“But Latoya had a rather specific suggestion of a way I could thank you for buying me a magazine. Things got a little hectic..”
“You did thank me. On your couch, in your bed, and on the plane…”
“Not like this, Axel.”
I slide down his body and slide his dick into my mouth. He hums his approval as my head bobs up and down, taking more of him deeper into my mouth with each pass. Axel’s head falls back as he moans hard when the head of his dick slides down my throat.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” he begs.
His fingers burrow into my hair, the tips massaging my scalp, as he rocks into my mouth to maximize his pleasure. Axel is usually the one with the sexual blitz attacks. Having the upper hand and making him love it has me high off sexual power. I’m moaning on his dick as I relax my mouth and allow him to thrust down my throat. My saliva drips on the hand I have wrapped around his base. I use it to slicken my strokes and tease his balls.
I squeeze his balls just as I suck hard and am rewarded with a shudder. I do it again in quick succession to give him a pulsing sensation until his crooning my name as he unloads down my throat. Our eyes are locked as I lick the last drop of him off my lips.
Axel grabs the band of my shorts and pulls me to him. He seals our lips taking a hungry kiss. We make out like horny teens who are scared of the homerun. Coming up for air, he kneads my breast as he pulls one into his mouth. The way he bites me makes me throb.
“I’ll have to be sure to thank Latoya for her suggestion.” He grabs my chin forcing me to look into his startling eyes. “The longer I wait, the more ways I come up with to fuck you. You just might pass out.”
* * *
It’s a beautiful Saturday,but Axel and I had a little work to finish up. He’d gone to the office for a meeting, and I’m creating content I was supposed to have done for sponsors last week. Everything was on hold, but my offers came back once I’d posted the video Axel sent of Dre’s and Ashley's confession and apology—the memory earned him another blow job. I’m on the phone with a graphic designer discussing the new look and logo for the magazine when Axel’s doorbell rings.
Thinking it’s the grocery delivery, I go to the door without properly checking the camera. Swinging it open, I’m faced with two rather tall yet pale people. My brain sifts through it’s storage to conclude Axel’s parents decided to drop in from God knows where.
This is not the shit I need right now. Plus, I had plans to seduce Axel the minute he walked through the door. I’m feening for sex just as bad as him. His parents just killed that.
“Hold on, Aiden.” I put my hand over the phone. “Uh, hello. Axel is at the office.” I tell them, hoping they’ll go away. I’m not being mean, but the only time I’ve seen them is when they froze on camera. I don’t owe them anything at this point.
“We know,” his mom says cooly and breezes past me. I step back to allow his dad, and their fucking luggage, entry.
Oh great.
“I’m sorry but I really need to finish this call. I’ll assume you’ve been here before and have some sort of routine with Axel like a room you’d normally sleep in and things like that since you’re his parents. I’ll leave you to it.” I wave on my way back to the office, then close my door.
Turning on my Bluetooth, I continue the call as I send Axel a text.
Heaven: Your parents are here.
Axel: The fuck?
Heaven: With luggage. I’m on a business call. I kind of left them hanging. Give them a call.
Axel: Okay. I’m done. Getting in the car.
Heaven: Good. I’m not. See you when I’m done.
Happy with Axel pending arrival, I dive back into what makes me money.
Axel
I return home to find Hanna and Alger sifting through the groceries Heaven and I picked out for delivery. I sigh before they can hear me then greet them like I don’t mind they’re here. Normally, I wouldn’t mind. My house is big enough, and I don’t have bad blood, but I haven’t spoken to them since they were rude to Heaven. I wasn’t avoiding them, I just got caught up in fucking Heaven and putting her ex in his place.
“Mom, Dad, nice to see you. What brings you to Malibu?”
“You, silly.” I don’t believe my mom’s giggle for shit. “What kind of hostess is your girlfriend? She let us in an hour ago, and we haven’t seen her since.”
“A busy one who was dropped in on without any notice.”
“What could have her so busy? You’re a CEO of a major corporation, and yet, here you are,” my dad adds as he studies the hazelnut spread Heaven ordered.
