CHAPTER 15
I must have been really out of it the last time I came to his house because I don’t remember anything like what I am looking at right now. His house is ridiculous. Why one man needs this much house is beyond me.
“Ax?” I ask, looking over at the man climbing down from the big black truck. “Why exactly do you need a six-bedroom house again?” He has no family; it was just me back in the day. So unless he’s picked up a few kids along the way, I just can’t understand this. The very thought of him having a family with someone else causes my heart to tighten up in anguish.
He almost looks embarrassed by the answer, and before he even speaks, it all makes sense. He had a bedroom as large a small walk-in closet when we were in high school. To a man like Axel, this is all about feeling comfortable and knowing that he isn’t that person anymore.
“Had enough of living in a box. I promised myself a long damn time ago that I would never have to worry about space again. Or not having it.” He walks over to me and pulls me into his arms. “You know what it was like in June and Donnie’s hole of a room. I had even less when I was enlisted. Doesn’t make sense to many, but you know.” I give him a squeeze, silently voicing my understanding.
“Right, let’s go get settled before I fire up the grill and cook dinner. You’re going to need your strength tonight, Princess.”
Heat flushes through my body, and the desire to skip dinner and go straight to the bedroom cranks up to almost unbearable levels.
“Although,” he continues, “it might be nice to skip the steaks and have dessert first.”
Quivers of arousal shoot through my body, and if it weren’t for his strong arm around me, I melt right here on his driveway.
He parks in front of the house this time instead of the garage, so when we walk inside I am met with a bright and very empty entryway. There is a large staircase right smack in the middle of a very empty room. To my left, there is another empty room, and to my right, there is another. There are two hallways on the sides of the staircase, but I have a feeling they lead to more emptiness. I apparently only saw a fraction of the house when I was here before.
He is looking at me intently and seems to be waiting for something.
“It’s . . . um, nice?” Damn. Of course it would come out as a question. Real convincing, Iz!
“Nice, huh? Is that your way of saying you hate my house?”
“No?” I’m sure my embarrassment is all over my face. Even after all this time, I still can’t lie for shit to this man.
He lets out a loud laugh before slapping my ass, shaking his head, and letting out some soft laughs. He bends down and picks up my bags before heading up the stairs. “Come on, Princess. Let’s get you settled before dinner.”
I follow him up, and up, and up. When I get to the top, there are two hallways in either direction. He starts off to the left, passing a few open doors along the way. Every single room is empty except for the one I used to escape from him. Eh, how embarrassing. I hoped he wouldn’t ever have to witness one of my episodes, but it seems like the more I’m around him, the more they are triggered.
He walks into his bedroom and drops all the bags next to the closet. When he turns back around, I quickly jerk my eyes up to meet his, which sparkle with amusement. I was just busted checking out his very nice ass.
He smirks.
I blush.
He winks.
I lick my lips.
His smile is instantly wiped from his face and a long and low groan fills the silence between us.
I smirk.
And just like that, he’s on me.
“Thought I could wait,” he says before picking me up and throwing me onto the mattress.
Before I can even blink, he is on top of me, his large frame pressing me into the soft mattress. My legs open without hesitation and his hips meet my own. Now I’m the one who is letting out a strangled moan.
“Thought I could get you here and enjoy some dinner without having to be inside your wet heat. Fuck, baby, I can smell you from here. I bet your pussy is soaked, fucking sopping wet and ready for me.”
He trails his tongue from my shoulder to my ear before taking it in his mouth and biting down. He licks the sting away and braces his body with his elbows on either side of my body. Taking both of his large hands and placing them on either side of my face, he leans down and places his lips to my ear.
“Can’t wait, baby. I’m going to rip those tight-ass pants from your body and bury my face between your creamy thighs. I want to feel that sweet cunt around my tongue. Going to make you scream, Princess, and then when you can’t take it anymore”—he pushes his denim-covered hips hard into mine, his thick erection rubbing my clit in the most delicious way—“then I’m going to lick my way up this sweet fucking body and finally I’m going make you mine.” He rolls his hips, and I gasp, so close.
“Oh God,” I pant, looking up into his bright eyes. He looks into mine, seemingly satisfied with what he sees, before bringing his lips down and devouring me.
There are no other words for what he is doing with his tongue in my mouth. Our lips are moving together in a wet dance. I move my hands to his back and pull him closer to me, relishing in the feeling of his hard, tight body pressing me farther into the mattress. I can feel the bundles of corded muscles underneath my fingertips, and I am suddenly desperate to feel his skin against my own.
With awkward and jerky movements, I rip his shirt up his torso, letting go of his lips long enough to pull it over his head. He lifts up and trails his fingers down my body. His rough and callused hands pull on the soft silk of my blouse before reaching the hemline and slowly pushing it up my belly. I lean up and help him remove my blouse before reaching behind my back and ripping off my bra myself. I don’t even have a second to bring my arms back around before his lips are closing around one of my tight nipples and giving a strong pull.
“Oh yes,” I moan, threading my hand through his hair and pulling his head closer to my breast. “Feels so good, Axel.” I’m so close to coming it’s embarrassing. With Axel, it has always been effortless.
His answering groan against my skin causes wetness to gush from my core.
As he switches to the other nipple, his hand travels back down my belly, unsnapping the button on my jeans and thrusting his hand inside the waistband. His thick finger enters me with one swift thrust and instantly I am coming, coming so hard I swear I am floating in the air. My vision is dimming and the scream that rips from my throat echoes through the room.
He brings his head up from my chest, and with a wickedly arrogant smile, he brings his hand out of my pants and licks my essence from his finger.
“Fuck me, baby. Not even a second and I had that tight cunt milking my finger. I can’t wait to get inside your body. Nothing tastes better than your fucking cunt—nothing.” He pulls me closer to his body and kisses me hard.
My naked skin rubbing against his only makes me burn hotter. I need this man, need him more than I have ever needed anything in my life, and if I don’t have him naked soon, I might just die.
He jumps off the bed and pulls his jeans off his body. He takes his boots off and pulls off his socks. He stands next to the bed, my feet brushing against his naked, hairy thighs. No shame. But then again, why would he? His huge body is ripped and hard with muscles. His tan skin, ink, and every inch of his large cock are on display for me. Taking my time, my eyes travel up from the erection pressing against his toned abs to his small, dark nipples and then up to his heated eyes. My mouth drops open when I see the desire swirling in his hooded emerald eyes.
“Dreamed of this for so fucking long, Izzy.”
He makes quick work of pulling my tight jeans from my body, and my drenched panties come with them. He tosses them behind his kneeling body onto the floor. He grasps my ankles and, with slow tortured movements, runs his hands up my legs. When he reaches my knees, he brings his hands underneath and throws them over his shoulders, kissing my left knee and then my right. With a small smile, he turns to run soft kisses down my left thigh, skipping my throbbing center with just the barest breath before continuing up my right thigh with the same small kisses. His hands fall down to my hips and roughly pulls me to the edge of the bed and towards his waiting tongue. I squeak out a sharp cry of pleasure, my hands fisting the comforter and pushing my feet into his shoulders to bring my pussy closer to his mouth. He laughs and the vibrations rip through me, causing another rush of wetness to meet his tongue.
He nibbles his way around my lips, tracing every inch of my tender skin with his tongue before latching on to my swollen clit and pulling deep. I bring my hand up and press against his head, bringing him closer to my body. I can feel him bringing his hand around but the ribbons of pure unadulterated bliss that are firing through my system prevent me from tracking his destination. His thick finger rims the outside of my passage before thrusting inside. He gives me a few shallow thrusts before picking up speed and twisting his thick digit. Immediately, my pussy clenches down hard and I can feel another orgasm coming fast.
“Oh my fucking god, Axel! Don’t stop. Please don’t stop!” I scream.
He hooks his finger and starts to press against my G-spot, applying just enough pressure to have me shooting off like a rocket.
“Oh, Axel . . . baby, oh god. Feels so fucking good . . . Oh, god . . . Never felt anything better than with you,” I moan, my head thrashing back and forth against the bed.
He lifts off my clit and I look down at his face between my thighs. “Princess, you need to let go of my head so I can finish eating this sweet pussy.”
Oh. My. God. Just like that, I am ready to go again.
“Right,” I whisper huskily and reluctantly remove my fingers from his silky locks.
With a wink, he is right back at it, licking every inch of my swollen pussy and every single drop of my come before thrusting his tongue deep within me. I cry out and scream his name, the sound bouncing off the walls of his bedroom. I can’t talk much more. He is slowly killing me with pleasure.
“Please, baby, let me love you,” I gasp out.
“Not yet,” he says against my skin, making me shiver. “Give me one more. I want one more, Izzy. Then I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk when I’m done.” He dips his head and thrusts his tongue deep within my pussy.
I scream.
He moans.
I cry out his name.
He brings his hand around my hip and presses his thumb against my clit, thrusting his tongue in and out in a steady rhythm.
“AXEL!” I yell out, coming all over his tongue before my body falls back limply against the mattress.
I am just returning to earth when I feel his wicked mouth kiss the insides of my thigh, trailing soft kisses up my belly. He gives each of my painfully hard nipples a few licks and bites before continuing up to meet my lips. I hungrily kiss him back. My tongue dancing with his. I can taste myself on him and groan into his mouth at how turned on that makes me. Never would I have thought I would enjoy tasting myself on a man. But with Axel, everything is a turn-on.
His hands hook me under my arms and drag me farther back on the mattress as he settles his hard weight on top. My pussy lips open wide to hug his cock. He moans into my mouth and rocks back and forth, sliding his hard length through my wetness.
Together we twist and move against each other’s sweaty skin. I trail my hands down his back and grab his tight ass in both hands, pulling him closer to my body. I bring my arms up and wrap them tightly around his back and my legs around his waist.
“Please Axel, I need you inside of me,” I gasp against his lips.
“Soon, baby. So fucking soon.” He pulls back from my lips and looks in my eyes. His lips are swollen from our kisses, his face is flushed, and his eyes are dark with wanting. “It will be over before it begins, baby. Just have to cool off . . . Want you so fucking bad.”
He crushes his mouth back down to my own and tangles his hand in my thick hair before bringing his other hand slowly down my side. He caresses my heated skin before reaching between us. He pulls his hips back slightly, giving just enough room to take himself in his hand and align his broad head to my core. Rubbing my clit a few times, he dips into my pussy only to travel back out and coat my juices around my pussy lips. He repeats this a few times while I whimper into his mouth. He groans right with me and I know he is just as tortured with this slow process as I am.
“Feel so good . . . so wet, so hot. Can’t wait to be deep inside your tight cunt, baby,” he says into my neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin where my neck meets my shoulder.
And with that, he gives one swift thrust and he is instantly fully inside my waiting body.
I scream out. The shock of his swift entry and the tightness two years’ worth of abstinence has given me bring a biting pain I wasn’t prepared for.
“Fuck! Princess, you okay?” he bites out harshly as he stills inside me. “God damn, you’re so tight.”
I nod my head that I am okay, but words escape me.
“Baby, I need the words . . . I need to know you’re okay.”
“Fine . . .” I whisper, my words trailing off when I feel him twitch inside me, and I moan when the tingles of pleasure travel through my womb, causing me to clamp down on him.
“Shit, baby . . . this might be over before I move if your warm fucking walls hug my dick any tighter.” He groans, bringing his lips down to mine and giving me a tender kiss.
“I’m okay,” I gasp when he moves back slowly and inches back inside my waiting body. “Just been a long time. I’m good, so good . . . Please don’t stop!”
That is all the reassuring he needs, because he starts to pick up speed. He keeps his eyes level with mine, his gaze burning into my own. Our moans are tickling each other’s lips and our heated breaths mingle together.
I dig my nails into his back and move with his body, bringing my hips up when he drives his down. We move like we haven’t been apart a single day, like our bodies were made for each other. I can’t help the tears that slowly roll out of my eyes. This connection, this love that is between us never died. My heart suddenly feels like it might explode. The claws of another, more powerful orgasm start climbing up my spine and I can feel his rhythm falter when I clench around him.
“Come on, baby. I’m going to come and I want you with me.”
I moan when he slams into my body, rubbing against my clit with just enough pressure to send my body into an orgasm so powerful my toes curl, my breath stalls, my eyes roll back into my head, and my skin feels like tiny needles have been injected. The most delirious orgasm I ever experience.
“AXEL, oh . . . God . . . AX!” I scream.
I feel his grunt of completion against my neck. He thrusts a few times before bringing his hips hard against my own.
I can’t tell you how long we stay like that, his body molded tight against mine. His cock is still inside my body and I am still twitching in aftershocks. I can feel his lips against my neck as I rub small circles across the wet skin of his back.
With tears still falling from my eyes and the vulnerability that rushes into my system, I can’t help the sob that breaks past my lips. He is immediately up, bracing his weight on his arms. His still-hard cock pushes back into me and it causes us both to groan.
“Baby?” he questions.
I shake my head and another sob escapes.
“Izzy? Princess, did I hurt you?” He looks tortured.
I shake my head again, reach up, and bring my hand to the back of his neck. Tangling in the hair that curls at the end of his skull, I bring his lips down to my own, hoping to express all of the emotions flying around my body.
I still love him. This man who I have thought was forever lost to me. If I am completely honest with myself, I never stopped loving him. But all this knowledge shouldn’t scare me. The teenage love we shared over a decade ago has grown with such a power that it will kill me if I lose it again.
“I . . . missed . . . you . . . so much,” I sob out, gasping as the emotions over take me.
“God Princess, you have no idea. No fucking idea,” he says, rolling to the side and pulling me closer to his hard body. “Never letting you go, Izzy. Never,” he whispers into my hair, squeezing me a little tighter.
I let him hold me while I purge myself of the overwhelming emotions our lovemaking has brought forth.
“I need to clean you up, baby. Don’t move.” He rolls up and off the bed, padding across the large room and into the bathroom. I roll over and look up at the ceiling, hugging myself tightly. I can hear the toilet flush and the water running. He walks out of the bathroom, completely unconcerned with his nudity, right up to the edge of the bed. “Open up, baby, and let me clean you up.” I let my legs fall to the side and watch, in shocked amazement, while he cleans our joint come from my pussy. The warm wash cloth causes me to jerk a few times when he touches my tender skin.
After a few seconds, he throws the towel in the direction of the bathroom and falls back to the mattress, pulling me into his arms again.
“Talk to me, Izzy. What was that?” He doesn’t sound mad, just confused.
Sighing deeply, I reply, “It was just so much, Ax. So much emotion flooding through my system at once. Never in my wildest dreams did I think we would be here again, and trust me, I dreamt of this moment plenty.” I take another deep breath before continuing, looking into his questioning eyes. “You have to understand, Ax. I don’t know what it’s been like for you all this time, but I thought you were gone, Ax. Not just gone, but dead.” I hiccup a sob and take a moment to collect myself. My wet eyes meet his shocked ones. “I lived in hell for six long years, but those years were nothing . . . absolutely nothing compared with the pain I felt thinking you were dead this whole time.”
“What?” he asks, so softly that I would have missed it if I weren’t been looking into his handsome face.
“I don’t understand what you don’t get about that, Axel.” I really am confused now. He seems completely baffled. How can he think I would think any differently! He disappeared out of my life, vanished! How else would someone take that?
“Baby,” he chokes out, “please explain that to me. What do you mean you thought I was dead?”
I turn my head to the side and study him. I am beyond confused. His brow is winkled, his lips are pinched tight, and his eyes . . . His eyes look pained.
“Can we get dressed please? Maybe get something to eat before we have this conversation?” I weakly ask him. I need to take a second and figure out what is at play right now.
He shakes his head, as if clearing the fog, and nods. “Sure, Princess.”
We get up and he throws a tee at me from his dresser before pulling some sweats up his narrow hips. Walking over to where I’m standing, he pulls me back into his arms and holds me tight. Almost too tight.
“I know you felt it, baby. No way had something that fucking powerful skipped your attention. Hear me now, and understand me. We will talk, but nothing you say will change the fact that you and I are happening. I won’t let you go, Izzy. Never. You’re mine, you got that, Princess?”
Do I? Can I so easily give my heart back to this man, knowing he has the power to destroy me? Yes. I can. If I walked away from him now, I might as well pull the trigger myself because I would be dead anyway.
“Yeah, I understand. But, Ax?”
“What baby?”
“I always have been yours, you know that, don’t you?”
And with a bright smile that reaches all the way to his beautiful eyes, he pulls me tighter and places a soft kiss to my shoulder, my neck, and my ear before whispering, “Oh yeah, baby. I know.”