Chapter 12
CHAPTER TWELVE
MILLIE
There, standing in front of me, is the man I can’t stop thinking about. The man who invades my every waking thought, who also walks around in my dreams, and here he is, standing right in front of me.
Almost as if I manifested him myself.
“Axton,” I breathe.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything else before he moves past me and into my apartment.
Closing the door behind him, I lock it before I slowly turn around to face him.
He is standing in the middle of my living room.
My breath hitches at the sight of him there.
How the hell does he make this expanse of space seem small?
“What are you doing here?” I manage to blurt out.
Axton is facing my small dining room before he shifts his attention over to me. He doesn’t open his mouth to speak, and I wonder if he’s even going to tell me. When he begins to move toward me, closing the distance between us, I realize he’s not.
His head dips, his lips touch mine, and I gasp as his tongue invades me. It swirls around, tangling with my own. I welcome it, every second of it. Whimpering, I reach up to grip his shoulders, my nails digging into the leather of his cut.
Axton’s hands grip the backs of my thighs, and then my body is up, my feet are off the floor, and he moves. I’m not sure how he knows where my bedroom is, but his feet carry us there one step at a time.
Once we’re in my space, he sets me down on the soft carpeted floor, breaking the kiss before he rests his forehead against mine.
I hold my breath for a moment, waiting for him to speak, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he begins to tug on the hem of my tank top, pulling it over my head before he tosses it somewhere on the floor.
His head dips, and mine falls back between my shoulders the moment I feel his lips wrap around my nipple and suck.
Oh. My. God.
He sucks me in deep, my fingers still gripping his shoulders, maybe digging my nails deeper into the leather of his cut. I hope I don’t ruin it, but right now, it might be totally valid. When his teeth sink down into my breast, a whimper escapes my throat.
His fingers slip beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts before I feel them glide along my stomach. My muscles clench, and heat pools in my belly. Clenching my thighs together, I silently beg for his touch.
Axton releases my breast and lifts his head. I straighten my neck, silently mourning the loss of his mouth on my breast, loving the bite of pain he delivered. The moment I lift my gaze to his, he smirks down at me.
“What do you want, Mill?” he asks.
There is a bit of humor in his tone as his gaze searches mine, his lips curved up while he waits for me to respond. I’m not sure what to say. I mean, I want him to make me come. I want to feel his fingers inside me and his tongue on my clit.
I want everything.
He doesn’t continue. His fingers are still just dipped below my waistband, and I inwardly beg him to take my shorts off, but he doesn’t make a single move. He’s frozen, and so am I. We’re just staring at one another.
“I want you, Axton,” I finally whisper.
He shakes his head once, his eyes staying focused on mine as he does. Then his lips curve up into an even bigger smile. He leans forward until his lips brush against mine. He doesn’t deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t shift back, either. Instead, he stays with his mouth on mine as he speaks.
“What do you want me to do, Millie?”
Everything.
Except I don’t say that. Instead, I let out an exhale, and it comes out trembling. He chuckles against my mouth right before he lifts his head and takes a step backward, forcing my hands to leave his shoulders.
I watch as he undresses in silence. His cut comes off first before he folds it in half and drapes it along my dresser. Next, he kicks off his boots, then he lifts his arm and reaches behind him before he tugs his shirt off.
He’s naked from the waist up. His muscles are on display, and so are his tattoos. The black markings are all over his chest. He hasn’t added anything over the years, which surprises me.
He’s bigger than he was a decade ago. His muscles are thick and stacked on one another. The years have been good to him. So damn good. I can’t help but slide my tongue along my bottom lip as I take him in.
Not only wow, but damn.
I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as my eyes flick down to his hands at his belt. I watch as he unbuckles, then unbuttons, and finally unzips his pants. His jeans fall to the floor, and he stands in front of me wearing nothing but his boxer briefs.
Again.
Wow and damn.
“You haven’t answered me,” he murmurs.
“About?” I exhale.
My eyes are fixated on his abs, and if I’m being honest, more on the bulge in his boxer briefs. I know what’s beneath those boxer briefs, and I want it… now. Right now. But I’m not sure how I’m going to say that. How I’m going to demand it.
Axton curls his fingers around the side of my neck before he shifts his face forward. I feel his mouth against mine again before his tongue slides across my bottom lip, and he sucks the flesh between his teeth.
My knees almost give out on me. I’m not sure how long I’m going to be able to stand here before they completely refuse to hold me up any longer. I’m ready to sink down to the floor. Crawl. Whatever he wants. I would do just about anything for this man’s touch.
PIGGY
My lips travel from hers to her jawline and down the side of her throat before I suck the skin there, my tongue tasting her flesh as my hands slide around her waist, pushing her shorts down over her ass and past her thighs.
The fabric bunches around her ankles. It’s the green light for more. It snaps the little control I’ve been holding on to. Gripping her ass cheeks, my fingertips grip her flesh before I pick her up and guide us over to the bed, shoving my underwear down as I do.
Slowly, I drop her to the bed, watching her bounce once, then, before she can again, I crawl between her legs, fitting my hips there. As much as I want to shove my dick inside her and fuck her into the mattress, I decide that before I do anything else, I need to taste her.
My lips move down the center of her body, my tongue swirling her belly button, then I press my lips against her clit before I slip my tongue inside her pussy, tasting her there. Fucking her with my tongue.
Gripping the insides of her thighs, I hold her legs open as I begin to consume her. I’m completely drunk on her taste. I can’t believe I’ve been without this for a decade. I should have hunted her down just for this alone.
Shifting my tongue to her clit, I focus my attention there while I slip two fingers inside her. Curling them, I begin to make a come-hither motion, moving slowly at first and then faster and faster with each stroke, matching my tongue on her clit to my fingers inside her sweet cunt.
I need her to come, not because I want to taste her, but because I need to taste her release. It’s going to be so goddamn sweet when it happens, too. It doesn’t take long. I eat her, focusing my tongue on her clit, my fingers buried deep inside her, bringing her closer and closer to a release.
Her fingers slide through the strands of my hair, gripping them tightly before she pulls my mouth closer to her pussy, and I know she’s close. She’s so goddamn close I can taste it. She’s right there, and then it happens.
Slipping my fingers from inside her, I shift my tongue to her center and lick every fucking drop of her orgasm, of her taste. Lifting my head, I shift up her body as she continues to attempt to catch her breath. I don’t give her the chance.
She wraps her legs around my waist the moment I’m close. Shifting my hips back slightly, I nudge her center with the head of my cock and drive myself deep inside her. She welcomes me. Her tight, warm heat is all I could ever need.
But I don’t want to fuck her this way tonight. I want her to ride me. I want her to work me and herself into an orgasm. A second one for her, a first for myself for the night. I roll onto my back, and she straddles me without breaking contact.
Fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Her tits sway as she begins to ride me. I feel her fingers grab hold of my thighs as she reaches behind her.
I glide one of my hands up her belly, between her tits, and I curl my fingers around the front of her throat.
With my other hand, I grip her waist, my fingers holding her there as she rides me.
And she does ride me.
For the first time in my entire life, I let a woman take complete control. I don’t take over, either, even though every fiber of my being would usually demand that I do. In this instance, I don’t. It’s too beautiful.
She’s on top of me, using my body to pleasure hers. She’s open and vulnerable. She’s all-consuming. Millie grinds her clit against my pelvis, moving harder and faster with each roll of her hips.
I’m on the edge, biting the inside of my cheek with each grind of her clit, and then, finally, she comes.
She slams down against me, a moan escaping her lips, and stills.
Flexing my fingers around her throat and her waist, I hold her still before I lift my hips and fuck her, thrusting once, twice, three times before I come.
I close my eyes, and my fingers flex again, harder this time, as I let out a groan.
Fuck.
When she leans forward, my hand is forced to leave her throat before she buries her face in my neck, her lips pressing against my skin. She lifts her head after a moment, and her eyes find mine, searching while I slide my fingertips up and down her spine, feeling the softness of her skin.
Absolutely stunning, this woman.
The best I’ve ever had, and I stupidly let her walk away from me all those years ago.
What a fucking fool I was. An idiot, to say the absolute goddamn least. I wish I could go back in time and slap the absolute shit out of myself for even letting her walk away, let alone get away.
And then slap myself again for allowing her to stay away.
I shouldn’t have.
Just another thing I fucking hate myself for.