pull my face from his hand and bury myself in his chest.
“If you’re going to ruin it now, you can leave and I’ll find someone that’s up to the task.” I don’t want him to leave, but avoiding this heavy weight in my chest takes priority.
Before I can process what’s happening, he spins us until he’s got me on my stomach and his body is draped over the back of mine, the heavy weight of him distracting me like a human weighted blanket, and his thick cock hard and poking at my ass.
He leans over my shoulder and grabs my ear with his teeth and growls, “Don’t mistake my kindness for softness, baby.
I meant it when I said there is no one else for you now.
I suggest you stop threatening me with other men.
Next time it happens, you won’t like the result. ”
“You sure do make a lot of threats, big boy. I’ve yet to see any real follow through.”
Am I taunting him? Yes.
Do I care? Not really.
There’s some part of me that likes the danger of it and I think his crazy might speak to mine.
He sucks in a lungful of air at my bratty response, then lifts off me. My body instantly misses the weight of his and I crane my neck to check him out. His hair is messy, his pupils blown and chest heaving. Fuck, he’s gorgeous like this.
His hands are on my hips pulling them off the mattress before I can protest. I’m not big, but I’m not small, either and this man moves me like I weigh nothing. It shouldn’t be as sexy as it is.
“You might wanna stuff that bratty mouth with your pillow now. I know you’re sore, but that mouth has earned you a punishment. Hard and fast is all you get.”
“Fuck. You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
His response comes in the form of shoving my face into the pillow and thrusting into my aching pussy in one hard, quick motion. “And don’t even think about coming. Orgasms are for good girls.” Then he slaps my ass so hard it echoes through the room.
A moan escapes me.
I hope he’s not serious about not coming, because I’m dangerously close from the first thrust alone. He was right–my pussy is painfully sore–but the way he fills and stretches me, makes up the difference.
I suck in a breath as he starts to pump hard and fast–just like he said–his hips slapping against my ass with every thrust. The bed is creaking with every movement back and forth and just as my orgasm starts to take shape in my core, he stills and grunts, filling me with his warm release.
Damn, I really wanted that one.
He slaps my ass again for good measure.
“I could feel you starting to come. Sorry about th–”
His asshole comment is cut short when the bed frame makes a loud, unfamiliar sound and before we can register what’s about to happen, the entire thing collapses underneath us.
We somehow land with his cock still lodged inside of me and I have to wonder if my vagina just swelled shut from all the unusual activity she’s seen lately. “I’ve heard of people getting fucked into a mattress, but you literally fucked me through mine.”
I glance over my shoulder at him, smirking at the ridiculousness of what just happened. His hair falls over his eyes and I watch his lips form into a smile just before I break out into a fit of laughter. “Go ahead. You know you want to laugh. It’s pretty fucking funny.”
Even though I can’t hear it, I catch his shoulders rise and fall as dimples form in his cheeks.
I thought he was hot before. It’s nothing compared to the sight of him like this–happy.
I think I’ll log that in the win column under my name.
It’s a short lived victory, though, because before he’s even pulled himself out of me, there’s a knock at the door.