by Shayla Black
“I want you inside me.”
His urge to dominate warred with his need to be buried balls deep. He gritted his teeth, then pushed her farther across the bed and fell to the mattress between her spread legs, his mouth hovering just over her cunt.
Her breath caught. “What happened to ten seconds? Those are up.”
“I can’t let the opportunity to tease this pretty pussy pass me by.” He dragged his fingers across the smooth skin. Like a baby’s butt. Not a bump or a hair to flaw the perfectly silken pad.
At his touch, her entire body tensed. When she tried to lift her hips to him, he held her down.
“You can’t throw it at me. I’ll take it when I’m ready.” He gave her an evil smile. “When I know you’re beyond ready . . .”
She tossed her head back, melting into his mattress. “Please, Axel. Don’t make me wait. It already feels as if I’ve waited forever.”
Perversely, that only made him want to torture her more. “Poor baby. Patience a problem for you?”
She cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples. “I ache. Everywhere.”
Her high, thready voice slammed his libido. But the visual of her fondling her own flesh in a desperate search for relief rocketed his desire to soaring, new heights. Holy hell, if he’d ever wanted a woman so badly he was damn near ready to climb out of his skin and crawl over jagged glass to have her, he didn’t remember it.
Still, she didn’t get to control the tempo and timing of their sex. She especially didn’t get to control him. He grabbed her hands and forced them to her sides, holding each beside her corresponding hip.
She protested with a wail and spread her legs wider. “Please. Don’t make me wait. I’ve never felt this way. I don’t know how to . . .”
“Yeah,” he grunted. “Join the party.”
Surprise widened her eyes. She hadn’t thought he’d want her the same way in return? Had some douchebag belittled her in the past? Refused her harshly? That dude’s loss was his precious gain.
Then her scent wafted up to him and brain function shut down. He had to have her flavor on his tongue now or he’d go in-fucking-sane.
Pinning her wrists beside her, he bent and raked his tongue through her slit, through her swollen folds, all the way from the soft, juicy opening he couldn’t wait to sink his cock into, up to the candy clit so sweetly hard for him, it jolted another spark of need through his system.
Under him, she twisted. He repeated the motion, this time more slowly, lingering on the needy bud of her nerves and toying with it, using the tip of his tongue, the edge of his teeth, the suction of his mouth. She cried out, thrashing, but he kept her immobile under his bigger body, holding her still for his pleasure.
“Axel . . .”
Something about the way she said his name in that pleading, high-pitched keen had his blood boiling. It wasn’t about power or a need to control. With most any woman, he could hold a part of himself away and almost clinically determine a tactical plan to dismantle her defenses and take her body apart before systematically implementing his strategy and enjoying the victory of conquering her with orgasms. This woman dragged him into a need that sucked him under like quicksand. The more he fought for control, the less he had. Yes, he wanted her pleasure. Hell, he wanted her screaming as she dug her nails in his back and shattered for him. But planning a sensual conquering was the farthest thing from his mind. Right now, he couldn’t manage much more than lapping at her pussy like a starving man at an ambrosia buffet.
The soft, sweet perfection of her filled his mouth. Everything about her—every texture, flavor, sensation—addicted him. He’d been interested in the bar, intrigued as they made their way to his house and kissed in the kitchen, but now he’d fucking die if he didn’t have her frantic and clawing and taking every inch of him.
Under his hungry mouth, her flesh swelled even more. She tensed. Her fists flailed, grabbed at the sheets. A series of gasps, each higher-pitched than the last, juiced his need and melted his resolve.
He shoved a finger inside her, groaning as her tight flesh parted for his invasion like slick silk, then sucked at him in a silent plea. Jesus, she was going to dismantle him with this pussy, and he couldn’t wait.
“You’re close,” he managed to growl out.
“Yes. Oh . . .” She writhed, then opened her eyes to spear him with a needy, almost panicked look. When he curled his finger against the one spot designed to send her soaring, she cried out and thrashed again. “So close. It’s right there. Please.”
Axel wanted to be inside her when he gave her this first orgasm. And he damn well knew it wouldn’t be the last.
With one last lave of her twitching clit, he climbed up her body, anchoring his hips between her thighs. Elbows on either side of her head, he took her mouth and probed her pussy with his searching cock. She spread even wider for him, lifted up, helpful and welcoming, silently begging. Dizziness swarmed his head. Jesus, she was headier than the best buzz.
His heart pounded, his blood surged as Axel pushed at her opening, insistently trying to bury himself in the juicy heat. But her cunt felt tighter than a vise. He’d barely managed to wedge more than the head inside her when the grip of her flesh impeded him from submerging deeper.
“Open up to me. I’ll make you feel so good once you let me.”
“I know.” She pushed up at him, and he sank in another inch.
It wasn’t enough. In that moment, he wondered if he’d ever get enough of her.
The thought had barely finished blindsiding him before she exhaled and forced her body to relax. He sank in a bit more, then retracted, coating his stiff length with more of her delicious essence before he pushed in again—and again.
Slowly, her body yielded to him. Her thoughts and her desire had given way to him long ago. Now he merely fought the head-spinning clutch of her cunt grabbing at his stiff length. She made him work for every inch she ceded. She milked his flesh, squirming all over his cock, before her body seized up again. The incredible struggle only dragged him closer to the edge of his own pleasure, and he could see the giant chasm of ecstasy right before him.
Damn it, he had to fuck her first. Good and hard, in some way leaving his mark on her so she could never forget that he’d been here and taken her thoroughly. He liked the hell out of that idea.
As Axel surged forward again, determined to plant every aching inch of his cock inside her, she surrendered a bit more. Everything about her made him need to conquer her, to say he’d filled, claimed, taken. Made her give him absolutely every bit of herself to him.
She arched, keened again. She’d be a screamer, he’d bet, and he couldn’t wait to hear her cries in his ear as she burst into ecstasy around his cock.
“Just a little more. Almost there . . . Breathe with me.” He dragged a lungful of air, then released it audibly, gratified when she joined him. “Spread just a little wider and—” He couldn’t swallow back his groan when she finally opened enough to take the last inch of his erection deep in her hungry cunt. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
She panted and opened her eyes, staring up at him with a wonder that damn near stopped his heart. She wasn’t a virgin. Despite her tightness, he could attest to that fact. But her expression told him that, in some way, she was experiencing pleasure for the very first time.
That yanked him off the chain so fucking fast, Axel didn’t even have time to tell himself to slow down before he grabbed her nape, holding her gaze captive, and began pounding into her relentlessly.
She lit him up like a live wire, as if, through her, he’d begun superconducting enough electricity to light up the Dallas skyline. Energy sizzled over his skin and shuddered down his spine before settling into every stiff inch he’d buried inside her. And with each thrust, her eyes widened, finally taking on a stunned, dazed quality. But she never looked away from him.
Damn it, he’d love to see her without the wig, the contacts, the makeup. Axel had a feeling he was fucking the most beautiful woman of hi
s life, and he really had no idea what she truly looked like.
Before round two—which they’d definitely get to—he’d whittle away all the artificial crap and see the real her.
For now, he settled into the most heavenly pussy in his memory, feeling the gentle bounce of her breasts as he drilled her without pause. He’d ask her if it was too much, too hard, too fast, but given her unbridled response, everything he did with her felt more than all right. Under him, she rocked with every stroke. A rosy flush stole up her cheeks. Gasps and groans sounded from those sweet lips, slowly turning more guttural. And she gripped his cock like she wouldn’t last more than a few moments without falling into orgasm.
Axel couldn’t stop himself from seizing her mouth and devouring her. Fuck, he was inside of her in every way, and somehow it still wasn’t enough. He had to hear her, see her, feel her climax for him.
“You’re going to come.” He didn’t bother asking because he knew. Primal pleasure filled him at the thought that he could drive this beauty to that pleasure so quickly and completely.
“Yes!” She struggled against his hold on her wrists. “Let me touch you.”
Normally, he’d prefer to stay in control. He dictated when and where he allowed a partner to put a hand on him at all. This one? He wanted everything she would give him—desire, affection, screaming orgasm.
Axel released her wrists. His beauty flung her arms around him and gripped his hips with her legs, clasping him close—not like a woman merely chasing ecstasy. No, she drank in the experience and clutched him, almost as if he was the experience. He’d often been valued for his control, his Domination, even his prowess. He wasn’t sure he’d actually had a lover who wanted more than what he could do for her when she fell under his command and into his bed. Something about the way she welcomed him into her body said she also wanted the man under the Dom.
He pinned her with a delving stare. In a distant part of his brain, he wished to fuck he could figure her out. At this moment, most of his concentration centered around holding back long enough to make her come first. The tight grip of her sex threatened to blow the top off his head, and he couldn’t wait to feel her explode around him and shoot him into the stratosphere.
“Axel!” She dug her nails into his shoulder. Her mouth fell open. Her eyes slid shut.
No fucking way. “Look at me.”
Her lashes fluttered, drifting open again, revealing her artificial blue eyes. But colored contacts couldn’t mask the way she melted under his body, dissolved for his touch. He shuttled in and out of her pussy at a breakneck pace, seating himself deeper with every stroke. She was right on the edge, so close, he could almost see her toppling into the abyss.
Axel intended to help her along ASAP.
He slid his hands under her world-class ass and lifted her up. Now he applied friction to her clit with his body, back and forth in a burn of skin that coiled her even tighter and ratcheted up the tension between them. It brewed, built, escalating, climbing faster and harder and higher.
Until she clamped down on him so tightly he couldn’t move even a fraction. And she screamed.
Her cry rang in his ear, in his head. Something about it—about her—absolutely flipped his switch. Knowing he’d given her the sort of pleasure that made her rake his back with her nails and cling to him as if he were the only man on the planet did everything for him. It shot him off into the kind of mind-jarring, soul-shifting ecstasy he’d heard guys like Mitchell Thorpe and Logan Edgington talk about sharing with their women but had always quietly suspected was bullshit.
The need gathered low in his belly. Blood rushed. Tingling began at the base of his cock and began working its way upward. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think or control his movements or care about a damn thing except this woman in his arms whose name he didn’t really know. But she gave to him so completely and honestly that, as the prickling pleasure shot up his dick, he groaned out, sank his fingers into the firm flesh of her ass, pulled her as close to him as possible, then released everything he had to give inside her in a fireworks of unparalleled bliss.
He slowed his strokes, then stopped. She panted in his ear, still gripping him as if her life depended on it. Axel realized that he’d buried his nose in her neck somewhere along the way, so he nuzzled her, kissed her jaw, meandered with his lips over to her mouth and pressed his own to hers for a long, worshipful breath. His head spun. And even as his blood slowed, he still felt the impact of her through his system like a fucking seismic event.
What the hell had just happened?
Her eyes watered. A tear slipped from the corner and rolled down her temple.
“Hey . . .” He wiped the droplet away with his thumb. “What’s wrong?”
She smiled, something tremulous and almost sad. “Nothing. This was everything I wanted. I’m just emotional, I guess. No worries. I’m sure I’ll get myself in order shortly.”
Axel wasn’t sure he actually wanted her to. He liked knowing he could reach her on a level beyond sex. He liked the way he felt something beyond desire and satisfaction with her, too.
He caressed her cheek with his knuckles and kissed her forehead softly. “No rush. At all. Just like you, this was everything I wanted.” He gave her a sly grin. “I can only imagine how much more amazing the next time will be.”
If she hadn’t been under him, he might not have noticed her tense, yet she gave him a smile. “I can’t wait.” Then she winced and squirmed a little. “But right now, I can’t breathe.”
Axel had no illusions about his size, especially in relation to the fairer sex. For that reason, he rarely had sex on top of a woman, even though he loved the hell out of it. Despite the fact that his beauty was taller than average, she was still slight, and he still towered over her.
“Sure. Sorry.” Reluctantly, he eased from the warm glove of her pussy and sat back on wobbling knees. His world tilted, his head still spun. His legs felt like jelly. Satisfaction seeped down into his bones.
She rolled away and darted to her feet, grabbing the sheet for covering. He frowned. Now she decided to be shy?
“Um . . .” She cleared her throat. “Do you mind if I grab some water from the kitchen? My throat is dry.”
Maybe, but his bullshit meter was flaring like a motherfucker. She was up to something. He’d give her a little rope and see if she used it to hang herself . . . or bind herself to him. “Go ahead. Glasses are in the cabinet to the right of the fridge.”
Raising up on tiptoe, she kissed him for a long, lingering moment, then sent him a smile. Her heart all but bled out of her eyes, and he wished to fuck he understood the sadness lurking there.
“Are you all right?” he asked, cupping her cheek.
She looked ready to cry. “Never better. Be right back.”
Wrapping the sheet around her a bit like a toga, she hightailed it out of the bedroom and padded down the hall. Frowning, Axel shook his head and made his way to the bathroom. He disposed of the condom, splashed some water on his face, then returned to the bedroom to wriggle into his jeans.
As he made his way to the kitchen, he didn’t hear a sound. Night had fallen, and she hadn’t turned on a single light, so he flipped the switch on the wall. Her shirt was gone from the kitchen counter. He dashed over to the sectional, only to see the rest of her clothing was gone, too. She’d left the sheet pooled on the floor.
“Elise!” he called. No, it wasn’t her name, but he didn’t know what it was and he hoped to fuck she’d answer to it.
She didn’t. Had she gone?
A panic he didn’t understand began to pump through his veins as he ran to the front door, only to find it suddenly unlocked and barely pulled to. A stiff wind would have blown it open.
Axel pulled it wide and jogged down his porch, out onto the street just quickly enough to see a sleek black car he hadn’t noticed before pull away from his curb.
Chapter Seven
MYSTERY shook as she slammed the door of the town car and hud
dled in the backseat. The car lurched forward, and she had to force herself not to look back at his house one last time.
She’d done it; she’d conquered Mount Axel. Well, that wasn’t precisely true. He’d conquered her just by being his amazing, fabulous self. Again. In fact, she wondered if she’d ever be the same.
She let out a shuddering breath and struggled into her shoes. The simple action gave her purpose and focused her. Inside, she was a raving mess.
His taste still lingered on her tongue. His scent still filled her nostrils. She still felt him hard and massive and insistent between her legs. Every flash of memory—the way he’d tasted her, touched her, filled her—crowded her head. Before today, she’d only believed that she’d had sex. Certainly, she’d thought so before she had carelessly plotted to experience the man she’d been hung up on since the end of adolescence. She hadn’t actually considered that he might overwhelm her, that once would never be enough to ease the craving she’d long had for him.
