by Ali Parker
“Seven.”
She nodded but didn’t smile. “Okay.”
We didn’t say anything to each other for the rest of the day. She didn’t seem angry, by any stretch, but she wasn’t her normal self either. I hoped she had heard what I told her about Jamie. There weren’t any expectations about her being around. I was just doing Jax a favor. The same way he would for me if the tables were turned.
I heard Ellie buzz herself through the gate at about five to seven. She was always punctual. I went to the front door and left it open for her to come in once she had parked her car.
She came in a few minutes later. I heard her taking off her shoes and then listened to her pad quietly down the hall to join me in the kitchen.
“Hey,” she said, pausing in the archway like she was waiting for instructions.
She looked fine as hell. I didn’t know if she had done it on purpose or not. Her hair was down, as it always was when we weren’t working. It was loosely curled, and a few strands hung around her bright eyes. She was wearing a tight black T-shirt beneath a leather jacket. Her jeans were snug and formfitting and full of rips and tears that revealed patches of smooth, tanned legs.
In her right hand was a bottle of red wine.
“Hey,” I said. It felt like too much time had passed between our greetings. “You didn’t have to bring wine.”
She blushed. “I didn’t know what kind of conversation you wanted to have. I wanted to be prepared.”
I walked around the counter between us and took the bottle from her hand. “Then, I’ll pour us each a glass.”
She smiled. “Okay.”
She was nervous. Really nervous. Her hands were clasped in front of her, and she was fiddling with her fingers and spinning the silver ring on her right pinky round and round. I uncorked the wine and filled a glass for her. Then I handed it to her, and my fingers grazed hers. She pulled back quickly, holding the glass to her chest for a moment before taking a sip. She never met my eyes.
“Dinner is already on the table. Come on. Let’s sit.” I made for the table outside on the patio. The weather was comfortable. The sun was just setting, and I found it peaceful out in my backyard. The view might not have been the nicest—it was just my shop and a decent patch of grass—but it would do.
I pulled out Ellie’s chair for her, and she thanked me before settling into it. She put down her wine glass and tucked herself into the table. “You cooked all this?” She looked up at me as I took the seat across from her.
“Yes. Try not to sound so surprised.”
The corner of her mouth twitched, and she shook her head. “Not terribly surprised. Pleasantly surprised. There’s a difference.”
“Sure,” I said as I plucked my steak knife from its napkin and set to cutting into the steak on my plate. Ellie followed suit. We were quiet for the first couple of bites.
“This is delicious,” she said, pointing at the meat with her fork. “Thank you.”
“In your world, would this constitute as pampering?” I arched an eyebrow.
She smiled despite having a mouthful of potatoes. She kept her lips firmly sealed and blushed. Then she covered her mouth and looked at her lap as she hurried to chew. When she had swallowed, she beamed up at me. “It would.”
Feeling quite pleased with myself, I took a sip of wine.
Eating the rest of the meal was enjoyable. We talked about how pleased we both were with the new shop. Ellie seemed thrilled about having extra space, although at one point, she mentioned how it meant we would be working farther apart.
“I mean there’ll be more space between us. Physical space.” She took a large sip of wine. “We just won’t be able to talk as easily.”
I did my best not to laugh at her. “More space for a new employee to make you jealous?”
Her eyes went wide, and she went completely still. “Was I really that obvious?” She whispered.
I nodded.
“Oh my god.” She shrank in her chair, drawing into herself, and covered her face with her hands. “I don’t know what came over me. She showed up and I just-I just—”
“It’s all right, Ellie.”
“I’m not that kind of girl, I swear. I don’t know why it made me so upset that she was there. She seems nice enough. I know she wasn’t trying to like, swoop in and—” Ellie stopped talking and loaded a bite of steak into her mouth to shut herself up.
It was hard to keep my composure. I was equally as bemused as I was turned on by her rambling. It was way too fucking cute, and she had no clue.
“Did it occur to you that maybe Jamie isn’t even my type?” I asked, leaning back in my chair and swirling my wine around in my glass. I waited for her answer. I liked putting her on the spot like this.
She shook her head and gave me an apologetic smile. “No. I don’t know what you’re into. For all I knew, you liked the whole preppy lawyer’s assistant thing she had going on.”
I laughed. “That’s exactly how I would have put it too.”
“I’m sorry for jumping to conclusions and blowing you off today.”
“It’s fine,” I said.
She shook her head. “It’s embarrassing. It’s not like I have any right to be upset about who you’re hiring or working with. I can’t believe I acted so silly. It won’t happen again. And I’m sorry for assuming she was the kind of girl you wanted.”
Ellie was rambling again. I let her.
“I mean, who am I to know who you’d be into and who you wouldn’t?” she asked. Then she began answering her own question, words spilling out of her in an endless fountain of nonsense.
I chuckled, more to myself than to her, and leaned across the table. I cupped her cheek in my hand. She fell silent, and her eyes fell on my lips as I closed the space between us. When I kissed her, she melted into me.
She tasted like raspberries and wine.
The table became an instant nuisance. I stood and pushed it aside. The legs scraped on the concrete, and the dishes danced. One crashed on the ground. It didn’t matter.
I pulled Ellie to her feet and held her to me. Our kiss became wilder, more intense. Her hands held my face as she explored my mouth with her tongue. Her fingers slipped into my hair and tightened into fists as my grip went to her ass. I gave it a good squeeze, and she giggled into our kiss.
I lifted her up, holding her ass in my hands, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her like that through the patio doors and kitchen. We went down the hall, bumping into things and catching our shoulders on doorframes as we went. Somehow, Ellie managed to shrug out of her leather jacket and T-shirt by the time we reached my bedroom.
I tossed her down on the bed. She landed with another outburst of giggling and popped the button of her jeans open.
I descended upon her and worked her jeans down her hips and thighs. I kissed new skin as it appeared from beneath the denim. She sighed as I went, and in a flourish, I pulled her jeans off and let them fall to the floor.
Now, she was in nothing but a thin, lacy red bra and a pair of black panties. The bra was see-through and lacked padding. Her nipples peeked through the lace, whispering sweet hellos to me as I kissed her flat stomach and took her panties off.
Fuck, she was sexy, and she was strong. Every muscle served a purpose. Their current purpose to tremble with all-consuming orgasms.
“I’m going to take care of you, baby,” I said against the warm skin on her belly.
She sighed and relaxed deeper into the mattress.
Chapter 12
Ellie
“I’m going to take care of you, baby.”
Those words sounded like music to my ears as they passed between his lips. I sank deeper into the mattress as Axel grazed my skin with his fingertips and worked his way down my body until he settled between my legs.
He hooked his thumbs in my panties and pulled them slowly off my legs. At the ankles, I kicked them off hurriedly. I wanted his face between my thighs again.
But h
e didn’t go back there right away. He came up to meet me and kissed me. His hands wandered over my neck and chest. He traced my shoulders. His touch was so light, it almost tickled. Goosebumps erupted all over my skin, and I moaned into our kiss. I was helpless against him.
Axel dropped his head and kissed the tops of my breasts peeking out from under the lace. I was wearing a thin bralette that had no padding, and it also didn’t have a clasp. Axel didn’t seem too keen on taking it off. Instead, he pushed the cups aside, letting my breasts out over the fabric.
He pulled my nipples between his lips and suckled them. He pinched them gently between his teeth and pushed my tits together with his hands. He licked and nibbled, kissed and caressed, until I was writhing beneath him in desperation. I needed more. I needed his mouth on me.
He kissed my throat and jaw and then held my face in one hand as he kissed my mouth. His breath mingled with mine for a brief moment. Then he began descending, lips trailing down my belly and over my hip.
He put his hands under each of my thighs and pushed my legs back. He held them open as he dropped his head, and his tongue licked me up and down in gentle strokes that made my insides tighten into a taut coil.
Then, the gentle touches gave way to a more primal experience. Axel sucked at my clit, pulling it hard into his mouth and brushing his tongue over the most sensitive part of me. I whimpered and clutched at the sheets.
“Fuck,” I breathed, unable to catch the word as it slipped between my lips.
He groaned against my wetness and dipped his tongue inside me. He explored my entrance, and I rocked my hips against his face. His stubble tickled my soft skin, but I didn’t care. His mouth on me made me feel like I was breaking rules that didn’t exist. The thrill turned me on more, and I felt myself grow wetter.
“How badly do you want me to fuck you?” His voice sounded far away.
“Let me show you,” I whispered.
Axel got to his feet at the edge of the bed and stripped out of his clothes. His body was all muscle under tanned skin. His cock was already waiting for me, pointing at the ceiling. He pulled me to the edge of the bed and took my elbow to guide me up on to my hands and knees in front of him. He took his time to tuck my hair behind my ears. He delicately gathered my hair in his hands until he had all of it in his left fist. He gathered it tightly to hold my head in place.
“Open your mouth and suck it like the good girl you are.” He leaned his hips toward my face. “You know you want it.”
Saliva flooded my mouth. I wet my lips and looked up at him. He held me in place, and I opened my mouth for him. I stared into his eyes as the tip of his cock slipped between my wet lips. His jaw flexed, and his eyes hardened as I took him deep into my throat. I let him fuck my throat. I trusted him.
He used me like that until all at once he released my hair. I held his cock between my lips, pressing my tongue against his length, as he leaned forward and slapped my ass. I whimpered and took more of his cock in my mouth.
His hand wandered between my legs, and he stretched me open with three fingers. I moaned as the tightness coiled inside me burst apart, and I came around his fingers.
Then he pulled out of me, and his wet fingers traced the sensitive skin of my ass. I flinched and tried to wriggle away from him. I had never let a man play around there before.
Axel pressed his cock deeper into my throat. “Relax. I told you I would take care of you. Trust me, baby. I’ll make you feel so fucking good.”
I relaxed against his touch. He sensed my submission and pressed his thumb against the opening to my body. The pressure had me moaning around his cock once more.
As his thumb slipped into my ass, he eased a finger into my pussy. I came again.
“Please,” I pleaded as his fingers moved inside me.
“Please what?” he demanded.
“I need your cock.”
He smiled down at me, looking like the devil himself. “Turn around then.”
I turned on my hands and knees so that my ass was in the air in front of him. I looked back over my shoulder at him and licked my lips. I tasted salty residue from his pre-come, and my stomach flipped over. I wanted him so fucking bad.
I wiggled my ass in the air for him as he grabbed a condom from his nightstand and slipped it on. “Hurry up,” I begged.
He faced me and lined his cock up with my pulsing slit. “I want to watch you first.”
I bit my bottom lip. I knew what he was asking for. I dropped my shoulder to lower one hand between my legs. Then, I reached up to trace my wet pussy with one finger. I teased my own clit, sending little jolts of pleasure through my body, and then slipped a finger inside myself.
Axel worked himself over as he watched. His hand sliding up and down his shaft did cruel things to my insides. I knew I was going to come as soon as he put it inside me. He was so big and thick. He was everything my body needed and more.
I admired the thick veins of his arms and on his lower stomach, leading down to the swell of his cock. He was straining against his own pleasure as he watched me finger myself. I liked the way he was looking at me. I saw the same desire in his eyes that I felt in my gut.
I spread myself open with two fingers.
This seemed to be enough invitation for Axel to step forward and slip his cock inside me. I moaned and bit down on my own shoulder as he gave me all of him. As soon as his shaft was buried up to the hilt, I came. I shook and shuddered around him, and he fucked me hard until I screamed his name.
Then his thumb was in my ass again.
I threw my head back to the ceiling as another orgasm rushed over me. I heard my name on Axel’s lips at the same time, and he grabbed my hips in each hand, pulling me harder against him as he came.
I rocked against him, riding him for all I was worth as he grunted behind me.
When he was done, he pulled out of me and fell down on the bed beside me. His hand traced the line of my spine up my back to my shoulder blades. Then, he held the nape of my neck in one hand and leaned in to kiss me.
I tasted myself on his lips.
The kiss was soft and sweet, and when he pulled away, I wanted to reach out and draw him back to me. I resisted and let him get to his feet. He went into the bathroom, and I listened to the tap running as he cleaned himself up.
When he returned, he was still naked. I sat up as I tucked my tits back into my bralette. I got to my feet and reached for my panties, which were lying across his jeans on the floor.
He caught my wrist, and I froze in his grasp. “Are you going somewhere?” He asked.
“I was going to go home. I didn’t know if you’d want me to stay or not.”
He wrapped his arm around my lower back and pulled me close to him. His skin was hot against mine. “You should stay.”
“You’re sure?”
Axel nodded, and his eyes never left mine. “Yes. You don’t think I’m done with you yet, do you?”
“Um, I don’t know—”
“Come on,” he said as he spun me around, putting my back to the bed. “We still have that bottle of wine to polish off. When we’re done with that, I’m going to have your pussy for dessert.”
I swallowed. His skin against mine felt somehow hotter. “That sounds like a good way to spend the night.”
“First things first,” he said. “Take that off.” He pointed at my bralette.
I giggled and pulled it over my head. Axel let go of my wrist and squeezed my breasts in each hand. He ran his thumbs over my nipples, which went hard at his touch. “I’m going to grab us that bottle of wine from outside. When I come back, I expect to see you lying on my bed waiting for me.”
“I won’t disappoint you.”
“You never have.” He winked.
Then he turned away and left me in his bedroom to go get the wine. I went to his bed and threw myself down on the left-hand side, the side I had assumed he didn’t use. The nightstand was empty, and the sheets were still neatly tucked into the bed frame on this
side. Within the next couple hours, I suspected the blankets would be lying on the floor, and we would be tangled around each other fucking until the sun came up.
I thought about his cock inside me as I waited for him to return. I was still a sloppy wet mess between my legs. It would be nice to have a man who was able to meet my sex drive. Usually, it was all over after one round. I didn’t know how many rounds Axel had in him, but I had a feeling things were just getting started.
I realized I was smiling up at his ceiling like an idiot.
And I was rubbing myself.
I heard the patio door close. “Hurry the fuck up!” I called down the hallway.
Axel chuckled down the hallway. “Stay where you are, baby. I’m coming.”
Chapter 13
Axel
I wasn’t used to waking up because someone else was moving around in my bed. When I brought a woman home, she never stayed the night. Ever. It was a rule of mine. I wouldn’t stay at their place, either. Not if I could avoid it.
But the idea of Ellie leaving last night had unsettled me. I wanted her in my bed with me. First off, because I wasn’t done ravaging her yet. Secondly, I wanted to feel the warmth of her body beside mine as we slept.
After spending hours fucking and licking and kissing, we had fallen asleep. I didn’t know what time it was now, but sunshine was streaming in through the cracks of the blinds, and Ellie was sitting on the edge of the bed pulling her black T-shirt on over her head. She pulled her blond hair out from under the collar, and I caught a whiff of her shampoo.
“Leaving so early? And without saying goodbye?” I asked.
Ellie looked back at me. “I have to feed Cade and let him out.”
“Cade?”
“My dog.”
“Right. Well, I’ll go with you. We can head to the shop together afterward.”
She nodded, a smile touching the corners of her lips. “Okay. But hurry up. Cade’s bladder is probably really full. Or he already peed on my floor.” She shrugged and stood. “Hopefully not. My lease agreement states I’m not even allowed to have a pet. If he pees on any carpet … Yeah. I have to go.”