Chapter 8

Ellie

Axel’s hands were on my hips, and he was lifting me up off the floor. I was still wearing my boots, thong, and bra but nothing else. His hands were calloused but warm as I knew they would be, and his touch set my skin on fire.

Was I really going to let this happen?

He put me on his workbench and crushed his mouth against mine once more. He tasted sweet and minty, and his hands wove up my hips and to my back where he snapped my bra off with a quick flick. Before I knew what was happening, he had already pulled it off my shoulders and arms and tossed it over his shoulder.

I dimly thought how glad I was that we had just cleaned the whole place from top to bottom.

He gripped my ass hard enough for his fingers to bury into muscle. His lips went to my throat, and he kissed steadily downward until his face was buried between my tits. The stubble on his jaw tickled, and I dug my fingers in his hair to hold him to me.

Then he suckled my nipples, and the room became infinitely hotter.

I fumbled to undo his jeans. They fell off his hips to the floor, where they remained around his ankles. Axel seemed oblivious to them. He was too absorbed in kissing my breasts and licking my skin to notice anything until I tugged his boxers down.

His cock sprang free and a rush of excitement went through me.

Then fear.

He was huge.

I swallowed and tightened my grip in his hair. “I haven’t ever … um.” I lost my train of thought as his kisses found my ear. He pinched my earlobe between his teeth, and I gasped.

“You haven’t ever what?” He purred deeply in my ear.

I shivered.

“You’re really big,” I said, the words feeling clumsy and awkward in my mouth.

He chuckled in my ear. The vibration of his voice sent a thrill through me, and I found myself inching toward the edge of the table I was perched on to get closer to his cock.

His hand on my hip slipped between my legs. He tugged my panties aside and swept two fingers up my pulsing slit. He held them up between us, showing me my own wetness. “I don’t think it’ll be a problem.”

I thought I might come right then and there.

But I didn’t.

Instead, I spread my legs, bracing myself with the heels of my boots hooked over the lip at the bottom of his workbench. I leaned back on my elbows and begged him with my eyes to fuck me. It had been a long time, and I wanted to know what it would feel like to have him inside me. I needed him, and I was sure he needed me just as badly. There was a hunger in his eyes that I had never seen before. It was restrained like he had to keep a sliver of himself in check at all times.

Perhaps violent men like him always had that look.

He pulled my panties aside so forcefully, they tore off my right hip. He didn’t apologize. He didn’t even spare a look up at me. He dipped a finger inside me, then another, and then he began fucking me hard and fast. He reached a pace where his knuckles were hitting my pelvis and the insides of my thighs with enough force to leave a bruise, but I didn’t care. It felt so fucking good.

I leaned my head back and closed my eyes as my body gave in, and I came. I held on to my scream but moaned and sighed with contentment as he pulled his fingers out of me. He tapped my clit none too lightly, sending fiery jolts of pleasure through my entire body. I giggled as I spasmed at his touch.

Then he pushed my legs further apart and came to stand between them. I sucked in a breath, and my gaze instantly went back to his massive swollen cock. He took his shaft in one hand and stroked himself. Then, he leaned over and plucked a condom from a drawer. There were questions that went off in my head about this, but at the moment, they didn’t seem important. Had he just put them there? Had they been there a long time? Was this something he did with other women frequently?

It didn’t matter.

He rolled the condom on and stepped in closer to me. The tip of his cock grazed me, and every muscle in my body tightened in anticipation.

Axel put a hand on either side of me. I found myself looking up into his eyes as he braced himself against the table. He leaned his hips toward mine, and his cock slipped inside me. He gave me a couple of inches at first and then a couple more. I was so wet, and my pussy was ready for him. I could feel my walls tightening around his hard shaft and pulling him in deeper.

I moaned. He thrust deep into me. I had never been so full before.

“Do you like that, baby?” Axel grated.

I nodded.

“Answer me,” he said, his hand going to my hair. He pulled my head back and looked down into my eyes. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I said, my voice a plea more than a response. I gripped his shoulders and pressed my nails into his muscles. “Please, don’t stop.”

The words had barely left my mouth when he pulled out and plunged back in. I cried out, my toes curling, as he continued bucking against me until, all at once, I was overcome with ecstasy. I came for him, and he rubbed my clit until I was so sensitive, I thought I might crumble.

But he held me in place, and as I came again, so did he. He held me to him as he blew his load, and I felt his cock instantly swell and pulse inside me.

We fell apart moments after. I leaned back on the workbench and watched him run both hands through his hair. His muscles flexed with every breath he took, and I couldn’t seem to take my eyes off him.

“That was a surprise,” I said after I caught my breath.

“Was it?” Axel asked, his tone suggesting he disagreed. “I’ve wanted to have you for years. You didn’t disappoint. Your pussy is so fucking tight and perfect.”

I blushed and hopped down from the table. He watched me, his gaze pausing at the places on my body he was seeing for the first time. I wasn’t experiencing something negative—I liked the way he looked at me. I had wanted him to see me like this for ages. I had truly believed that it would never happen.

Now, I was struck with a wild realization.

What happened now?

Were things going to change between us? Was it going to be easy to keep working together?

I watched Axel stoop to collect his clothes from the shop floor. He stepped into his jeans, taking his time about it as he tucked himself in before doing the zipper back up. Then, he shrugged into his shirt, and once his head poked through the hole, he met my eyes.

“What?”

“Is this going to change anything between us? We can still keep working together, right?”

“I don’t see why we couldn’t.”

Maybe he wasn’t understanding where I was coming from. Or, maybe this was a one-time thing. Maybe he just had to bang one out of his system. My stomach did a backflip.

I should have put a stop to things before we were in too deep. But everything he had done felt so good, and my body had been aching for him to touch me like that for so long that I just couldn’t fathom not letting him have me. It was like every single moment leading up to this had been destiny.

I shook my head. The thought sounded idiotic in my own head.

Then, I hurried to grab my clothes and got dressed. Axel leaned up against the shop wall and crossed his arms as he watched me. His body language certainly didn’t suggest that he was uncomfortable. If anything, he seemed more at ease now than before we had fucked. How was that possible?

My brain was racing a mile a minute with a torrent of anxious thoughts. The most predominant one being that I had just royally fucked one of the most important relationships in my life.

No. Not one of the most important. The most important.

“Well, I’m going to get out of here,” I said as I pulled my jeans on and did them up.

Axel’s brows drew together, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he shifted his weight around a bit and narrowed his eyes.

“Sorry to leave so quickly. I just … have somewhere I need to be. I’ll see you later?”

Axel nodded and remained silent. I felt his eyes on me as I left the shop. My boots crunched on the gravel as I crossed the yard. Then, I went through his gate to the front of the house where I practically leaped into my car. I started the engine and pulled back to the gate. I punched in the code and reversed out of the drive as soon as the gates were wide enough for me to squeeze through without ripping my mirrors off.

Fuck, Ellie. Why did you let that happen?