Page 121 of Sweet Hate
“I dare you to use me to make yourself come.”
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HAVEN
Recognition slams into me at Axel’s words. His smirking face morphs before my eyes to another time and place, to a much younger Axel in the dark, where everything changed for us. Does he remember?
“I do remember, Sprinks. How could I ever forget?”
Shit, did I say that out loud? Only I really don’t think I did. Has he started reading my thoughts again? He used to be insanely good at knowing what I was thinking at any given time, but that was one of the things that was different between us this time around.
Or so I thought.
“You’re thinking too hard again. Please let me make you feel good.”
He saidplease.Why does that make me want to let him do anything he wants?
The smirk falls from his face, his intense, focused gaze now fully trained on me.
He looks so hot. Muscular thighs in sexy ripped jeans, T-shirt pulled taut across his chest, my favorite white lockof hair now flopping forward, begging for my hands to run through it and push it back up.
Shit, I need him.
His bike rumbled the entire drive. He could have warned me that I was basically agreeing to sit on a giant vibrator—only it blows them out of the water. How am I supposed to go back to those amateur vibrations now? I can see why he finds riding addictive, but I feel like we might have wildly different reasons for it.
I can hear cars driving on the road above us and this place isn’t exactly inaccessible.
Can I let myself go?
“What if someone drives down here, Axel?”
“I would never risk anyone seeing what's mine, Haven. I’ve been coming here for years and never seen another person down here. And the road is too small for anything larger than a bike. I promise you we’ll hear someone coming.”
Adrenaline courses through my veins at his words. Screw it. Axel would never lie about something like that. Besides, I’m not about to back down on a dare, and this will undoubtedly be the most beautiful place I’ve ever had an orgasm. The ocean glitters behind us under the cotton candy sky streaked in pastel pinks and lilacs. I’m not sure it could get any better.
“OK. How should I?— “
I don’t have time to finish my sentence before he’s climbing off the bike, and draping me over the seat, partially leaning against the handlebars.
“This way you can enjoy the view while I enjoy you.” He winks at me. “Keep your hands here. Don’t move them higher in case you hit one of the controls, just hold onto these.”
Oh sure, no big deal, I’ll just try not to move to send us sailing off the cliff.He doesn’t seem overly concerned though when he leans over me, his warm, callused hands closing over mine to wrap them around the long metal handlebars of the bike.I feel him everywhere, his warm breath on my lips, his chest brushing my pebbled nipples, the firm grip of his hands on mine. He has me burning up like an inferno, and he isn’t even trying yet.
The bike roars to life, and Axel leans back, a devilish grin creeping over his handsome face. Wow, the low vibrations roll through me, and I’m so sensitive that it doesn’t even matter that my clit isn’t pressed onto the bike directly. Every rumble running through me makes me clench with need. Holy hell, I think I really, really love his bike.
Axel shuffles down, bracing his hands on either side of my hips. “This okay baby?” His eyes fix on my face while his warm breath flutters onto my covered pussy from where he’s poised above me.
“Yes. Please.” I can’t hold still. He’s so close to my pussy, that between the sight of his gorgeous face between my thighs, the memory of what he did in the diner fresh in my mind, and the bike sending vibrations through me more intense than the best sex toys I’ve ever owned I’m about ready to beg for relief, my hips thrusting up toward him of their own accord.
He looks every inch the devil as he licks his lips and smiles up at me while working to remove my shoes and pants, pulling them straight off and shoving them in the bikes saddlebag.
Oh shit. I gasp when my clit tingles being exposed to the brisk sea air. The intensity reminds me that I’m half naked out where anyone could see me. I close my thighs, trapping his head there just as his warm mouth closes over my clit. All thoughts of being exposed fly out of my mind, the only thing I can focus on is the sensation of his mouth on me.
He alternates his rhythm between sucking my clit and dipping his tongue inside me, while gripping my thighs tight around his head.
This man is going down on me like it’s his last meal on earth. He’s barely started, and I feel like I’m close to exploding.
He's started to alternate between humming and blowing on my clit, the combination driving me wild. Past caring about anyone catching us, I let myself go losing myself to the sensation, moaning into the open air.
