But Leighton smiled. She put her elbows on his countertop, which did amazing things to her tits, which did amazing things to his libido.
“Do you need some music?” she asked.
“Doesn’t matter. I can’t really dance with it, so what difference does it make without it?” While he wasn’t known for having an over-the-top sense of humor, he did feel comfortable enough with Leighton to pretend to pelvic thrust a few times. He rolled his hips.
She laughed. “Oh, my God.”
He turned and bent over and shook his ass and looked at her over his shoulder. He was deadpan while doing it for added effect.
Now she was laughing really hard. “Please stop. That’s just… no.”
“No?” He straightened up. “Damn it. I was really enjoying that.”
“You were not.”
“Nope. Not at all. I don’t need to show off.”
Her eyes darkened. “No. You really don’t. You have a presence without showing off.”
He wasn’t comfortable with her compliments. He didn’t need his ego stroked. He undid the snap on his jeans. “I’m going to show you something.”
She sank her teeth into her bottom lip, delicately. He wasn’t sure Leighton knew how absolutely sexy she was. She wasn’t body conscious or insecure, which he appreciated. But at the same time she didn’t seem to understand the power she held. Axl unzipped and shoved his jeans down, kicking them off with zero finesse.
“I need tear-away pants,” he joked.
“I don’t think I could take that seriously at all.” Leighton gave him a sweet smile. “I like you the way you are.”
That shouldn’t have any impact on him at all. And yet, it did. He felt something he couldn’t quite pinpoint, which made him uncomfortable. “I like you too. Especially naked.” In his boxer briefs, Axl closed the space between them and reached out to run a finger along the swell of Leighton’s breasts.
Then he bent over sucked that same swell of soft, warm flesh. She always smelled fantastic. Like flowers and sugar and something that was uniquely Leighton. Reaching around her back, he undid the clasp on her bra. Her tits burst forth, barely contained by the lace cups. He could spend all day touching her chest and never get tired of it. As he drew the straps of her bra down her arms, goosebumps rose of her skin. “Cold?” he murmured.
She shook her head. “The opposite.”
“Hot? I would totally agree with that.” He tossed her bra on the counter and cupped her breasts, teasing his thumbs over her nipples.
Leighton gave a soft gasp.
He kissed her, wanting that connection with her, wanting to see her eyes drift shut as he pressed his lips to hers. It was a moment he wanted to draw out, to savor, to use to stir up anticipation in both of them. She let go of the counter and wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her bare chest against his and rocked her hips ever-so-slightly so that her sex brushed against his cock.
Axl reached below her ass and hauled her right up off the floor.
* * *
Leighton gasped. “What are you doing?” she asked, digging her fingers into his shoulders and trying to find her balance. She was no yogi. She considered it a miracle she could actually ride a bike. Her core was for resting her iPad on, not for holding her entire body weight up.
“You said you wanted to be on top. The bed might be the best place for that.” He bit her ear lobe, drawing it between his lips.
She shivered. “You might have a point. I could walk though, you know.”
“What would be the fun in that?” He took a couple of steps.
It was sexy to be carried. But it was also nerve-wracking. “If I was walking, you could see my ass,” she told him. “I will walk sexy, I promise.” If there were one thing beauty pageants and her mother had pressed upon her, it was that her walk was damn important. She could manage it with a certain amount of grace. Even sexiness.
Axl stopped and set her down. “Show me what you got, kid.”
Relieved not to be carried, she ran her fingers across his chest, enjoying the way her pale pink fingernails looked against his hard muscles. Then she turned with a practiced pivot and started to walk, well aware that her panties formed a perfect little V on her ass. She was no size zero but she had a heart-shaped ass, thank you very much. It might not be suitable for a shift dress but it was designed for panties and sex from behind. Briefly, she rethought her requested position, but then decided against submitting a change request to Axl. She wanted to feel him sinking deep inside her while she held her palms flat onto his ripped abs.
Lost in her thoughts and ensuring that her booty moved enticingly for Axl’s viewing pleasure, she realized she didn’t know where his bedroom was. She paused to glance in the first room past the bathroom and discovered it was his workout room. But the brief hesitation had him impatient. Suddenly she jumped when he gave her ass a light smack.
“Keep moving, Van Buren.”
Never in her life had anyone called her by her last name and it was as odd to her ear as the first time he’d done it. But it was strangely endearing. Axl had told her it was a privilege reserved for friends and in addition to the fact that he’d gone down on her like it was his job, she did think they were growing to be friends.
“Don’t be so desperate,” she told him as she started walking again and found his bedroom.
“Desperate? I refuse to be called desperate. Fuck that. I want you. I’m impatient. Not desperate.”
Axl grabbed her playfully and Leighton screamed, laughing breathlessly as he tossed her onto the bed. She wasn’t used to having a man be able to well, manhandle her. She felt very feminine and small beside him. “Stop being a beast.”
“You want a beast?” Axl lifted his eyebrows up and down and climbed onto the bed over her. “I’ll show you a beast.”
He took his briefs down and Leighton covered her mouth in mock horror as his thick cock rose before her. “It’s a huge, enormous, massive beast.”
“Punk.” He shook his head with a grin. “You’re going to pay for that.”
For some reason she thought of those handcuffs he carried. It had been terrifying when he’d clapped them on her by the side of the road. But what would that feel like here, in his bed? Her breathing increased rapidly and she felt her panties dampen.
“What dirty thoughts are you having, little Miss Leighton?”
“I’m picturing you punishing me.”
Axl growled. “Damn. You’re going to kill me.” He bent over and took her nipple into his mouth.
Leighton stared down at the top of his dark hair and marveled at how fantastic it felt to have his tongue lathe over her tight nipple. He seemed to know instinctively when he had driven her to madness, and then he would shift to the other and start it all over again. She gripped his arms and let her head ease to the side while she was swept away by the concentrated pleasure.
But then when she realized she could just about orgasm from his skilled sucking and teasing, she realized she wanted to drive him as crazy as he did her. She wrapped her legs around him and said, “On your back now.”
He paused to glance up at her. “Bossy. I like it.”
She gave him a sassy smile. “If I could flip you right now I would. But I can’t so I’m going to demand that you get on your back.”
“Done.” Axl grabbed her and rolled her with him when he went onto his back.
Leighton enjoyed the ride. He gripped her with firm hands and muscular thighs and when she tumbled over she landed on the hard plane of his chest.
“Now you have me right where you want me,” he said, giving her ass a firm squeeze. “Torture me.”
That was the plan. Leighton sat up, her thighs spread on either side of his. She took her time, exploring his body with her fingers and the palms of her hands. He had beard stubble that she brushed over, testing the coarseness of his hair, and flipping her thumb over his bottom lip. He tried to bite her finger but she drew it back quickly.
“Be still,�
� she told him. “I want to play with you.”
His eyebrows rose. “So I’m your toy? I like it.”
“I don’t get to feel muscles very often. I want to fully enjoy the experience.”
“Don’t forget the most important muscle.”
She knew what he meant, of course, but she tried to wiggle her finger into his mouth. “Your tongue?”
He licked her finger. “No.”
Leighton giggled. She couldn’t believe that she could feel this way. Both turned on and amused. She felt… giddy with Axl. Bending down she briefly sucked his nipple, then kissed her way down the pecs and to his rock-solid abs. His body was like a day at an amusement park. She just ran from one attraction to the next.
Below that sexy V on either side of his hips was the magnificent cock she had felt more than she had seen. Now she wanted to study him, from the tip on down the full shaft and to his tight balls. With each brush of her fingers down the silken skin he made a little sound in the back of his throat that pleased her. “Can I suck you?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to tease him the way he teased her.
“You can suck me for as long as you want. I’m not going anywhere.”
The words squeezed her heart just a little. He didn’t mean anything by them but her stupid, attach-too-easily heart wanted it to be otherwise.
“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” she said, flicking the tip of her tongue over his tip.
Axl gave a little hiss but otherwise stayed still. “Really? You’re a dirtier girl than I realized.”
Instead of responding to that, she opened her mouth and slid down onto his shaft. It was a lot to handle but only in the best way possible. The growl he gave encouraged her to go as deep as she could. It made her feel powerful to have this strong man in her grip. She pulled back, letting her mouth pop off of him. When she took him again, she gripped him with her hand below her mouth and stroked with both.
“Leighton, that’s good, babe. So good.”
It was. She slid over him repeatedly, switching up the depth each time to keep him guessing. She shifted her hands down over his balls and cupped them, giving a small squeeze. So much of Axl was hard, rough, and holding his sensitive balls in her grip made her feel like she was completely in control. If that sharp inhale he gave was any indication, he seemed okay with that.
Axl gripped her head, tangling his hands in her hair. Her breasts felt heavy, her inner thighs aching. She was teasing him as much as she was herself, drawing out the anticipation.
She sucked him endlessly, lost in the rhythm, until he suddenly jerked her back off of his cock. “That’s enough,” he said, nostrils flaring.
“That was fun,” she told him, wiping the moisture off her swollen lips.
“That was fucking hot.” He shifted a little, trying to pull her up the bed. “Get on my cock, Leighton. I need to feel your pussy.”
She was good at following directions.
Besides, she wanted him like she’d never wanted anything in her life.
Leighton shifted herself into position and then teased his cock over her slickness before easing onto him. She closed her eyes, overwhelmed by how amazing it felt to have him stretching her aching passage. “That is so…fantastic,” she breathed.
“I agree one thousand percent.” Axl gripped her hips and thrust up into her.
She sucked in a breath. She had wanted to move on him, though, so she flattened her palms on his chest. “Lie still.”
He gave her a smirk. “Sorry.” Axl put his hands behind his head. “I’ll go hands free so I’m not tempted to touch you.”
“I didn’t say you can’t touch me.”
“I don’t trust myself.”
Leighton rolled her hips, enjoying the sensation of him fully embedded inside her. Her usual dates were well, less muscular, and being on top wasn’t something she wanted to do often. Her last boyfriend had felt fragile beneath her and she had felt self-conscious, which of course destroyed any sort of sexy vibes.
But Axl was a whole different story.
There was nothing fragile about him. Not one single thing.
So she dug her nails into his chest and took what she wanted. She raised her hips and slid herself down onto him over and over, driving faster each time. Leaning slightly forward the way she was, she was teasing her clit against his flesh and between that and his thick cock stroking inside her, she exploded with a loud cry, head snapping back.
It was everything she had expected, craved, and more.
She closed her eyes and enjoyed the shivers of ecstasy spreading out from her core.
When she finally felt like she could breathe again, she opened her eyes. Axl was watching her with dark, intense eyes.
“Sit up,” he commanded. “I want to see your body.”
Even though she felt boneless, she mustered the energy to push herself up and off of him and settle back into a seated position on his cock. As he took over the rhythm, hands gripping her hips, Leighton raked her hair back off of her face, a strand stuck to her lip.
Axl moaned. She realized lifting her arms had given him an excellent view of her chest, which he clearly was fascinated by. She had to admit, she liked being ogled by him. It was deeply primal as was her response to it. It both turned her on and gave her even more confidence in her ability to drive him crazy. She bit her lip and lowered her hands to cup her breasts, squeezing them a little.
“That’s not fair,” he said, practically growling.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to last a long time and that is not helping.”
Leighton rubbed her nipple.
“Fuck,” was Axl’s reaction, as he held her still with an iron grip, and exploded deep inside her.
Unexpectedly, it tripped off an orgasm in her. She didn’t usually come twice in short order, so she cried out too, the pleasure sweeping away all thoughts.
Time and space seemed to stop and Leighton was stunned by how complete sex with Axl was.
Neither of them spoke. She slid off of him, spent, confused.
He lay still for a minute, breathing hard, before peeling off the condom. “Leighton?”
“Yes?” She was briefly scared by what he was going to say.
But then he said, “You would make a great porn star.”
She burst out laughing. “Um, thank you? I guess? But remember what I told you about my pageant days. I’m not that great of a performer. What you see is all natural, not staged.”
“Trust me, I meant it a compliment.” He smacked her booty. “You have all the right moves and a body women pay money for.”
That amused her. Axl really did seem to appreciate her the way she was and it was a unique experience to be with him. “I’ll keep that in mind if I get fired.”
“I don’t mean actually do that.” He gave a mock shudder. “I just mean you’d be really good at it because you’re perfect. There’s a huge difference.”
“You’re weird,” was all she could think to say with a smile.
“I can’t argue with that. I’ve spent a lot of my adult life with guys. I’m probably warped.”
He certainly wasn’t like the majority of men she had dated and she was enjoying how profoundly feminine he made her feel. “I think you’re fine. I have no complaints.”
“Good.” Axl felt around and laced his fingers through hers. “What are you doing tomorrow? What to hang out until I have to go to work at three?”
Leighton only had about eighty-two million things to do but Axl looked so sexy and sleepy and hard, she couldn’t resist him. “Sure. This will be our only day to spend time together. Wednesday I have to go find a wedding dress and meet with the caterer and the tent guy.”
“The tent guy?” Axl shifted onto his side to look at her. “Are we going camping?”
She rolled her eyes at his joke. At least she thought it was a joke. It was possible he had no clue what she was referring to. “No. The greenhouse is for the ceremony. The rece
ption will be down by the lake in an air-conditioned tent.”
His eyebrows shot up. “They can do that? Damn.”
“Oh, and I have to meet with the DJ. Then Thursday we have filming for the show and dinner with our parents. Then Friday, a dry run and rehearsal dinner.”
“You never told me. How did your parents react?”
“Exactly as I imagined. My father was mildly interested and my mother was proud of me for ‘following my heart.’” Leighton made air quotes. “I think they’re just glad that I’m normal enough to be married. I think they were getting concerned that my introverted personality is too big of a turn-off for most men.” She wasn’t hurt by that. She knew they cared about her. They just didn’t understand her and never would.
“Damn. That’s harsh. And totally untrue.”
“My mother just has a complete inability to see that anyone would be a different person than she is and be happy. But she does love me and she is very happy for me.” Leighton felt no fear about the fallout when she had to pretend the marriage had failed. Her parents lived in a world where impulse marriage and quickie divorces were not a big deal. They might be disappointed, and of course would be sad for her, but they wouldn’t judge and she appreciated that about them.
Her mother only judged her eyebrows, not anything outrageous she might do.
“It sounds like our mothers both like to be the center of attention. They might wind up in a smackdown.”
Alarm bells clanged in her head. She had never even thought about that. “Oh, Lord, you don’t really think they’ll hate each other, do you?”
“I don’t think they’ll hate each other. But I think they will try to out-talk each other, given what you’ve told me about your mom. I’m guessing our fathers will get along just fine.”
Leighton felt the press of panic.
Then she remembered it did not matter in the slightest if the parents did not get along. It was one and done. One dinner and then never again.
She should feel relieved by that but mostly she felt flustered and hot.
Apparently Axl agreed. He was eyeing her like he wanted to take her. Mine. Now.
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