“Well, I’m inadvertently part of it. I’m the distraction.”
I blink at her, wondering if I’m stupid or if I’m just drunk and not following. Shelby just smiles wider as she grabs my hand.
“I’m taking Lily to the bathroom,” she announces, embarrassingly.
“Shelby!” I hiss her name, tugging at her hold on my hand. She’s much stronger than me though and drags me along to the ladies’ room. “I don’t have to pee.”
“Oh, yeah, you do.” She tosses the door open and pushes me in first. I turn around to look at her, but all I’m met with is a closed door.
“What the fuck, Shelby?” I shout it loud enough that I know she can hear it through the door.
“You mind lockin’ the door, darlin’?” His voice is a cool balm over my overheated body, and I smile to myself as I reach down and lock the door before spinning around.
Axel looks fucking delicious in a white t-shirt, his cut, and black pants. I don’t know if it’s the alcohol or the way my body craves Axel, but I’m feeling confident.
“You’re my birthday present?” I tease.
He confidently steps towards me, one hand gripping my hip as the other presses against the door for balance. I look up at him, biting my lip.
He leans down to whisper against the side of my face. His breath smells like liquor as he speaks. “If you’ll have me, birthday girl.”
“What did you have in mind?” my voice hitches as I ask the question. I press my thighs together, but his palm moves from my hip to cup my pussy.
“We don’t have a lot of time, and as much as I’d love to fuck you so good you don’t remember how to speak, I want to take my time with you,” he states assuredly.
“Okay,” I breathe out.
He clasps my hips, making me gasp as he picks me up and places me on top of the small ceramic sink. His hands don’t leave me as he leans in and kisses me like it’s been years since our last kiss. I moan into his mouth as his hands grip me harder while he hitches my dress up and tugs down the waistband of my panties. I feel the material hang loosely on my left foot, and I kick them away.
The back of my head hits the mirror lightly, making me laugh, but I don’t part from the kiss. How could I, when I can feel Axel smiling against my lips? When he breaks the kiss, my first reaction is to pout, but his words end that train of thought.
“Birthday girl’s choice: Do you want my fingers or my mouth?”
“Mouth,” I answer immediately. He pulls back, smirking at me.
I watch in awe as this man falls to his knees before me. He doesn’t give a shit that we’re in a bathroom, or that his entire club is just a hallway away. I brace myself by holding onto the sink with one hand as Axel grips my hips and pulls me to the edge. I can’t help but tangle my hand in his soft blond hair ashe kisses up my thigh. His lips are soft, and there’s just enough stubble on his face to make me shiver with each press of his skin.
Each touch is reverent, and I can’t help but feel wholly loved and cherished. Maybe it’s the ferocity in his eyes, but I never want Axel to look at me any other way than he is right now. His blue eyes don’t leave mine as he licks and sucks on the flesh, leaving a trail of saliva behind until he gets to my pussy. I thought maybe with the way he was teasing, he would start off soft and gentle, but he doesn’t. His lips wrap around my clit and he sucks. The yelp that leaves me is loud and indecent.
Axel doesn’t tell me to be quiet, and I suppose the music is loud enough that I don’t need to be. Something about that turns me on even more. The fear of getting caught, of someone hearing, and that this is happening in the clubhouse I’m barred from most times, makes everything ten times hotter.
Axel slides two fingers inside of me as he continues to lick and suck my clit. He goes down on me in a way that lets me know he’s enjoying himself, that he gets pleasure from bringing me to the edge of release. There’s a nagging feeling of guilt in my brain that I haven’t gotten him off yet, but I shove it down and just enjoy this moment.
My grip tightens in his hair, and he moans into my pussy.
Maybe it’s the alcohol, the forbiddenness of it all, or maybe Axel is just amazing at eating pussy, but I come way too soon. My thighs tighten around his head as I shatter, mumbling out praise and thanks for how good he’s making me feel. His tongue and fingers don’t stop, and I know his hand is going to be covered in my release.
I’m trembling and barely keeping myself up on the sink as I clench around his fingers. It nearly feels like too much, and I tug on his hair, attempting to pull him away, but he resists.
“Axel,” I whisper out his name. He just moans against my oversensitive clit making me shiver. “Axel, stop.”
He pulls back, my slick glistening on his chin.
“Come here,” I tell him.
He stands up, stepping between my legs as I bring his mouth to mine to enjoy the taste of myself on his tongue.
“Fuck,” he mumbles against my lips. I bring my hands down and unbuckle his belt. He tries to pull away but I don’t let him. “Baby, we don’t have time.”
