I smirked, but didn’t say a word; instead I took off my polo shirt in one a swift motion and threw it at him. He opened his mouth as if he was going to protest, but instead slung the shirt over his shoulder and started to walk back toward me. I ducked out of his reach and walked casually over to the chair, dropping down on it with one leg over the other. I looked over at him expectantly, pupils wide with lust.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” My voice was low and sultry. I unbuttoned my tight slacks and slowly pulled the zipper down, staring Axel dead in the eyes the entire time.
I gave him a little seductive smirk when I saw him gulp. I knew he wasn’t used to this side of me and, truth be told, I wasn’t either. This was completely out of character, but there was something about him that brought it out of me. It was fun and fulfilling; it was sexy and exciting. It wasn’t moderation. It wasn’t Zen. But it sure was exhilarating.
He walked over and once he was standing directly in front of me, he grabbed the hem of his football jersey to take it off. I jumped up and stopped him.
“What?”
I looked at him in awe and whispered, “You look so fucking hot in your uniform.”
“But I’m all sweaty and it’s dirty,” he said even though he knew it didn’t matter.
I let out a long breath, ran my tongue over my teeth, and looked at him like he was tastiest piece of meat I had ever seen. Every juicy steak I spent my time fantasizing about every time Shellsea made me feel guilty for not being more committed to moderation completely paled in comparison to Axel. He was far more delicious and satisfying. My eyes traveled along his broad shoulders. He looked even bigger with the shoulder pads on. His thighs were firm and muscular, strong just like the rest of him. I stepped forward, smiling deviously as I wrapped my arm around him to give his ass a squeeze.
“Nice and firm,” I giggled. “Just the way I like it.”
“I could say the same about you,” he said with a devilish smirk as he reached around and gave my own butt a pinch. I jumped and giggled. It hurt a little but the heat in my chest meant I liked it. He gave my ass cheek a slap. The still air of the massage room filled with a resounding smack.
The two of us laughed and looked around, even though we were perfectly aware that there was no one there and the door was locked. Then, quite suddenly, Axel barreled toward me and grabbed me in his arms. I wrapped my legs around him in and instant. He held me up as his lips landed on me in the most fiery kiss I had ever experienced. I had no clue what had just happened or how, all I knew was the desperate need to feel him was stronger than ever. My hips rocked against him, rubbing insistently against his rock hard bulge. We moaned against my mouth before I broke away our kiss with a whimper.
“Fuck me,” I whined, face feeling uncomfortably hot.
Axel spun around to drop down on the chair with me landing on his lap. He watched my perky breasts bounce as I landed in the chair with him. I felt his hand tugging down at my bra to find my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. I brought my hand up to my mouth and moaned into my palm. I was keenly aware of where we were and I didn’t want anybody outside to hear.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered into his ear when he started thrusting against me, hand tugging at the ends of his dark brown hair. I slid off his lap and hurriedly took off my slacks and panties. If it was any other man I might have felt awkward standing in front of him wearing nothing but a polo shirt and bra, but all I wanted was him and I wanted him as quickly as possible. I bent over and fussed with his football pants until he finally helped me out. As soon as his hardness was out I grabbed a hold of him, leaning in to kiss him eagerly. I felt out of control but, for once, I was perfectly okay with it.
I straddled him, still holding him from the base of his shaft, and guided him between my legs. As soon as I felt the tip of him breach my opening my heart went still. Then, in one quick movement, I plopped down on his lap and felt him push into me. We both drew in a rattling breath. I placed my hands on his shoulders and held on tightly as I started to ride him. I moved slow and steady at first as I made exaggerated motions with my hips. Then I yanked his jersey up, wanting to see and feel the defined muscles of his body.
In a flash he reached up and unfastened his shoulder pads, tossing them to the ground in a heap. I ran my fingers over the thick crevices of his muscles and slowed my motion a bit when he cupped my ass in his large hands. I picked up the speed of my rocking hips. In perfect rhythm I drew my body up to the head of his shaft then slammed back down onto his lap. Faster and faster. The way he closed his eyes and clenched the muscles of his jaw shut spurred me on even more.
Axel wasn’t far behind; he buried his face in the crook of my neck and sucked a kiss as one hand slid under my shirt to unclasp my bra with expert precision. He shoved my shirt and bra up enough to expose my breasts. I was the perfect handful for his calloused hands. With a smile, he took my breast into his mouth. I started riding him faster, adding a circular motion until he groaned against my flesh.
I had never had sex like this before. I had never been such a wild beast filled with lust and want. But, then again, this was the first time I was with someone who really drew it out of me. Every time I looked in his eyes I saw a million nights of teenaged fantasies where I would go to bed disappointed after. Now was my chance to make up for all those nights. Now was my chance to taste what I had only dreamed of before.
He bit down on my nipple and I cried out, but the pain was soon washed away when he swiped his tongue gently over it. At the same time, he gripped my hips and pushed up to match my rhythm, pushing deeper inside of me. He slammed up into me rough this time, but I liked it. His teeth clenched. His eyes stared at my breasts as they bounced from his bucking hips. Knowing he was as out of control as I was made everything that much hotter. I dug my nails into his flesh, my body jerking wildly on top of him. Heat coiled in my center and was ready to boil over any second.
I wasn’t even aware of how loud I was when the orgasm smashed into me like a freight truck. Instantly I crumpled onto him and buried my head into his neck.
“I’m gonna cum,” he warned. As soon as he spoke I hopped off and dropped to my knees. I swallowed his entire length in one go and hollowed my cheeks, almost immediately feeling his hot orgasm explode over my tongue. I tossed my head back and swallowed the last of it before collapsing back on the ground. He bent down and joined me on the floor with a satisfied huff.
I was lying on the floor, idly running my hands over his injured shoulder as I felt the pleasant tingles slowly fading throughout my body. He was by my side lying on his stomach, head turned to face me. His eyes were just as droopy and love drunk as mine.
“I’ve always had a thing for you,” I admitted abruptly.
Axel laughed, “It was pretty obvious... Randy.”
I socked him and paused before rubbing his shoulder a little more, working on the knot. We sat in silence for a bit with me working on his shoulder. He sighed with relief. I could only imagine how much his shoulder was affecting him.
“You know,” I said, “This is actually the best I’ve felt it, the injury. You feel loosened up.”
“Well, good sex relaxes me,” Axel sniggered.
I sighed instead of laughing or feigning flattery. I caught the look he gave me. “I don’t know what relaxes me, to be honest. I’ve tried just about everything, or at least it feels that way. I do yoga and all the healthy stuff my best friend gets me into, but at the end of the day I’m still just a ball of nerves.”
“Hmm, I’ve got an idea,” he said. I looked at him curiously as he stood up but he was soon pulling me up just enough to get me lying back on the massage table. He took off my shirt and bra completely before resting his hand by my shoulder and looking into my eyes.
“What? Are you going to massage me?” I asked jokingly.
“I wouldn’t exactly call it a massage,” he said before pushing my legs apart.
I let out a gasp when I felt his mouth press against the inside o
f my knee. He left a trail of small, wet kisses up my thigh until he reached my center. His hot breath landed on my most sensitive area and it made shivers erupt over all my skin. My body gave a small shudder. I leaned my head back with eyes closed just as he pressed his lips to my center.
“Ah,” I breathed out, hands curling over the edges of the massage table.
He dipped the tip of his tongue into the crevice right at the base of my slit and slowly dragged upward, giving a flick to my clit before repeating the motion. He did it again, only faster and with a bit more pressure. It didn’t take long for my knees to tremble and my toes to clench. He closed his mouth over me and sucked while wiggling his tongue up and down my wet lips. I moaned again before silencing myself by biting my lower lip. But when I felt him slide his whole tongue inside of me I bit down a bit too hard and cried out with both pain and pleasure.
“Oh, fuck! Axel!”
He groaned against me. I loved the way it sent vibrations into my tingling flesh. He kept working me with his tongue, never neglecting my clit, until I was writhing on the massage table. I was moaning loud and gripping the edges so hard my knuckles were white. Finally, the orgasm ran through my body like a tidal wave. I shook, muscles clenching and trembling. He stood up straight and wiped his mouth and chin off with the back of his hand. When I sat up to look at him I noticed how hard he was again. I couldn’t help but smile and giggle a little.
He arched his eyebrows with a smug smile, “I can go all night, babe.”
I reached behind me and squirted some massage oil on the palm of my hands before scooting down to the end of the massage table. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss; the moment our lips touched. I wrapped my hand around him and started stroking. He whimpered against my mouth as I placed my other hand on the back of his head to keep him from breaking the kiss.
He rocked forward. I wasn’t jerking him for long when he was already thrusting into my hand. He picked up speed, especially when he started touching my breasts. His thrusting went so hard and fast the massage table was bumping against the wall. His hips jerked forward and I knew he was about to come, so I cupped my hand just as his orgasm shot out and dripped all over my hands.
I got up and washed my hands in the bathroom. When I was done getting dressed, Axel only had his boxers on. He was fixing up his dirty uniform to throw in the hamper once he headed back to the locker room.
He turned to look at me with a smile, “Like what you see, huh?”
I laughed and smacked him playfully on the arm. Then pressed my lips to the exact same spot, as if a sweet peck could ease the pain. He cupped my chin and pressed his lips to the corner of my mouth before moving to finish getting dressed. I lounged in the chair as he finished up, pulling at my curls and watching them bounce.
“Even now it looks good,” he winked.
“I’m a wash-and-go kind of girl so I guess there isn’t much to mess up.” It was a lie, but it was one I was hell bent on keeping up. I had no clue why, but I was obsessed with keeping it secret just how much time and effort I actually put into styling my hair every day. It was embarrassing.
When we finally emerged from the massage room we saw Dr. Killian standing against the wall across from the door.
“Long session?” he asked, with raised eyebrows.
I felt my cheeks blush and something heavy drop to the pit of my stomach. My throat went instantly dry. I thought of how loud we were and how stupid it was to have done that. I was too busy cursing myself in my mind to respond to him, but luckily Axel stepped up and did the talking.
“I was a mess and she fixed me right up.”
I had three nanny interviews scheduled. It was tedious, but it was also the most important person I would have to hire. I wanted only the best for my little girl so I needed to be sure I picked not only the most qualified person, but one I got good vibes from. She had to get along with Molly and she couldn’t just up and leave like Janice did.
I didn’t want to find myself in another situation like that one. I grit my teeth and pushed the thought of Janice away because all it ever did was cause me to get angry. I still thought she was ungrateful and not worth a crap as a professional. What the hell kind of professional gives up a steady, high-paying gig like the one I had offered her? And to top it off, she left with no notice.
So I spent the day watching each of the three nannies play with Molly. They were all nice enough and Molly was receptive to each one. I should have found comfort in that but, instead, I felt a twinge of guilt I had never felt before. Was I just pawning my kid off onto some stranger. Whoever I hired was just someone else on my payroll and, for some reason, that idea bothered me for the first time ever. No matter how qualified the nanny may have been and how well she might get along with Molly, she still wasn’t family to my little girl. I was entrusting the well-being of my child to someone I wrote a check for—just like my manager.
When the last one left, a busty blond young lady who was obviously into me, I leaned back on my couch and let out along sigh. I felt drained and unaccomplished; it was annoying. Even though Molly was taken with the last nanny I knew she was off the list. I didn’t feel like having someone like her around; I could tell she would constantly be flirting with me. I didn’t want that by a longshot.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my cell phone ringing. Molly was off in her bedroom doing something silly, no doubt, and I was too tired to move. I lazily reached out for the phone and answered the call; it was Larry.
“How’d the interviews go, Axe?”
I rolled my eyes at the mention of my nickname. When it was used off the field or outside of official football events it seemed stupid. It was probably just the way Larry said it that bothered me, but Larry was over the top with everything.
“Unhelpful,” I muttered.
“None of them hot enough for ya?” He laughed. I could practically see the man patting himself on the back.
I rolled my eyes, “I’m not looking to hire a call girl, Larry. I’m looking for someone who is going to take care of my child.
Larry stopped laughing at once, “Right. So tell me the problem.”
I didn’t really feel like getting into it, least of all with Larry. The man wasn’t capable of understanding any of it.
“None of them felt right.” I could almost hear him reeling on the other end, wanting to make a joke along the lines of me feeling them up and them not being my ‘type’. I rolled my eyes again even though he never made the joke. I was frustrated and I knew Larry was picking up on it. No matter how dense he could be, sometimes even he wouldn’t miss that.
“Well, who cares how they felt? They just got to do the job, and do it well I mean, and then go home. I mean, what else is there to it? It's just a job to them anyway.”
Right at that moment Molly bounced into the room where I was sitting. There was a huge grin on her face, but I could see it in her eyes that she needed a short nap. I pulled her onto my lap protectively and rocked her as she curled up comfortably.
“It shouldn’t be just a job,” I protested. I was thinking out loud more than telling him.
Molly squawked about being interrupted from her nap. She looked up at me with her cute, blue eyes and my chest tightened. She was too precious to be left in the hands of someone who saw her like they saw any other job. I cupped her cheek and nudged her head so that she rested it against me again, lovingly stroking her dark brown hair.
“Look, Larry, I’ve got to go.” Before he could object I ended the call and sat the phone aside. I would much rather be with Molly than talking to him.
She sat up and looked at him. Her eyes were still sleepy, but I could tell she was in the mood to fight the nap. She’d rather be playing. She pulled her doll to her chest and started twirling the hair around her fingers, humming a song from one of the television shows she liked to watch with Janice. I felt the twinge of guilt again. Molly moved around a bit before settling in, leaning her head on me for a moment. She pl
aced her doll on my leg and reached up to tug on my ears instead. She giggled loudly and I gave in with a wholehearted laugh.
“What’s up, buttercup?” I asked with a bright smile.
“I’m happy you my daddy,” Molly said with the cutest little smile I had ever seen.
I kissed her on the forehead and she snuggled against me. I saw the doll on the couch, at her side, and I realized I hadn’t bought her anything new in a while. For once, it didn’t really bother me. I usually couldn’t go more than two or three days without bringing her a small present. She didn’t seem to care. Something about that made me smile. I wanted to buy her something, but the affection she had just shown was more heartwarming than the excitement she had when I handed her yet another gift.
“I’m happy I’m your daddy too,” I whispered against the top of her head.
I was lounging around in bed when my phone rang. I was surprised to see it was Zak calling.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, big bro?”
“Hey,” his voice came in. “How’s it going?”
“Not bad, not bad at all.”
“Sounds like there’s something to tell,” he said right away. I could already feel the brotherly third degree surfacing.
“Maybe,” I said vaguely. I knew it drove him nuts when I did that. Taking my duty as the annoying kid sister seriously, I never missed a chance to bug him.
Zak scoffed, “Oh, you’ll spill. Anyway, guess who’s all done building that tree house? The kids love it.”
“Way to pat yourself on the back there,” I laughed.
“Well, why shouldn’t I? I did a good job. I deserve a pat on that back.” He paused and I already knew what was coming. “Or maybe a massage.”
“Get over it,” I said, popping a cookie into my mouth. It was total gluttony but they were too delicious for me to care. I was all about sweet treats the past couple of days.
“I can hear you crunching over the phone, you know. It’s kinda gross.”
“Yeah right,” I mumbled, still munching away. “It’s nothing compared to the T-rex noises you make every time you eat.”
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