by Leanne Brice
Her hands travel my body, and I can feel her need, smell her desire.
I know it’s driving her crazy that my hard, throbbing cock is poised above her sopping wet pussy, I know she wants me to drive it into her more than anything, but I’m nowhere near done with exploring the rest of her body yet.
I can tell she’s never had such attention paid before, and I’m happy to show her all sorts of new pleasures.
My lips travel from her neck to her shoulders, and she’s letting out these soft little whimpers that are short-circuiting my brain, driving me nuts and chipping away at my control.
It takes iron willpower to keep going instead of plunging into her depths to calm the sharp tingles shooting through my body at those delicate feminine sounds, the raging need to relieve my throbbing cock, the mad desire to be one with her.
I slide my lips to her chest, going for one breast, engulfing it in my mouth, running my tongue over her mound of soft flesh, teasing her nipple before moving to the next and giving it the same treatment while my hand holds the one deprived of my mouth.
Then I pull away to kiss my way down her abdomen, her flesh jumping a bit at the soft contact.
I love the way she writhes. I love drowning her in sweet torture.
“Axel,” she begs breathily, though I’m not sure for what, although I have a few guesses.
I savor the hoarse sound of her pleading voice but continue my way down, stopping just above the bud calling for me, the clit begging to be licked.
Instead, I slide to the joints of her thighs, teasing her by kissing all around the parts she wants touched most. I nibble her inner thighs, kiss below her belly button.
Then finally, I bring my mouth to her drenched pussy lips.
She cries out deliciously, writhing even more, her hand grabbing my head.
I suck her lips, darting my tongue between her folds, teasing her with flickers at her entrance, swiping my tongue over all her peaks and valleys.
Then I fasten my mouth on her clit, sucking and licking the hood, holding her thighs down as she squirms and moans wildly.
It’s apparently too much for her, and she starts fucking my face, and before I can pull away, she comes hard against my exploring mouth, flooding the soft sheets beneath her more.
I let her ride out her first climax, watching her beautiful face slacken, a hint of a smile on her lips as she lies with her eyes closed.
Then I move to cover her, wanting to feel the last pulses of her orgasm before sending her to another one, one I can hopefully share.
Her body is limp but open to me, and I stare at her until she opens her beautiful eyes.
When she does, she smiles sweetly, and both my cock and heart throb.
How does she make me feel so goddamned much?
I don’t really care for answer—all that matters is what I feel and rolling with it.
I bring the head of my cock to her soaked middle, rubbing it in her wetness a bit and teasing more squirming from her as I slide the smooth tip over her feminine folds. Then I find her soaked entrance and start pushing in.
She arches her back as I enter her in one smooth motion, not stopping until I have bottomed out, balls-deep inside her slick, pulsing warmth.
I stay still for a moment, savoring the closeness of our warm bodies, the long reach of my hard dick inside her welcoming body.
Then I start moving, sliding my cock out a bit before pushing it back inside her, finding a rhythm that won’t take me to the edge too soon as I plunder her delicious body.
She is looking at me a certain way, and I think I know what she means—I want it too.
I bend my head to kiss her.
Her canal floods more as our mouths meet, my tongue exploring her oral cavern while my cock drives in and out of her juicy peach below.
Soon, I can’t take it anymore and I increase my rhythm, fucking her harder and faster, slamming into her with relentless thrusts as my need increases.
I can’t think about anything—only feel as her delightful pussy massage takes me closer and closer to the edge.
Her hands slide over my back then come to rest on my ass cheeks as they rise and fall with my hard thrusts.
Kissing her while she caresses and holds me, my greedy cock plugged into her tight, warm body, I start tumbling over the edge, April’s body gripping me in a way that lets me know she’s on her way too.
I push harder and faster, our skin slapping together lightly, and April’s mouth suddenly leaves mine as she screams her orgasm, just as I start shooting my jets into her.
I ride her through my orgasm and hers, slowing down my thrusts a bit, feeling as if I’m going deaf and blind as we pulse against each other, my throbbing cock still buried deep within her pulsating canal as her body floods even more.
I feel one with her, far beyond the physical.
If April thinks she’s getting away from me now, she’s fucking crazy; I’m never letting her go.
I collapse on top of her, then remember how tiny she is and try to redistribute my weight.
She laughs a little and it warms me.
I don’t even know what amused her for sure but I hope to push that button again.
“Don’t worry about it,” she says. “I can take it for now; you don’t have to move.”
I want to relax but I don’t want to crush her, nor do I want to move off her.
She wraps her arms and legs around me.
“Don’t worry about it,” she says again. “I like this.”
I finally relax, savoring the feel of her soft breasts against my hard thumping chest, dreading the moment my cock finally softens and slips from her.
I want to stay connected to her.
At some point, without actively moving off of her, I fall dead asleep.
Part III
Illusion & Reality
All warfare is based on deception.
Sun Tzu
Chapter 14
April
It wasn’t a dream.
My eyes open and I see Axel still asleep next to me and relief floods me.
I’m not sure why I’m so relieved—he could be the key to my arrest, my destruction, one way or another, but it calms me that he is by my side, even if he’s just biding his time to get his revenge.
I know all about the long con, though I never use it in relationships because I’ve never been in one that had me so emotionally entangled that I went on scorned woman path of rage and destruction.
Taylor has, though. Although, who knows if that story she told me is even true? Maybe she just told it to me to demonstrate a point, as I eventually realized she did quite often.
It just became too coincidental that she had an experience for every lesson she wanted to impress upon me.
I don’t want to disturb Axel—he looks so peaceful—so I quietly make my way to the furthest bathroom.
God, I’m so gross. Axel left his mark all over me.
And inside me.
Shit. I have to remember to take plan B asap.
Damn it, I can’t think properly when I’m around him.
Once I shower, I just wrap a towel around myself until I notice an actual bathrobe. Leave it to these fancy rooms to anticipate all needs.
I study Axel’s handsome face for a bit, then I head over to the desk and grab the hotel pen and notepad.
I feel inspired, and though I don’t exactly have the right tools, I make do, sketching out what’s in my head.
Then I hop back into bed with Axel, wanting to share his warmth again.
Who knows how long I’ll have the chance? I better enjoy this while I can.
No man has ever made me feel like this, no man has ever given me pleasure the way Axel did last night.
I snuggle up next to him, and despite my intentions not to disturb him, Axel turns to me and I wait for his eyes to open—the first split-second reaction is usually the most honest and revealing.
When his eyes open, he immediately smiles and I don’t catch a
hardened look in them at all, one that would indicate what he really thinks of me, one that’ll give an idea what actually he has planned.
His eyes are immediately warm and… I’m not sure how to describe it, but it makes me feel like my heart is liquefying.
"Hey," he says softly. "Was hoping you’d still be here. Had a nightmare you ditched me again."
He is still smiling warmly and I don’t know what to say.
His eyes look so affectionate.
He reaches over and caresses my arm.
"Um, I’m hungry," I say, and my stomach takes that moment to let out the most embarrassing growl. As if I’m not dealing with enough already.
I look away, my cheeks heating terribly.
I hear a light chuckle before a finger grabs my chin, nudging me to look back into Axel’s sparkling green eyes.
"I’ll take care of it. I’ll take care of you, April," he says gently, then grabs me until I’m lying on top of him, laughing as the sheet falls away and our chests and stomachs meet skin to skin once more.
"Hello! Present at Morning Wood Academy," I say, trying to be light and funny but sounding totally awkward.
He smiles. "It’s not just sex, April. We have something here. I know you feel it—I can see it in your eyes." He brings his lips to mine and I get lost in his kiss.
What the hell is this feeling? It’s like I can’t control it, but I kind of don’t want to?
For no good reason at all, I trust it to lead me to some kind of heaven, and I can’t do anything about it.
I don’t like the hold it has on me, but for now, I want to see where it leads.
I know, I know—curiosity killed the cat and all that, but damn it, what we have feels too good and I’m going with it for as long as I can.
"I’ll order in room service but we should probably get going… "
He stops and sort of freezes when I start rubbing my smooth, slick mound on his stiff erection.
No reason we can’t squeeze another quickie in before we get a proper move on the day.
Besides, I plan to savor every moment I have left with him, including, or especially this part.
I want to, but I can’t believe for a moment he’s actually going to stay with me and try to give this… thing between us a real shot.
I grab his engorged rod, positioning it so that his tip is just at my entrance, then prepare myself for a ride as I lower myself on it.
"Do you have any idea where she might be?" Axel asks as he moves around our little buffet table.
He’s still wet from our shower, wearing only a white towel around his waist and making me want to jump his bones again.
Lucky for him, I’m a little distracted by the spread before me: the various arrangements of eggs, the fruit, and things I don’t recognize. I think Axel said something about caviar. I mean, who does that? For breakfast?
"Taylor is excellent at dancing around specifics. The only info I have is that she was working a job that apparently didn’t quite work out as she’d hoped. But, of course, that whole thing could have been a lie too."
I roll my eyes.
“Plus she can be pretty hard to spot. Last time I saw her, she was sporting black hair. By now, she could be a blonde with a pixie wearing dark brown contacts. The only thing distinctive on her that she has a hard time covering up is her scar.” I make a motion with my finger. “It’s right here on her cheek.”
"Good to know. But keep thinking—anything she said before or after you guys got here could help. I’ll chase whatever name she checked into the motel you were in... "
I’m just shaking my head because fat chance she’ll check in under that name again.
And then it hits me.
"Wait, I’ve got it!"
Axel’s eyes turn to focus on me, and I get that warm, tingly feeling running through me again, the horrifying impression that I won’t know what to do with myself if I don’t get to look into those green eyes of his every day from now on.
"She’ll want more where that came from. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, right?"
He smiles like he has some inside joke about it.
"She knows a lot about you—I told her what you look like, and she knows you’re loaded. She knows you fall quite easily for a pretty young thing… "
He sort of rolls his eyes at that and I ignore it.
"You’re a well that hasn’t really been tapped—I just took a sip. Taylor knows there’s a lot more where that came from and that you won’t know her by sight. If she ran into you, she’d try to suck more out of you, one way or another."
I have to fight the rage filling me at the thought of her trying to come on to him, offering to blow him, touching him in any manner.
Great, now I’m suddenly jealous too.
"We can use you as bait,” I press on. “She knows I had no plans to come back here since I stole that suite because it’s too dangerous. You or the people whose credit I used could have people all around here looking for me, and after a hit like that, you don’t go back to the scene of the crime—at least, not unless heavily disguised. And she took all my disguises with her.
"I told her everything you told me—about your friends being there and everything. She has enough intel to begin. She knows a bunch of young rich guys are around, ripe for the plucking, and she knows how to find you guys by spotting you."
"So what exactly did you tell her about me?" he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
He’s so cute, even when he’s infuriating.
"Frickin’ everything. I should have known something was up when she asked me for details. Height, eye and hair color, what you were wearing. That your wrist is obviously missing a watch," I say with a nod at the paler, watch-shaped piece of skin on his arm. “You’re an easy target for her, so she’ll troll the casinos looking for you—while keeping her eyes open for other opportunities."
"Okay, well, that does it! I’ll get my rugged handsome look together and get ready to sing my siren song for your friend. Is she as hot as you?"
I slap him on the arm.
"Just need to know how much acting skill I’ve gotta use here."
I smile but wonder, Would he find her hot?
She’s attractive enough, and definitely charming when she wants to be.
Could Axel find himself pulled to her?
She’s obviously more masterful at this whole thing than me, and he’s a rich playboy stringing me along until he gets his watch back.
Would he go further than necessary to humiliate both Taylor and me? Would he fuck her too?
"You can stay here; in fact, I definitely hope you’ll be here when I return. I already told you I’m not pressing charges or anything.”
He goes to his crumpled clothes and pulls out a wallet.
So he didn’t even bother to hide it away in a safe or anything—he trusted me to not run off with it.
Interesting.
He pulls some bills from it and holds them out to me.
“Here—I want you to get some new clothes and whatever you might need. I know Taylor cleaned you out and as much as I’d love for you to remain naked, we’ll probably go to dinners and other dates at some point and you should probably wear something then.”
I return his smile, then grab and count the bills, thinking.
His face takes on a worried look. "Is it not enough? I can… "
"It’s way more than I need. Where do you think I shop?" I say. “This can stock my closet for a week!"
"Then it’s obviously not enough. I meant for you to buy more than a week’s worth of stuff. I’m obviously keeping you longer than that so we’ll work on the rest later."
“So is this some sort of bribe? ‘More where that came from, babe—as long as you’re here when I get back,” I say in a horrible imitation of his voice.
His smile widens.
"Maybe," he says, then he notices my sketch on the desk. “What’s this?” he asks, going over to it.
I happily bound up to him.
“Just something I threw together this morning while you were still asleep. I got inspired and this is just some stupid comic starring you and me.”
I smile, feeling strangely self-conscious all of a sudden.
I can really draw—it’s not like I threw down some stick figures, but I’m a little embarrassed about the representations of us, I guess.
I drew us as sort of partners in crime, although just in the figurative sense because we’re on the right side of the law—except for the vigilante part, I guess.
We’re both masked caped crusaders, and it’s just a few stupid panels of us tracking down a jewel thief, one who happens to resemble Taylor, and our triumph in the end. And then the two of us sharing a victory kiss.
Axel looks amused, impressed.
When he finishes checking it out, he looks at me, and I try to ignore how much it looks like he’s drinking me in, how much it seems he’s truly in amazement of me.
My instinct to flee is strong, but something inside me is starting to rival it in strength with the opposite intention.
Chapter 15
Axel
April is full of surprises.
Whether she realizes it or not, she told me a lot more in her comic than the story of some quickie crime-fighting tale.
The way she drew us, the way she ended it—she wants us to be together, but she might not have admitted it to herself yet.
She certainly hasn’t admitted it to me, and she still seems a bit jumpy and unsure, so I know it’s a huge risk separating from her.
There’s a bigger chance April will run off with the cash I gave her, deciding that it’s more than enough to make her Vegas conning trip successful, but even if that were the case, I can’t stand the idea of her being broke and alone, so I really don’t care if she takes my money.
I want April to be able to buy whatever she needs, but most of all, I want her to stick around instead; I want her to stay with me.
I’m not even concerned if she’s still conning me because she’s here with me right now.
She seems like she needs money, I have loads of it, and if she ends up staying with me longer because I am her access to it, I don’t think I’ve ever spent money on a more worthy cause.
