Until then, I’ll find small ways to display him, to claim him.
Axl’s lips are smooth and delicious. He swallows my moans, grips my body, and holds me close, making me feel dainty in his arms. As things heat up, our kiss quickens, and I suddenly can’tfeel enough skin. My hands find his shirt, his beautiful shirt I love. I don’t have the patience or will to think it through, so I rip it open, sending buttons flying to the crystal floor. They bounce around, and Axl groans against me, cursing under his breath. I’ll have to pay to fix his shirt later, but I don’t care, because now his bare chest is available to me and my hands are touching his skin, which is all I really wanted.
“You little minx,” he laughs under his breath before picking me up and wrapping my legs around him. I let out a gasp, my core hitting his hard cock that’s jutting out from his tuxedo pants in an obscene display of desire. He rubs it against me, and I suddenly wish my dress was short and accessible. I pull it up higher, and he helps me in a rush of adrenaline, freeing my bottom half from the constraints of my dress as it bundles around my waist. He pulls me closer, and this time when his cock slides over me, I can feel him in his entirety. A loud moan escapes, and he chuckles under his breath, kissing me with fervor before he balances me with one arm and moves his hand to the inside of my thigh.
“You have to be quiet, baby,” he whispers against my lips, his fingers moving slowly. I thrust my hips, trying to force any friction, but he persists. “You don’t want them to come here and see what I’m doing to you. Their perfect little angel, letting her devil take her any way he wants.”
My fingers lock into his hair. “Axl…please.”
“I fucking love it when you beg,” he groans, his fingers finally finding the wet material between my legs. He massages it, letting the rough lace touch me in every sensitive place. I let out a cry of relief, loving the way he manipulates my body with the slightest touch. My hips move on their own, trying to get more friction, more swiftness from him, but then his hand is gone.
A protest tries to bubble up my throat, but then I hear thesound of his zipper, and my body lights up with need. He rests my back against the wall and reaches down, pulling my panties to the side, and doesn’t make me wait for it. He watches my face as he impales me, every inch as glorious as the last, and when his hips meet mine, and he’s all the way in, we both moan with relief at the feeling.
“Your pussy was fucking made for me,” he rasps in my ear. “Every single part of you speaks to the beast inside me. Makes him ravenous. Makes him yearn for more.”
He pulls his cock back and thrusts back in, eliciting a strangled sound from my throat. He does it again. And again. Until we’re going at a rhythm that’s already pulling a tiny earthquake between my shaking legs.
“Yesss, baby,” he encourages, his cock moving at a fast but steady pace, making a mess of me as my scent falls out into the empty dining room. “You fucking wreck me.”
His thumb finds my clit. My fingers move to his shoulders and then his chest as I try to find a grip. He whimpers in my ear, and the sound sends a shockwave down my spine, sparks moving to my core that cause black spots to form behind my eyelids.
“I’m going to fill you up, give you every last drop, and then you’ll have to walk around that fancy ballroom with me dripping down your thighs.”
His words fuel the fire inside me, my nails digging into his chest with every thrust. “Please, please, please,” I chant before placing my teeth into the crook of his neck and biting down to keep myself quiet. He growls at the sting, his cock jerking inside me. His fingers pinch my clit, and the feeling erupts. My body pulls taut, and the energy shoots through my body at an accelerated pace. I can feel myself squeezing around him as he keeps up the pace, pulling every bit of pleasure from my wrecked frame as I muffle a scream into his shoulder. He holdsme tight, his cock spilling inside me as his hips falter and he comes with a beautiful sound I wish I could bottle up and replay over and over again. It sends another shock through my system before my body relaxes, completely wrung out.
We clutch onto each other, our panting heavy and our desire sedated, but I still want nothing more than to stay right here with him. He kisses the inside of my wrist and pulls out, careful not to pull out too fast as I’m still getting used to the delightful soreness that follows. He quickly puts away his cock and helps me readjust my skirt, a cocky smile adorning his lips.
“Are you thinking about your cum dripping down my legs?” I ask, letting a laugh escape.
“I mean, it’s a bonus,” he jokes. Our pants still meld together as his hand goes to my cheek and gives it a loving caress. “I’m just glad you’ll have a small piece of me out there.”
“Oh shit.”
The random voice comes from the door, and we both turn to see a small group of bodies standing there, blinking at us in surprise. Gabby stands at the front, an evil smile overtaking her face. It takes me a second to see she’s holding her camcorder, the flash bright and pointed in our direction.
“Look at what we have here,” she laughs, stepping forward to get a better shot of us in our afterglow. My heart starts beating a mile a minute, and Axl steps in front of me, blocking me from the view of the camera.
Hannah and Quinn step up behind her, but then I see Brent, his features pinched together. My eyes widen as he looks between us, obviously coming to the right conclusion about what he’s seeing.
“Brent—” I start to say, but he shakes his head and starts out the door, leaving faster than he arrived. Gabby cackles and Quinn smirks, but Hannah looks horrified with her hand in front of her mouth. She looks over at Gabby, unsure of what todo, but she does take a step away from them, distancing herself from their heartless actions.
“I guess the whole town will know your secret by tomorrow, Stacey,” Gabby says, snapping the camcorder shut and letting it fall to her side. “What a shame. Sorry Brent had to see that, but he asked where his girlfriend was and I felt inclined to show him.”
“You’re such a cold-heartedbitch,” I sneer at her, moving to stomp my way toward her, but Axl’s arms move around me, keeping me from charging forward. “You’ve always been a shitty friend. Who the fuck are you to meddle with my life?”
“Oh, that’s rich,” Gabby replies. “It seems like you were meddling with your own life, darling. I just shined a light on it. Literally.”
“You had noright.”
“Maybe. But you hooking up with the town freak is pure gold. I don’t know why I never saw it coming.”
She laughs again and turns to leave, satisfied by her little display. Quinn follows her obediently. Hannah stays behind for a moment, looking nervous and unsure of what to say, but ultimately leaves when she sees how destroyed I look.
I feel all sorts of emotions bubbling up inside me. Embarrassment, disappointment, anger. But there’s also relief, like now that someone has tugged the mask off, I no longer have any reason to put it back on.
“Stacey—” Axl says, trying to soothe me by touching my arms, but I step out of them.
“I need to go,” I say abruptly, moving out of his arms. A tiny crackle of his scent hits my nostrils, but I don’t focus on that. There’s a storm of my own building inside me, and I need to get somewhere outside of this building so I can let it overtake me.
