“Not even in one?” I ask in disbelief. “You always thought it would be you?”
His lips curve into the smirk I love, lust dancing with his usual bold features. I surrender to his movements, letting him move me over him again and again and again. “In all of those dreams, I was deep inside you, begging you to be mine. Not letting you finish until you agreed to let me have you once and for all.”
I cry out, his cock hitting me in just the right place to send sparks down my spine. “Maybe we should… let that happen, like you always imagined,” I suggest, heat pulling under my skin.
“But this is better than any dream, baby,” he whispers huskily. He keeps the rhythm steady, grinding my hips over him at just the right speed and harshness. My clit sings with every swipe, wetness seeping through my panties, but he doesn’t stop. He drives me wild with the motion, my head becoming dizzy as the rope gets pulled tighter and tighter.
Holy shit… am I going to come like this? Fully clothed and grinding on his leg?
It’s like he reads my mind, because he grips tighter and groans. “Fuck, baby. Are you going to come? You feel so fucking good, rubbing against me like the beautiful little whore you are.”
There’s a panting noise I soon figure out is coming fromme. I try to quicken the pace, desperate for whatever pleasure he is trying to pull out of me, but he keeps me locked in his grip, loving the control he has over me in this moment. “That’s it, Stacey,” he whispers, and it shoots right through me to my clit. “My fucking slut, take it. I want to see your body contort with it. I want you dripping over my thigh until your scent is soaked all the way in.”
The edge of the cliff is almost there, and I grunt with the force of it, wanting nothing more than to feel this incredible, surprising finish witheverything in me.
“A little bit more. Keep going, you’re almost there.Fuck.” His head leans back, his pace faltering slightly as he curses under his breath. His cock twitches right near my skin, causing something to snap. The repeated motion overstimulates my clit until it’s pulsating and releasing. The orgasm flies right through me, and my hips move of their own accord to continue the pleasure, rubbing against him in a way that feels primal and intimate as sound after sound falls from my lips. I can hear him laugh in the sexiest way, his voice broken with desire. “That’s it. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
When my hips can’t possibly move anymore, and the orgasm starts to subside, I go limp in his arms. He holds me, clutches me closer as he breathes deeply by my ear, and I feel safe. Like there is nothing we can’t do together, til the end of our days.
“That was—” I swallow, my throat dry and breathing uneven. “Intense.”
“That was hot,” he says, adding his own adjective. “I can’t wait to come up with more creative ways to make you come.”
Even though I like the sound of that, my cheeks blush all the same. “I’m sure there are plenty of things we can try.”
“And wewill,” Axl declares. “Because I love to see your pretty face come undone with pleasure.”
“Stop it,” I say, not having the energy to push him.
“Nope, you’re stuck with me now. I’m your boyfriend.”
“Boyfriend.” I sigh in relief, in happiness, my face relaxing into his chest. My world feels a little more bearable.
EIGHTEEN
I wish I could say I was nervous about the confrontation that’s about to unfold in front of me, but it would be a lie. If anything, I’m itching for it. For too long, my peers have spat at me, called me names, knocked me down, and there’s never been anything I could do to retaliate. Because if I did, I would become exactly who they always claimed, despite being kicked first and beaten into the ground. I’ve always had to watch my back before anyone tried to strike, because I wouldn’t be able to get even.
It’s been hovering over me for so long, but now they’ve messed with the wrong person. I’m not the one getting burned, Stacey is, and that’s not something I can stay quiet about.
I see a glimpse of her blonde hair at the corner of the room, sitting idly beside her mother and father. Like me, she never attends these meetings, but today is too valuable. It’s important to show them we’re not going to back down, not even when they are all against us.
Mayor Greenwood goes on and on about something going on at the local post office. Then briefly discusses how the council is trying to negotiate with the foodbank in Oakson Lake to organize a charity event, and an echo of groans falls over thecrowd. My jaw clenches at the blatant disrespect. The people here are all up for charity work unless it means having to fraternize with their supposed enemies.
Just another demonstration of poorly executed activism. They can all pretend they’re good people as much as they want, but the proof is in the pudding.
After the horrible display of classism, the mayor finishes up the rest of the meeting, going over anything else that probably doesn’t need nearly as much attention as people think it does. When he closes the folder in front of him, I brace myself for impact. “Does anyone have anything they want to add or discuss today?”
My father stands from his spot. “Yes, Richard. I do think there’s something that needs to be discussed. With your permission, I’d like to take the floor.”
His eyes narrow the tiniest bit at me, at my father, but ultimately nods, ever the diplomat. “What’s the problem, Frank?”
Stacey turns to look at us and catches my eye. I wink at her, filtering some ease into the tension I see in her features. She’s obviously scared, nervous about being in the spotlight in such a negative manner, but I’ll hold the confidence for both of us. I don’t mind it one bit.
My dad walks forward and I follow, standing in the broad aisleway so everyone can see us. “As most of you are probably aware, there is a video circulating of my son and his girlfriend. Although it may not be considered explicit by law standards, it is still horrid that someone filmed them in an intimate setting and posted the video without their consent.” He grits out the words, the seriousness in his tone evident to everyone in the room. They are all used to my father in the courtroom, but he is a jolly guy outside of his job, so they all stare at him in surprise and disgust.
“Regardless, I have a court order for Miss Price.” He holdsup a folder and everyone collectively gasps like we’re in a soap opera. “She must delete the video in forty-eight hours from the internet and all personal devices or she will be legally required to pay compensation to both individuals in the video.”
I didn’t miss how he diverted from using either of our names to give us privacy. My smile can’t be contained as I watch him, his chin lifted, his head held high. A chair skirts abruptly as someone stands up. “I’m not paying them a fucking cent!” Gabby announces, her face twisted in revulsion.
