Axel’s firm fingers skim the back of my neck, causing X-rated shivers and thoughts to flow through me.
“Are you having fun?” he whispers in my ear, his breath teasing the shell of my ear.
I crack. This is not where I want to be. I long to be where I should have been the entire week. I vacate my seat. He looks up surprised. I whisper my response.
“No. I’m going to get on the elevator. Then, I’m going to the room to take off my clothes. It’s up to you to choose where I strip.” I wave to the girls and Bodhi. “Good night,” I toss over my shoulder as I strut off with more confidence than I feel.
I’m really fucking nervous. What if he doesn’t follow? I press the up button; each chime raises my blood pressure. I hope I didn’t misread the situation and overplay my hand. I want him. But, the way my self-esteem is set up, I cannot come back down if he doesn’t come to me. The doors part, clearing me for entry. I exhale. The emptiness of the car reflects how I feel in my bones. It hums impatiently while I hover over the precipice. I bravely step forward only to be pushed the rest of the way by a hard body. My hormones rejoice when I’m turned around by strong arms until my back presses against the reflective wall.
Axel towers over me as he chooses his floor and inserts his card. His blue eyes blaze with kinky promises, naughty intentions, and very dirty thoughts. The hairs that have escaped from his low ponytail frames his face. His feral crown intensifies his sex appeal.
“Did you think I’d pass up the opportunity to fuck you?”
Either his question is completely rhetorical, or he was too impatient to wait for an answer. White-hot lust skips in my blood as his lips and hands own my body. Our alcohol-infused tongues duke it out while his hands boldly inventory my body. I want to pack my shit and move into this moment. My lady parts tingle, all preparing their stations for a visitor. ‘It’s showtime, bitch’ they all scream.
I moan hard into his mouth, my fingers snaking into his silky strands to gain some sort of purchase. This kiss makes every other kiss its bitch. It taunts all my past kisses with a cocky ass ‘thanks for playing.’ Axel simultaneously kneads an ass cheek and a boob as his oral assault moves to my neck. I moan and hiss like a crazed cat, but I’m too horny to care. My clit throbs with each pull of his mouth on my throat.
This is the longest fucking elevator ride. I want to Hulk out and smash my way through. I need to get to the eleventh floor. The door pings, and I’m dangerously close to doing a touchdown dance. The other inhabitants of the hotel are lucky they didn’t need to use the elevator. I cannot guarantee that I would have been able to stop kissing him.
Axel drags me down the hall, a man on a mission. I’m breathless for multiple reasons. I can’t put my finger on it, but it needles around in my brain. This feels…huge, not the-outline-of-the-erection-in-Axel’s-jeans, huge. NO, it feels important, momentous, more significant than my very first time. Strangely, I can’t help but feel that this is the beginning of something bigger than a hotel fuck.
Axel abruptly turns and presses the plastic room card in my palm.Okay, here we go. I turn to the door. The card is nearly lined up with the slot when Axel pounces again. I press my palms to the door to brace myself from his force. The card slips out of my hand, but the way his teeth press into the nape of my neck has me giving no fucks.
His erection presses against my ass cheeks as one big hand tips my chin up. He reclaims my mouth from behind. I don’t care anymore. He could strip me naked right here in the hall. I’d let him do anything just to get rid of this throb between my legs. I love the aggressive way he grabs my boob. Axel snakes his hand under my shirt. His fingers rest atop my bra, but his thumb lands in the promised land. He toys with my nipple. It pebbles greedily for his attention.
I gasp when a rough finger presses against my clit. I wasn’t cognizant of when he’d opened my jeans and stuck his hand in my underwear, but I’m not mad he’s there. I break the kiss and moan deep when his thumb and finger start to massage both nubs in sync. I rock my hips to give us both pleasure. My movements rub his cock while getting much-needed pressure to my nubs. Call me a greyhound because I’m chasing my rabbit. My forehead presses to the cool door. Axel’s fingers delve deeper, dipping into my empty hole.
“Yes…” My encouragement is raspy and desperate.
I don’t care. All I care about is the delicious pleasure building deep inside.
“You like this,” he accuses.
I know what he’s talking about, yet the statement goes unacknowledged. I didn’t want to tell him he’s dipping into one of the fantasies I only experience in the dark—a secret between my vibrator and me.
“You like getting off in a semi-public place where we could be caught at any moment,” he continues, each word is punctuated with a thrust of his thick fingers. I’m so close my body shudders its warning. “I could push your clothes down to your ankles, stick my dick inside you, and fuck you against this door. You’d let me because the thought of being fucked so riskily soaks your tight pussy.”
My entire body breaks apart. The intensity of my orgasm shakes me to the core. My greedy channel sucks his finger deeper with each spasm.
He doesn’t give me time to catch my breath before kissing me again. I find my back pressed against the door, Axel lifts me with a firm grip on my ass. The tight pull of my legs encircling his waist causes my unzipped jeans dip lower, exposing more of my ass. He tugs on my bra until one of my nipples peek out just above it. Perfect teeth sink into my sensitive flesh. Heat shoots from my nipple and spreads to my body. Wildly, I grip his shoulders.
“Axel…” I beg.
His mouth is sweet, sweet torture. I need him to either do what he’d just suggested or get me in his room. Just then, the door beeps and opens behind me. I briefly wonder if there is such a thing as a sexual fairy godmother until I hear Axel speak.
“Thanks, Mike. Come back tomorrow for your tip, bro.”
My eyes slide open just in time to see an amused employee disappear around the corner. I wait for embarrassment or shame to swallow me whole. It doesn’t. Maybe I’ll feel something in the harsh daylight with a less tipsy mind; right now, all I want is for Axel to bury himself as deep inside me as possible. I lose a shoe during the journey to his bed, my surroundings blur with the speed Axel carries my body through the suite.
My back collides with the mattress. Axel’s nails graze my skin as he yanks my jeans and panties down with such force, they go from fashionably ripped to ripped-in-real-life. I tug a leg free, completely baring my most intimate self to him.
Axel’s hot gaze softens, a smirk pulls at his lips. My sexed-up brain is briefly confused until he fingers the little patch of hair.
“You’re too cute.” He laughs.
I would scowl or give him a side-eye if his hands weren’t currently busy undoing his belt. As a dumped single person with a penchant for avoiding the opposite sex, I was easily bored. Since my uh…lady garden wasn’t getting any action, I’d decided to find a different way to amuse myself and that part of my body.
My little hairs have been hot pink, red, blonde, non-existent, a landing strip, and so on. The day before we’d left for Hawaii I’d decided to be totally girly and requested that Rosa—the best damn waxer in Texas—give me a little heart. The same heart I’d completely forgotten about until now. I didn’t expect anyone to know of its existence except for Rosa and me.
