Page 17 of Stalked By Axel

“Nothing yet,” I answer, as I slide off his lap to the floor so I’m kneeling between his parted thighs. I have no idea what I’m doing, but it feels right. From the way his eyes flare with heat and his expression darkens with lust, I imagine he likes it too, but I’m doing this for myself, living out the fantasy I’ve always had. Me on my knees for this powerful man, watching him come apart from my touch. Knowing I own him as much as he owns me.

His head tips back with a harsh groan when I lean in and experimentally lick the tip of his rigid shaft, tasting him on my tongue. I hum contently before sliding the tip into my mouth with slow suction. “Jesus…” he chokes out, plowing his fingers into my hair and tugging hard so my eyes are on his. “Brooke—”

“I want this,” I breathe, the need settling in my stomach with fury. “Please, let me have this.”

Axel studies me for a moment before bringing his thick shaft back to my lips, and I open up for him. I feel the wet heat between my thighs grow as he fills my mouth with his massive girth. His breath releases in a guttural groan when my lips clamp around his cock, taking him in as much as I can manage without choking.

“Goddamn, baby, that’s it,” he growls, his hips rolling forward and back, using my mouth like he would a fist, and I love every second of it. I scoot closer, and he hisses when my teeth accidentally graze his shaft. “Fuuuck!” he cries, and I can tell he loves it with how he pistons his cock into my throat, making my eyes water. I cough when he pulls back, but I don’t let him stop as I sink down on him again, desperate to drive him to the edge as he’s done with me. “Shit! Baby, I need you. Now.”

I feel the same way. God, my sex is pulsing with need, trembling with the promise of feeling that warm cock fill me again.

“Want you,” I echo when I pull back, reaching for his hand to tug him down with me. The couch is there, but my legs are too weak to even consider getting up. Axel’s eyes are burning with heat when I push him to his back on the floor and straddle his hips.

“Will you let me touch you now?” he asks, but I shake my head, leaning in and locking our lips together. I run my fingershungrily over his body as I kiss him the way I’ve always wanted. He was my father’s best friend, a man more than a decade older than me, but that never seemed to matter.

It sure as hell doesn’t matter now. Not to me at least!

His breath is coming in quick bursts when we break apart. My heart is racing fast when I brace a hand on his chest before raising my hips to position my sex over his thick shaft. I bite hard on my lip, a whimper climbing the back of my throat as I slowly ease down, feeling his cock stretch my walls. My head falls back with a loud moan as his cock sinks inside my damp sex. “God,” I breathe when I’m fully seated on him. The feeling is unlike anything I have ever felt before, beyond my wildest imagination.

“Let me touch you, sweetheart,” he pleads when I start grinding my hips over his, whimpering at the sensation of his cock moving inside of me. His fists are clenched by his side, and I watch as sweat breaks out on his forehead as he struggles to rein in the wild desire I see burning in his eyes. “I’ll make you feel good.”

I don’t doubt that. “Not yet,” I protest, planting both hands on his chest for support as I roll my hips back and forth, my breathing growing labored as an uncontrollable trembling spreads inside of me, the friction turning my limbs weak. It’s too much. My back arches as my sex grows slicker with arousal, and the wet sounds of our bodies meeting fill the room. A scream is lodged in my chest as my hips rock harder and faster on his cock. It’s dirty and desperate and hot.

It’s…everything I’ve ever wanted and more.

My breath catches in my throat seconds before a storm blows through me. I throw my head back and sob as wild tremors rock through my body, my sex clenching and releasingaround his cock in violent undulations. I brace my hand on his chest through it all, leaving me a trembling mess.

I’m panting, and when my eyes open, it’s to find his dark ones staring at me. “Axel—”

“My turn,” he growls, flipping us on the floor so I’m on my back, and I’ve barely caught my bearings before he slams back into me. My back arches with a sob as I pleasure shoots up from the spot where our bodies meet, but Axel is too far gone as his hips start thrusting wildly, his body straining with every wet slide of skin. He digs his fingers into my hips as he rails me like a bull, his breath hot on my skin as he takes me with rough, unmeasured thrusts. I wrap my arms around his neck and hang on for the ride, letting him take and chase his pleasure, knowing he’ll find it in me. Will only ever want it with me!

“Close,” he rasps, biting into my skin seconds before he floods me with his seed, and the sensations propels me over the edge again. He growls as he pumps his cock into me faster and harder, drawing out our shared pleasure. I cry out as tremors roll through my body, making my sex clamp hard around his cock, the violent ripples milking his thick shaft and filling me with his seed. His thrusts slow, and I feel his release drip down my thighs when he finally eases out of me.

Axel falls to the side before pulling me into his arms. I lay my head on his heaving chest, feeling more content than I ever have my entire life. “Well, did it live up to your fantasy?”

I don’t bother pretending that’s not what I was trying to do. I’ve imagined it a million times. Kissing this man’s muscular body before getting on my knees for him. I’ve pictured myself riding his cock like I’ve seen in those X rated movies I’ve seen glimpses of online. I wanted to re-enact that with this man, and God, it was more than I could’ve dreamed. So, I push up andcradle his jaw when he turns to look at me, stroking his bristled skin as I meet his eyes. “It was perfect,” I say before leaning down and pressing a kiss to his mouth and then his jawline. “In a few minutes, I’ll probably want to do it again.”

He laughs at the same time his eyes darken with heat as he cups the back of my head and pulls me down for another kiss. “We’re not going to make it back to the cookout, are we?” he asks when we break apart.

“Probably not.” I smile, nipping his mouth as I slowly climb on top to straddle him again. I lean down until his lips are only an inch from mine. “Maybe we’ll make it for Pictionary.”

Axel pushes up and seals his mouth with mine. The kiss is drawn out, making my body ache for him, and when he takes me on the floor with slow, measured strokes, we live out yet another of my fantasies. But I have so many, I can only hope he’ll stay with me long enough to act them all out.

It’ll only take a lifetime to work through the list.

Chapter Nine

Axel

Given the choice, I would pick ditching the rest of the cookout altogether to spend the evening alone with Brooke, but that’s not exactly an option. These get togethers happen for a reason, and the club members would not be as close as we are if we didn’t make them a priority. And I know without being told that Saint expects all senior club members to be in attendance, except for Gray, but even he is here tonight, so I hardly have an excuse.

Despite knowing I need to socialize, I can’t peel myself from this spot. My eyes have been on Brooke since the moment we returned to the rooftop, watching her laugh with her friends and joke around with the other members of the club.

God, she’s a pretty sight to behold.

I watch her from my seat on the opposite side of fire pit, the flickering flames casting a warm glow around us. She’s in the middle of a group, completely lost in a game of charades, her laughter ringing out like music over the crackling fire.

“Jade, look at my arms,” she says, laughing uncontrollably as she waves her arms dramatically at her clueless teammate. “You can do it. Come on, the guys are already in the lead!”

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