Page 16 of Stalked By Axel

Does he want me…forever?

But as he steps toward me with a predatory gait and a glint in his eye, all my burning questions go up in smoke.

Chapter Eight

Brooke

Axel has always had the ability to leave me breathless and tongue-tied. From the time I began to understand what attraction is, I’d become increasingly obsessed with Axel. I’d been far too young for him to see me as anything other than his friend’s daughter. Over time, I’d gotten used to Axel looking past me, but that didn’t diminish my attraction in the least. Now, unlike back then, I can finally do more than ogle him helplessly. My heart would break every time my friends at school would talk about their first kiss, and all I wanted was to experience my firsts with a man forbidden to me.

He’s not forbidden now.

No, this time, I can do more than just look. I can actually touch him, knowing he’ll welcome it. I’ll worry about his feelings for me later. Whatever it is Axel feels or doesn’t feel for me can be addressed when my body isn’t trembling with the need to touch him in all the ways I couldn’t before.

To feel him inside of me.

“I want you,” I say, but I take a step back when he moves forward. Something in the way he moves toward me has me stepping back, despite my desire for him. He continues his slow pursuit until my back hits a wall, and I’m trapped in place.

“I want you too, baby. But first, we need to talk about the little stunt you pulled up there that led to me spilling my beer,” he growls, caging me in with his hands against the wall. He watches me with those dark, heated eyes, and I can read the need and desperation in them. I imagine it’s a reflection of my eyes.

“It was an accident. I only wanted to get a reaction out of you; I didn’t mean to the spill the beer.”

“I know. But still, naughty girls who act irresponsibly have to be punished, to be reminded why they should behave,” he says, and my mind flashes back to Axel bringing me home from the club and… how he punished me by spanking me in my entry way. Heat pools between my legs at the memory, and all I can do is look at Axel and nod eagerly.

With my eyes locked on his, I reach down and grab the hem of my sweater and pull it over my shoulders, let it drop to the floor. I reach for my jeans next, and he hisses out a sharp breath when I step out of those too, leaving me in nothing but a bra and panties, both of which do little to hide my arousal. Next, I unsnap my bra and tug it from my shoulders, and he makes a choked sound as I peel it off my body before dropping it along with the rest of my clothes. My panties are next, and maybe I wouldn’t feel so bold stripping in front of Axel if my arousal wasn’t at a fever pitch.

I’ve wanted this for so long. It’s useless to act all shy now when after what we’ve already shared. I try not to preen when Axel runs his hungry gaze over my naked body, swallowing visibly as he takes me in.

Without a word, he takes my hand and leads me to the couch. He sits down then pulls me close to stand between his thighs, and I brace my hands on his shoulders.

“Do you remember what happened when we got home from the club?” he asks, and I nod my head. He places his hands on my hips and meets my eyes. “Well, baby, you got spanked for being reckless that night. You were reckless again tonight.”

My body trembles, and I feel like I’m about to shake apart. “P-please,” I beg, not entirely certain what I’m begging for.

“If it’s too much, we can stop at any time. Red means everything stops, yellow means we take a break, and green means go. Got it?” I nod again, but he shakes his head at me. “No, baby, I need to hear you. What color?”

“G-green,” I say, my voice thick and shaky with a mix of excitement and nerves. Axel hums in approval, then, using his grip on my hips, he guides me to drape myself over his lap, my body stretched out on the couch. Axel caresses from my shoulders down my back, stopping just before the curve of my ass. I want to cry when his touch leaves my skin, but relax again when it reappears on the backs of my knees, tracing a path up my thighs.

“So naughty, touching me under the table surrounded by our friends. What would you have done if someone had caught on to what you were doing?” he asks as his fingers reach my core and trace along my folds. All I can manage in reply is a desperate whimper.

Axel’s hand disappears from skin again, and I cry out in protest, but the sound is cut off by the loud crack of skin on skin followed swiftly by heat blooming over my butt cheek. I don’t even have time to process it before there’s a second sharp spank to the other cheek.

He doesn’t say anything as he lands on smack after another to my backside, but I can feel the effect it’s having on him as he grows hard beneath me. It doesn’t take long before mycries turn to moans. He isn’t using enough force to hurt, only to sting, and I’m shocked by how desperate I am for the contact. I’m floating and more aroused than I’ve ever been, helpless to do anything but writhe on his lap and roll my hips to meet each smack of his open palm on my skin.

I don’t know how many spanks Axel gives me before he switches from stinging swats to kneads his hand over my abused skin. It’s so sensitive, his touch is hot and intense, but still soothing, and I moan as massages the mounds of my ass.

“Jesus Christ, sweetheart. You’re a fucking dream. Goddamn perfect from head to toe,” he says as he helps me sit up and straddle his thighs. I can feel my arousal drip down the insides of my thighs, and I have to fight the urge to rock my hips against the bulge in his pants. Axel raises a hand to cup the nape of my neck, but before he can pull my lips to his, I shake my head, stopping him in his tracks.

“I want to touch you the way I’ve always dreamed,” I tell him, fighting the blush that climbs up my body with little success. It doesn’t help that he’s staring at me the way he is. “Will you let me? Can I touch you?”

It’s a long shot, asking a man like him to cede control, but he nods once, his Adam’s apple bobbing fast as I wrap my arms around him. I can tell he’s fighting the urge to grab me and pull me into him. Instead, he keeps his hands fisted to his sides. “Fuck, baby. How do you expect me to keep my hands off you?”

“Can you try?” I ask, sliding my hand over his firm chest before leaning to kiss his left pec. He hisses out a curse at the move, groaning when I drop gentle kisses over his chest up to his neck, loving the feel of him under my fingertips. His skin is hot under my hand, muscles flexing with every caress of my fingers, and God, “I’ve wanted to do this since…forever,” I whisper,kissing his neck as I drag my nails down his firm stomach. He hisses again, his breathing growing labored as my curious fingers explore in ways I couldn’t before. In ways I’ve only ever allowed myself to imagine.

“Let me touch you,” he growls, heaving when my hands stop an inch from the massive bulge tenting his jeans. “Fuck, baby, let me touch you.” His brown eyes are unfocused when I look up. I read the need in them, but he can be patient. I’ve wanted—ached for him for years; he can wait for a few minutes. “Baby—”

“No,” I say, pushing up and locking my lips with his. I sling an arm over his shoulder as we kiss, drawing back when he pushes for control. “Let me.” My lips find his again, pressing my tits against his sturdy chest as I seek his tongue, and this time, he lets me have control. Lets me take as much as I need—crave. My head is spinning when we break apart, my lips dropping to his neck and licking a path down to his chest. I taste the beer clinging to his skin, growing intoxicated off it and him as I drag my tongue down his skin.

My hands drop to his jeans, fingers trembling when I tug them open and his massive cock bobs out. He hisses out a sharp breath when I take the massive cock in my hand, stroking it until the man is practically panting. “Jesus Christ, baby. What are you doing to me?”

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