Page 90 of Not Another Rockstar
She heard his belt clink, and she smiled back at him as she watched him undo his zipper.
“Hold on to the edge of the desk,” he ordered, and her insides clenched excitedly.
“Tell me you want me.” He fisted her hair.
“I want you,” she pleaded, arching her back against him.
“What do you want?” Axel teased the inside of her thighs, the frustration growing deep inside her.
“You. I want you!” Phoebe panted, and she cried out as he slipped his finger inside her.
She ground against his hand while he circled her. Axel reached up with his other hand, caressing her breasts.
“You’re so ready for me,” he groaned, bringing her to the edge.
Pleasure coiled inside her as she gripped the table.
“On second thought, I want to see those beautiful eyes.” He turned her over, and she squealed happily; he was standing between her legs, facing her.
He kissed her so tenderly it was almost painful. He slid his hand down her body, his fingers grazing her throat, breasts, down past her navel. As his teeth grazed her pebbled nipple, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. The pressure built up, and she bit down on his shoulder, shaking with need.
“Don’t stop,” she pleaded as she rode the wave.
Reclaiming her mouth, he removed his fingers, and she lay back on the table. Just as the wave started to subside, he sank inside her, and she gasped as she took him inch by inch. His hand gripped her thigh causing the most delicious pain.
“Fuck, I love how you feel.” She dug her nails into his hips.
Ecstasy built between them as her walls clenched around him. He released her thigh and moved her arms above her head, intertwining his fingers with hers. He sank his teeth into her breast, and a whimper escaped her lips.
Phoebe couldn’t take it as he took possession of her body; she could feel his heart beating across her chest. Axel released her hands and she gripped his hips begging him to move faster. He smiled at her, and Phoebe nearly exploded looking at his dimples. She bucked her hips, meeting every thrust, enticing him until she exploded around him, calling his name as her walls contracted around him and pushed him over the edge.
“That was…” she stammered.
He rested his forehead against her as she caught her breath. She couldn’t believe what they’d just done, and with the party only down the hall.
“I know,” Axel panted, closing his eyes. She felt him trembling, and loved that he’d lost himself as much as she had.
Phoebe slid off the desk while he fixed himself up, her legs like jelly as she adjusted her dress. They needed to make themselves presentable before heading back to the party.
She picked up her ruined underwear. “They were expensive,” she chuckled.
“I can afford to replace them. It won’t be the last pair either.”
His lips brushed hers, and—
A sudden bright white flash filled the room. Phoebe cursed, as Axel’s eyes shot open, the whites exposed.He bolted into the hall to chase whoever had taken the picture. She wanted to call after him, but he reappeared seconds later.
“Whoever they were, they’re gone,” Axel said, his brow furrowed.
Phoebe hoped this wasn’t the end of peace time, but when they re-joined the party, they found they weren’t missed. Nick was with the back-up singer, while August had found a guitar to entertain himself with.
It wasn’t long before karaoke started. Axel stayed by her side until Nick made him get up and do an ABBA duet—even August joined them with an impromptu guitar solo. Watching them do a terrible rendition of ‘Super Trouper’ helped her forget her worries. Seeing them on stage together again, happy and almost whole, brought a warmth to her heart that told her everything was going to be okay again. She hoped that wherever Cillian was, he was at peace, and comforted to know his death had brought his friends together instead of tearing them apart.
“Penny for your thoughts?” Lena asked, taking a seat beside her.
“Just enjoying the show. It’s nice to see them on stage again,” Phoebe said, but she couldn’t stop eyeing the guests and wondering who might have taken the photo. There were some faces in the pub she didn’t recognise, and she worried some might have snuck in. Maybe she was being paranoid, and someone had just taken a photo out in the hall. Just because they’d seen a flash didn’t mean it had anything to do with them.
“I don’t think pop is going to be in their future,” Lena said as they moved on to a Backstreet Boys song Phoebe recognised but couldn’t remember the name of.
