Page 86 of Not Another Rockstar
“I’m sorry so much of this has landed on you,” she said, running her hands down his bare chest. “I know how worried you’ve been about all of us. I wish Sheen was still alive so I could kick his arse into jail for making these past few weeks so much harder.”
He pulled her close until her head rested on his bare chest. His lips hit the sensitive skin on her neck.
He held her waist. “You never have to apologise to me for someone else’s actions. None of this is your fault. Though I will admit you’re sexy when you’re mad,” he teased, and she rolled her eyes.
“I’m trying to be serious,” she said, swatting at him.
In one quick motion, he placed her on the stool, trapped in by his drums. She thought he was going to kiss her, but he pulled back.
“I’m serious when I say I can’t breathe when I don’t know if you’re safe or not.” His hands gripped her hips. He pressed his body against hers, and when she arched to get closer, he inched away, furthering her frustration.
“I’m serious when I say I love how stubborn and protective you are about those you care about,” he said, his lips teasingly close. Her breath quickened as his fingertips brushed beneath her T-shirt, and all thoughts of their conversations drifted away.
“Axel,” she groaned as his lips trailed down her neck, increasing the ache within her.
“I thought you wanted me to be serious,” he said with a smirk, and she resented how much his proximity intoxicated her.
She reached for the buttons on his trousers and saw a wicked grin appear on his lips. Phoebe unzipped his trousers, her eyes never leaving his. Stroking the length of him, she could feel how ready he was. She gripped him tighter, and delighted in his sharp intake of breath.
“I’m serious about how much I want you,” she said, struggling against him, but he held her still.
Removing her hand from him, he pinned her hands to her sides.
“Keep squirming like that, and I’ll fuck you on the floor.”
His mouth claimed hers, the sweet taste of his tongue driving her wild. He released her hands only to stand her up, and before she could touch him again, he ripped through her button-down black dress.
“That was my favourite dress!”
He quickly silenced her as he wrapped her legs around his waist. The feel of him against her core only increased her desire, and she forgot about her ruined dress.
“I’ll buy you a new one.” Axel dropped her onto his bed, and she landed with a thud on the duvet. Her laughter silenced asAxel towered over her, a demanding look in his eyes. She could feel the aching pulse between her legs.
He watched as she rose in her underwear. Kissing his chest, she trailed down his chiselled stomach until she reached his belt. He grabbed her chin, and she whined as he ended her exploration.
“Keep your eyes on mine, and hands on my chest,” he ordered, and she nodded, eager to please.
His hand went to her waist, sliding over the curve of her ass, and she tried not to squirm. Phoebe dug her nails into his chest and cried out when his fingers slid over her lacy black underwear.
“I told you not to move.” Axel spun her around, pressing her back against his firm body as his fingers brought her closer to the edge, the other hand massaging her breast. The heat of his body only heightened her desire to move with him.
“Stand still,” he said against her ear. His lips trailed down her spine as he shifted her underwear down her legs.
Before he could issue any more orders, she straddled him on the floor. She loved the surprised look in his eyes; his need for her only increased her insanity. He sat up, and slid his lips along her collarbone as he freed her from her bra.
“What do you want?” His teeth clamped down on her hardened nipple as he began to stroke between her legs.
“You.” Phoebe stilled and kissed him gently. “I need you,” she rasped.
His hungry gaze disappeared, and gentleness took its place. He groaned as she slowly rocked against him. All she heard was their laboured breathing as she finished pulling his trousers off.
“I’m serious when I say this is mine.” Axel lifted her onto him, easing inside her.He groaned, and she remembered how good he felt stretching her, filling her in a way that made her lose all sense of self until there was only them.
“God, I love you.” His rough words brushed her ear so quietly she thought she’d imagined his confession. She wanted to reply, but he started to move. Gripping his shoulders, she met his thrusts. She brought her lips to his, and his calloused hands dug into her hips as he moved deeper into her. She felt herself tightening around him, getting closer. She arched her back, allowing him to take her deeper. He groaned, biting her neck, and she erupted around him. The sting of his teeth only heightened the ecstasy until they were both left out of breath and clinging to each other for support.
“I love you too,” she whispered, and she met his smile with a kiss.
Afortnight passed without incident, no booby-trapped fan mail or threats in graffiti. Once it was reported that Gunther Sheen was the culprit behind both the studio break-in and fire, the media started to back off since they had his unhealthy attachment to the band to focus on. LouderTech reached out to apologise for believing his lies and for trying to accuse Phoebe of setting up his schemes.
