“Yes,” he grunts, his hips never faltering as he catches my gaze. “Oh, my beautiful little slut. Come on my cock. Gush all over me, I fuckingneedit.”
“Fuck.” A few more thrusts and my orgasm flies through me. He tries to continue his pace, but my pussy tightens around him and he cusses, holding me tight as my body tenses and releases.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Good girl,” he whispers. A loud moan escapes me, and I don’t even care because I think I lied yesterday.Thisis the best feeling in the world. My body is suspended in absolute bliss, and it explodes up my spine. It’s like every bit of negativity or nasty thing is expelled from my body, leaving behind a heightened feeling. Like nothing can touch us here in the clouds.
Axl’s hips falter as he finally loses control. He moans into my neck, the sound so loud in my ear it makes my stomach flip. He comes long and hard, the most beautiful sounds falling from his lips. Then, he pulls out of me and sprawls out beside me, out of breath.
We lay there, panting, his hand still touching me any way it can.
“You’ve just ruined me,” he mutters.
“Me?” I say, but my tired voice lacks conviction. “I don’t think I can do that with anyone else. That was insane.”
“Like I’d let you do that with someone else,” Axl jokes, a smile playing on his lips as he turns on his side and nips my shoulder. I laugh at the tickling sensation, swatting him playfully. “Like I said, your pussy was made for me. Fuck.”
“So,” I add, catching my breath. “How long does it take you guys… to like, you know?”
His smirk turns up, amused. “To what?”
“You know.”
“No, I don’t,” he says, crawling on top of me. “I think you need to tell me.”
“Oh, forget it.” I pout.
His fingers go to my core, feeling the wetness still pooled there. “It may take some time, but there’s something I can do for you in the meantime.”
As he descends down my body and his fingers enter me, I let out a surprised but happy squeal.
What a time to be alive.
THIRTEEN
Playing: “I Caught Myself” by Paramore
The past weekhas been a whirlwind.
Now that the band between us has officially snapped, Axl and I can’t seem to stay away from each other. We meet any chance we can, which is normally after practice or after class. And I’ve been skipping lunch every day to spend more time with him.
One night, he even snuck into my bedroom on the second floor. I’m not sure how my parents didn’t hear that one, but the terrace outside my window definitely felt the brunt of it. He was not light on his feet at all. But he made up for that in other ways, as he put his hand over my mouth and kept me quiet while he did amazing things to my body.
I’d never known sex could be so amazing. There’s never been any interest in it. Never knew what I was missing. I’ve never been so wanton in my life.
Axl has shown me a whole new side to myself, in more ways than one.
The only downside is Brent. We’re pretty hands-off in our relationship. We like to give each other space, but he has been avoiding me like the plague. I’ve called him every single day, have tried to find him at school… I even went to his apartment, but his roommate told me Brent hadn’t been home in a few days. If both Quinn and Hannah hadn’t told me they saw him in their Anthropology lecture, I might have issued a missing persons report becauseholy shit.
Of course he chooses to ignore me theoneweek when I actually need to talk to him. Every day that goes by without hearing from him breeds more guilt, but I know I can’t hold back how I feel anymore. I’ve kept it buried inside me for so long even I believed what I felt was simple fascination.
This thing between Axl and I has been building for so long, and I’m finally ready to let it burst through. But that doesn’t mean I’m not also afraid of what will happen when people find out, which is inevitable at this point.
“You’re not gettingthat, are you?” Gabby sneers, her eyes looking at my dress with disgust.
I take another look at myself in the dressing room mirror. The dress is long, and the lilac is so pretty against my skin. I flatten the skirt and feel the chiffon between my fingers. “What? I thought it was pretty.”
“It’s not,” she says blatantly before scooting beside me and looking at herself in the mirror. Her dress is so poofy and bright, it’s an eyesore, but to each her own.
“Well, I think it’s gorgeous,” Hannah cuts in from the seat in the corner. “It’s perfect for your parents’ gala.”
