Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
PIGGY
When I feel her fingers against my skin, my eyelids flutter open. Turning my head, I look over to see her lying beside me. I open my mouth to ask her what she’s doing here, but I don’t get the chance. She lifts her finger to my lips to quiet my questions.
Nipping the pad, I wrap my hand around her wrist, pulling her closer to me. She shifts, her face so close to mine that I can practically taste her. I lift my head slightly to touch my mouth to hers.
She whimpers against my lips, parting just enough to let me inside, so I slip my tongue inside her mouth and tangle it with hers.
Tasting her.
Rolling her onto her back, I break the kiss before I shift my mouth down her throat, licking and sucking until I reach the hollow. I curl my fingers around her breast and grunt when I realize she’s naked.
That is all I need. If there was any thread of my control left, it’s now been busted, snapped completely. While plucking her nipple with my fingers, I focus my mouth on her other tit. The moment my lips touch her warm skin, she moans and arches her back for me.
Sucking on her tit, I sink my teeth into her flesh, loving the little noises she makes with each passing second. But as fun as feasting on her great fucking tits is, I need to taste her cunt. So I release her tits with both my mouth and my hand and shift down her body.
“Axton,” she whimpers.
Throwing her legs over my shoulders, I bury my face in her pussy. Then I flatten my tongue to taste her entire cunt, swirling her clit before I suck on it, flicking it a few times. I feel her hands in my hair, her fingers gripping the strands as she pulls me closer to her.
Releasing her leg with one of my hands, I slip my fingers between her legs and slide two inside her. I curl my fingers inside her sweet cunt to make a come-hither motion, my mouth focusing on her clit, well, my tongue.
I flick her sensitive nub, focusing my attention there while my fingers continue to work her. She thrashes her head from side to side, her fingers gripping the sheets at her hips. As if she’s holding on for dear life, like maybe she might fucking levitate or some shit.
It’s fucking amazing.
She’s fucking amazing.
Her hips begin to move, her noises growing louder with each lift. She pulls my face closer, and I know she’s close. I can feel her pussy flutter around my fingers. Then it happens. She comes, and she doesn’t hold back.
Not even an ounce.
I slip my fingers from inside her and flick her clit with my tongue one more time, eliciting a whimper from her throat before I slowly move up her body. I glide up her bare skin and feel every fucking curve of her flesh as I do, loving every second of it.
When I position the head of my cock against her center, I almost groan at the feel of her warm heat. She’s primed and ready for me, practically begging, and I try really hard to go slow, but I fail.
Epically.
Instead of just sliding inside her, I slam into her all the way to the hilt, and my own moan escapes my lips once I’m fully seated.
Dipping my chin slightly, I gaze into her eyes.
This woman owns me, owns every goddamn piece of me, and I think she always has.
I just wasn’t mature enough to admit it to myself, to accept it.
Millie hitches her legs slightly, wrapping them around my back. I feel her heels on my ass, and I make a mental note to make her wear those come-fuck-me heels she dances in next time I fuck her. I’d love to feel those dig into my ass.
Rolling my hips, I try as hard as I can to regain control. I’m not sure it works, but I think I’m past that point now. Grinding my pelvis against her already sensitive clit, I smirk at the way she twitches and whimpers with each move.
I want to keep her sensitive, sore, and mine for fucking ever. If she’s gotta dance for the next two years, I want her pussy to ache with each move she makes, reminding her who the fuck she belongs to.
“Fuck, you feel so goddamn good,” I murmur, lowering my head, my lips touching her jaw, then shifting to her ear. “My sweet little Millie, taking my cock like only you can.”
Lifting my head, I look into her eyes again as I continue to fuck her, my thrusts becoming harder and harder. She doesn’t look away from me, her eyes glued to mine as I continue. Then I feel her nails dig into the flesh of my shoulders.
“You’re going to make me come again,” she groans.
My lips twitch. “Good,” I say.
Digging my knees into the mattress, I shift my hands to grip the flesh of her ass, holding her body still. Thrusting forward, I continue to fuck her, then I release her ass with one of my hands and press my thumb against her clit.
She whimpers.
“Now I want you to be a good girl and come again. I want to watch you fall apart beneath me. I want your sweet cunt to strangle my cock. I want you to scream my name. You’re mine, and I want the whole fucking club to know it.”
“Axton,” she moans.
“Not quite loud enough,” I say with a grunt.
My thumb draws firm circles against her clit while my hips continue to thrust. I don’t hold back, giving her everything I have, every ounce of strength as I thrust inside her. I can feel her cunt, so warm and wet, so goddamn ready for me.
Sweat trickles down my chest, my lower back tingles, and my balls draw up in a warning that I’m close. I’m not going to come before her. I need her cunt to squeeze me, to strangle my cock.
My thumb moves harder and faster against her clit as I continue to slam my hips against her with each thrust, the sound of slapping skin filling the air around us.
Then it happens.
It takes her by surprise. I can tell by the way her lips part and her eyes widen. She comes. It’s almost violent, her cunt clamping down so goddamn tightly that my orgasm doesn’t just rush through me, it’s pulled from my body.
By her.
Fuck.
So goddamn good.
MILLIE
Axton holds me, his fingertips slowly sliding up and down the center of my back.
His body is muscular but not hard. He’s firm and warm.
It’s my favorite thing about him—his warmth.
Shifting closer to him, I let out a sigh as I lay my head on his chest and close my eyes.
Feeling his hands on my body makes me feel so at ease that my eyelids grow heavy.
“Gotta talk to you about something, and I really don’t want to, but it needs to get done.”
“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling alert.
I lift my head and look into his eyes. I can tell this isn’t something sexy or flirty. This is serious, and I can also tell that he really doesn’t want to talk to me about it, but he feels like he has to.
I wish I could just kiss him and tell him not to say anything. That it doesn’t matter. But judging by the expression on his face, it clearly does matter. So instead of telling him that I don’t want to hear it, that I don’t care, I look into his eyes, and I wait.
“It wasn’t my deal, and trust me when I tell you I was and am pissed the fuck off about this, I am pissed way the fuck off,” he grinds out through gritted teeth.
“Axton, just tell me,” I softly demand.
He grunts but doesn’t say anything else. He continues to look at me, his eyes searching mine as if he’s trying to see something behind them or say something without having to actually speak the words.
“Axton,” I whisper.
He clears his throat, then lifts his hand, cupping my cheek before I feel his thumb slide across my bottom lip. He tugs gently on my lip with the pad of his thumb, his gaze flicking to my mouth before he meets my own again.
“In order to assure that none of us were caught at that house on any home cameras or anything, a call had to be made, and a favor or payment had to be paid.”
“What is it?” I demand a little more forcefully.
My heart starts slamming against my ribs, and I’m afraid it’s going to actually beat out of my chest and land on his. Sitting up more, I don’t even bother covering up my bare breasts. I can’t think of anything other than what he’s about to say.
“The payment is a contract for both you and Heidi for two years.”
“A contract?”
I try not to envision anything, but all I can think of is being some weirdo’s sex slave for two years, and that gives me not only the ick but the creeps as well. I hate that my mind goes there, but I’m not sure what the hell else he could be talking about.
“To headline at the Gilded Room. They want you both to stay on for two years. They liked the influx of customers.”
Lifting my hand to my mouth, I try to hold back the laughter that threatens to escape my lips, but I can’t. I giggle. My body shakes slightly as I do, and I can feel my boobs jiggling, but I can’t stop.
“What’s so goddamn funny?” Axton demands, but I can tell he’s not angry with my laughter. Instead, he seems intrigued.
“I thought you were going to have to pimp me out or something.”
His brows snap together, and his lips press together in a thin line. “If any man suggested that, said man would no longer be breathing.”
My laughter stops. I cup his jaw, my thumb pressing against the center of his bottom lip before pulling it away. Leaning forward, I touch my lips to that spot, then rest my forehead against his.
“Two years of doing a job I’ve been doing for ten won’t be bad.”
“Then you quit and come home to me.”
I start to protest because what does that even mean? But I don’t get the chance, because my heart picks up and my breath hitches. I want that… whatever it means. Home. Home to him, to this man who I’ve dreamed about for over a decade.
“Then I quit and come home to you,” I exhale against his mouth.