by Penny Dee
“Don’t stop,” I beg.
I’ve never come from oral sex. It’s not something I’ve had a lot of experience with in the past. But lying here now, with Axel’s head buried between my legs and his tongue torturing my clit, I’m wondering why the hell I haven’t.
My pulse rages against my throat, and my breathing picks up speed. His tongue is masterful as it laps at me, licking and penetrating me with slow, torturous strokes.
He moans and it vibrates through me.
“I could eat your pussy all night.” He tongues my clit and I whimper at the sensation. “It’s making me hard again. So fucking hard.”
My fingers curl into the mattress. Raw pleasure streams through me, funneling into every limb, setting fire to my body and making me tremble. I’m going to come. The tension builds and then detonates when he slides his finger into me and fucks me with both his tongue and finger. A thousand spangles of light shower my brain, and I cry out as I come hard. My orgasm is long and intense, and he continues to fuck me with his tongue through it.
I sink like a ragdoll into the mattress. I am boneless.
“I just came on your face,” I breathe out.
He lifts his head and his lips glisten.
“I love feeling you come against my lips,” he says, rising up on his knees.
My eyes fall to his cock. It juts up from between his powerful thighs, and is thick and long, and so fucking hard. I’m aching to touch it. Aching to feel it open me and fill me with every hot inch.
He sees me looking and takes it in his hand.
“You want this?”
I do. But I also want to see him jerk it. The idea lights a new fire in me.
“I want to see you touch yourself,” I say, and a small, aroused smile tugs at his shiny lips.
He does as I say, he tightens his big fingers around it and gives it a few pumps.
Instantly, heat rushes through my veins.
“Is this what you like?” he asks, stroking himself.
It is.
I bite down on my lip, my breathing picking up again as I watch him making himself more aroused. A pearl of pre-cum pools at the broad head and leaks down the thick shaft. My lips part with a moan, my mouth is wet, I want to taste him again.
“Yeah, you like this? You like turning me on and then making me fuck my hand?”
I do.
I’m so tight with need as I watch him. I want to see him make himself come. I want to watch his big hand slide up and down the thick shaft, making it harder, thicker, making his balls tighten and his breathing quicken. I want to see the shimmer of ecstasy on his face as he starts to come and then ejaculates between us.
But I’m also dying to feel the fullness of him in me.
I want his cock to fill me. I want to feel his body of hard muscle burning against mine as he fucks me hard.
But right now, I want to watch him jerk off in front of me more than anything.
“I like watching you,” I breathe.
He cocks an eyebrow. “If it’s good enough for me, then it’s good enough for you, princess. I want you to touch your pussy. I want to watch you pleasure yourself while I’m jerking my cock.”
I do as he wishes. I am already feeling needy between my thighs again. When I slide my hand down my body and push it between my legs, a new pulse takes up in my clit.
“That’s it, princess. Christ, you make me so damn hard. Playing with that beautiful pussy.” He lets out a groan and drags his hand down to the root of his cock before slowly dragging it back up to the tip. He bites down on his bottom lip. “Fuck, baby, you look so good.”
I hear him. See him. But a new tension begins to build, and my eyes flutter with the approaching wave. I’ve never made myself come in front of anyone before. Not intentionally. But now, with Axel, I am about to do just that. I can feel it building. I moan and whimper beneath my own touch, my eyes riveted to him kneeling at my feet, stroking his thick cock, his hips gently rocking, his pulse thumping wildly against his throat.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. Give it to me.” He eases his hand and jerks his cock slowly. “It’s making me so damn hot for you. Look at how hard you make me.”
His words. The image of him stroking himself. My fingers sliding over the nub of nerves. It’s all too much and I start to come, and I don’t give a goddamn that he’s watching. In fact, it’s turning me on knowing I am doing this in front of him, knowing it is making him hard.
“Oh, Axel … oh God …” My toes curl and my legs start to shake.
“Come for me, baby.” He groans. “Fuck, Lauren … you’re going to make me come again.”
I arch my back as my second orgasm sweeps over me. My pussy throbs and I cry out, my eyes rolling into the back of my head as the ecstasy consumes me.
Axel growls. “Fuck!”
My eyes open just as he starts coming, and I watch, fascinated as large, white streams of cum ejaculate from his cock. His face shimmers with euphoria and his hand slows as more and more streams pulse from him.
“Goddamn,” he groans, his eyebrows slamming together. His eyes close and he lets out a shaky breath, his big body shuddering with his release.
When he opens his eyes, it takes him a moment to focus.
Slowly, he smiles, and it is the most breathtaking smile I have ever seen.
We say nothing. Both of us heavy and dazed in the hazy afterglow. And for a moment neither of us move, we just look at each other as our breathing begins to even out.
He slides over me to plant a kiss on my lips and his heat engulfs me. “You’re fucking incredible.”
I smile up at him, warm and happy. “Wait until you actually fuck me.”
So far we’ve made each other come with our mouths, not to mention with our own hands. But I’ve yet to feel that euphoric sensation of his cock slide through my pussy and penetrate deep into me.
His hand finds my breast and he tenderly begins to stroke it.
“The night is still young.” He kisses me again. “And I promise you, Lauren, by the end of it you will be well and truly fucked.”
Chapter Eighteen
AXEL
We fall asleep to the sound of the sleet rattling against the roof. When I wake up, the clock on the wall reads 11:27. The space beside me is empty, and when I sit up, I see Lauren is seated at the large bay window, looking out into the night. In the soft glow of the fire, she looks like a statue, her skin flawless and smooth, her body right out of a sculptor’s dream.
I leave the bed and cross the room to stand behind her. But we don’t speak. There’s no need.
Instead, I bend my head to kiss the smooth skin on the back of her neck, and she trembles beneath my touch. With a sigh, her head falls to the side, exposing her milky throat, and I kiss my way along the polished skin up to her jaw, along her chin, and finally to her parted lips. She moans and I kiss her, gently at first, but as our bodies respond to the exquisite touching, gentle is replaced with urgency and our desire roars to life.
I pull her into my arms and she winds her long legs around me as I walk us back to the bed. I’m so fucking hard for her I can barely think straight. And my cock knows she is close. Her wet pussy is only inches from the swollen head, and I am aching, fucking aching, to be inside her.
I lie her down and she spreads her glorious body across the bed. And for a moment I can barely believe that she is here. That this goddess with her silky skin, shock of blonde hair, and heavenly lavender eyes, is in my bed waiting for me to make love to her.
Heat fills her expression as I kneel between her legs and take my hardness in my hands. I give it a few pumps. It’s slick with pre-cum and throbbing for release.
“What are you going to do to me?” she asks, her voice hoarse and throaty.
I lean down and brush my lips against hers. “I’m going to drive you crazy.”
She smiles and kisses me. “Best you get started then.”
Challenge accepted.
I spread her legs farther a
part and rub the head of my cock through the wet lips of her pussy.
Christ, it feels so good I can barely hold back.
She looks up at me from the pillows. Her cheeks pink. Her eyes glassy with lust. She licks her lips, leaving them glossy. By the look on her face, she’s desperate for me to fuck her.
The feeling is mutual. I tease her, slowly edging the tip into her before pulling it away again. Her pussy doesn’t want to let it go. It suckles at the head greedily as I pull it all the way out, and slide it through her damp, velvety lips again. I push it around her clit and she bites down on her bottom lip. It’s torture for both of us.
She whimpers.
“Please …” she begs and I can barely breathe. She’s got me so hard. So turned on. Wanting her so bad.
“You want this?” I moan, squeezing my thick shaft.
Her eyes are hooded with lust as she looks up at me. “Yes… dear God, yes …”
I push into her, slowly, so she can feel every hot inch fill her. She bites her lower lip with a whimper, and raises her hips, drawing me in deeper. Sweet Jesus, she’s so hot and tight, I’m not sure if I’ll survive this.
I’m balls deep and my cock gets harder, thicker, and my breathing is rough and unsteady.
I make love to her slowly. Savoring every moment. Determined to make it last. Determined to make her come.
My hips ride against hers. I kiss her, long and slow, my body loving her body as we get as close as two people can get. She moves beneath me, her arms and legs wrapped around me, the gentle motion of her hips driving me toward an unimaginable pleasure.
My fingers slide through her hair and I hold her face to mine, my mouth moving sensually over hers as a knot of pleasure forms inside me. She gasps and whimpers. Her fingers trail down my body until they fall to the mattress. She grips the sheets. Her moans become desperate.
“Axel…” My name falls from her sweet lips as she falls into her climax, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.
I grind into her. “Come for me, baby,” I whisper between kisses. Between gasps. Between her surrendering to her ecstasy.
She cries out and her pussy tightens like a vise around my cock, the spasms inviting me to join her in her euphoria.
Watching her come is the final straw. Seeing her eyes close and her mouth open with a cry of ecstasy ruins me. A pleasurable heat rushes out from my core to my cock, and spreads along the hard shaft, bringing sensations I didn’t know existed. I come and oh my God, the bliss is mind melting. For a moment the world disappears into an explosion of light, and I’m high on the most incredible ecstasy. My cock is pulsing, shooting my release deep into her, while the rest of me disappears into a euphoric haze.
Time.
Has.
Stopped.
And I float. I goddamn float on a dreamy current of pleasure.
When the haze clears, I collapse onto the bed beside her and pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her.
For a moment I get lost in the silky-softness of her hair, and travel to a place where this between us would work. Where we could lose every day in the warmth of each other.
Unfortunately, that’s not our reality. And I know I should put an end to this.
But I won’t.
I will make love to her again before the night is over. And when the cold light of day presses against the window in the morning, I’ll do it again. Because damn the consequences to hell. I want this woman and I will do anything to keep her.
Even lying to myself.
Chapter Nineteen
LAUREN
We wake up to a perfect, snowcapped Thanksgiving.
Outside, it’s snowing. Inside, we are tangled in Axel’s sheets, naked and warm. He is inside me, making love to me slowly, every tilt of his hips purposeful as he drives deeper into me.
We kiss. But it’s not the wild collision of lusty mouths, it’s deep and moving… sensual and tender. It’s more than just a kiss. It’s something else. It’s intimate. He breaks the kiss to lift up on his knuckles, his big arms holding him up as he looks down at me. His eyes are warm.
I gaze up at him and I can see the affection on his face. “What?”
His cock flinches inside me as he takes a moment. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.”
Warmth pours into my chest.
Before I can reply, he thrusts hard into me, grinding himself against my clit and sending me into outer space with a mind-wiping orgasm. He follows quickly, but I swallow his moan as he sinks his mouth to mine and disappears into a blissful oblivion.
Later, I slip on one of his shirts and he meets me in the kitchen with a freshly brewed cup of coffee.
My stomach growls, and I’m surprised to see it’s almost lunchtime.
Time has stopped in our perfect little bubble.
I remember the pie Nan gave me the day before. It’s still on the counter where I left it yesterday afternoon, along with the few items I picked up from The Emporium.
We sit at his kitchen island and eat the pie, laughing as we talk easily about his life on the mountain and the characters who live there.
We’re relaxed.
Happy.
Time drifts by unnoticed as we fall deeper and deeper into our fantasy.
But hours later, when day turns to night, another visitor appears on Axel’s doorstep.
We’re sitting in front of the fireplace when the powerful thump of a fist on the door makes me jump. My eyes shoot to Axel but he is relaxed. In fact, a small smile touches his lips.
“Relax,” he kisses the top of my head as he walks past. “I recognize that knock anywhere.”
As he crosses the room, I grab a blanket to cover my naked legs. I’m still in Axel’s shirt but I’m not wearing any panties, and it would be obvious to any visitor what we’ve been doing here.
When Axel opens the door, I see a giant of a man filling the doorway. From the couch I watch as the two men greet each other warmly, their affection for each other obvious.
“This is Ragnar,” Axel says as he invites the huge man inside.
“I’m Axel’s cousin—” I start to say, but Axel interrupts me.
“He knows who you are.”
His big brown eyes meet mine, telling me there is no need for charades.
I look at Ragnar, he’s like a huge Viking with his blond hair, broad shoulders, powerful chest, and wide back.
He is looking at me, his eyes sparkling with knowing.
“What do you mean?” I swallow heavily.
“It’s okay, we can trust him,” Axel reassures me.
“It’s all over the news,” Ragnar says. He gives Axel a grave look. “And the mountain grapevine is buzzing with it. They all heard the choppers flying overhead.”
“The storms have already put a stop to them.”
Ragnar shakes his head. His bright blue eyes glance over at me again and then back to Axel.
“This place might be off the radar, brother, but they will eventually find her here, and it won’t end well for anyone.”
“They won’t find her.”
“How can you be so sure?” Ragnar asks.
“Because I don’t want to be found,” I reply.
Ragnar’s blue eyes bounce between Axel and me, his lips snapping into a thin line as he puts two and two together.
He shakes his head. “You’re both playing with fire.”
“We know what we’re doing,” Axel assures him.
But Ragnar doesn’t look convinced. “The storms have held off the search parties for now, but it’s only a matter of time before they come looking again.”
My throat tightens. I wasn’t lying when I said I didn’t want to be found. The idea of ending this fantasy and going back to my old life leaves me feeling cold.
“I don’t know what you’ve got yourselves into, but you need to be careful.” Ragnar moves toward the door but stops and gives Axel an unreadable look. “I need to talk to you outside, brother.”
 
; Ragnar’s piercing blue gaze meets the darkness of mine before he gives me a polite nod and walks out the door.
Axel follows him out and I hear them talking on the porch. But can’t work out what they’re saying, so I climb off the couch and step toward the door so I can hear them better.
“Fuck. Tell me you haven’t gone there,” Ragnar says, and when Axel doesn’t reply, he lets out a harsh sigh. “Holy mother of Christ. What are you thinking? She is fucking Lauren Carmichael. This goes bad and your ass is locked up for the rest of your sorry life.”
“It’s not going to go bad.”
“They’re scouring the whole mountain looking for her.”
“Like I said, they won’t find her.”
There’s a small pause, and I imagine Ragnar is shaking his head.
“What are you getting yourself into, brother?”
“She needed my help. I overheard what they were planning. I had to act fast.
“And kidnapping her was the best idea you could come up with?”
“What was I going to do? Call the police and say, ‘Hey, you’ll never guess what some thugs have planned for Lauren Carmichael. They’re going to kidnap her and hold her for ransom. By the way, you can trust me, I’m a fugitive, so I know what I’m talking about.’”
My eyes widen.
A fugitive?
“You should’ve made an anonymous call,” Ragnar says.
“Which would’ve been ignored. I couldn’t take the chance.”
They are both silent for a moment while my heart is pounding like a drum in my ears.
“I hope you know what you’re doing.”
“We’re figuring it out. And she’s safe here.”
“You think that Wall Street prince of hers is going to give up looking for her? Or her father? They’ll comb every inch of this mountain, and you know there are a lot of people out here who won’t appreciate that kind of invasion of privacy. Any of them find out she’s here, and they’ll give you up in a second to protect their own anonymity.”
I think about the delivery man, Cooter, and wonder if he is trustworthy.