by Logan Chance
I switch to the other nipple. I bury my face in her breast, suckling on them, not getting enough.
Needing more.
My hand slides up her smooth legs until I reach the hem of her shorts. I can feel the heat of her through the fabric, making me want to feel all of her.
Emma spreads her legs more, giving me access. I smile at her boldness, but not wanting to waste any time, I dip my finger inside. Her shorts are tighter than I thought they were and keep me from entering her completely. She sees my dilemma and helps me out when she slides to the edge of the counter.
I can’t help but stare. She’s a goddess. Her hair falls out of the bun. Blonde messy strands frame her face. Her lips are swollen and parted as she sucks in air.
“You’re beautiful,” I say as I move closer to her and push one finger deep inside her.
Her eyes stay on mine as I stroke in and out. My thumb snakes its way in and circles her clit. Emma’s eyelids flutter, but she doesn’t close them as she keeps her full focus on me.
I can’t help it, I lean over and kiss her deeply, letting my tongue mimic my fingers.
They’re coated with her, letting me slip deeper inside her.
Emma’s fingers claw at my back, her mouth is all over mine in frantic movements. I know she’s close to coming all over my hand, and as much as I want to draw this out, I can’t deny her.
My fingers pump faster, putting more pressure on her clit, getting her to where her body is begging to be. Emma stiffens as I lock onto her mouth, swallowing her cries. Her orgasm explodes through her and she grabs onto me tighter, her legs wrapped around me.
When her body goes limp, I pull my hand out of her shorts as I hug her tightly not wanting to let her go. Our foreheads meet as we both try to regain our breath. The sound of the sliding glass door opening keeps us from talking about what just happened.
“Mommy.”
I help Emma off the counter with a smirk when she leans against it for support. Not wanting Felicity to see my erection I pop open the fridge, bending over and urge it to go down.
“What is it baby?” Emma asks when Felicity comes running into the kitchen.
“The superheroes said we can have a barbeque for lunch.”
Finally having my dick under control, I stand up closing the fridge without taking anything out. “That sounds like a wonderful idea.”
Emma blushes when I look at her, but she doesn’t shy away from me when I crowd in next to her. I was afraid she would close herself off when she thinks about what just happened. And having her come over for lunch might keep her from convincing herself what we did was a mistake.
If she even feels that way at all.
“Well we better go tell Grandma.” Emma says as Felicity spins around the kitchen.
“Yes,” Felicity says, beaming at my brothers and Clara, who make their way into the kitchen.
“I’ll walk you two home.” I avoid everyone when I walk Emma and Felicity out of the kitchen.
I’m not in the mood to answer any of the questions I know they must have.
“Thank you for walking us home.”
Felicity runs into the house to tell her grandmother about the barbeque, leaving Emma and I standing on the porch.
“I like walking you to your house.”
“Oh yeah, and why is that?” God, she’s even prettier than she was last night. It’s like every time I’m around her she’s better looking than the time before.
“Because then I get to do this.” I lean down to capture her lips.
Emma doesn’t hold back and her hands slip around my neck, securing me to her before our lips meet. “Well I guess I’ll have to make sure you walk me home more often,” she says, breaking the kiss. “See you soon.”
Emma walks into the house, and I’m once again walking back to my house with a hard on.
Clara waits for me on the couch when I walk in. “So?”
“So, what?”
“You two looked a little out of breath when we came into the kitchen.” She smiles.
“I’m not talking about this with you.” I crack a grin.
“I like her, Axel. She’s not like the others.”
“I know. I like her too.”
Clara smiles wide at the mention of me liking someone. It’s been a long time since I’ve had these feelings for anyone.
“I’m going to jump in the shower before lunch.”
I rush off down the hallway, needing desperately to take care of this raging hard dick before seeing Emma again.
I need to be inside her soon, because I don’t know how many more times I can jerk off to thoughts of her.
12
Emma
“You look flushed. Are you overheated? Maybe you should do your yoga indoors until summer is over,” my mom fires off at me when I walk into the house. She has a large smile on her face, giving it away she knows why my cheeks are red.
“Hush, old lady or I’ll put you in a home.”
She laughs before hugging me giggling like a schoolgirl. “You wouldn’t do that to a poor defenseless old lady.”
Now it’s my turn to laugh. “Mom, you’re anything but defenseless. I’m going to go take a shower before we go to lunch next door. Where’s Felicity?”
“She’s in the kitchen. I told her she could help me make my famous pasta salad.” My stomach growls at the mention of her pasta salad. “Go get ready. I’ve got Fel.”
“Thanks Mom.”
With a kiss on my forehead, she pushes me toward my room. “He’s a good guy, Emma. You deserve to have a good guy in your life.”
“I don’t know, Mom. I like him, but I have Felicity. And I don’t want to be a dancer forever. I want to have my own yoga studio. I just think getting involved with Axel might be a bad move.”
“Honey, love is never a bad move. And he’s different. He understands the world of exotic dancing and the want to get out of it. Give him a chance.”
“I’ll think about it. But I just don’t think I have the time to let anyone in. Maybe when Felicity’s in college, and my business is running smoothly.”
“Your dad would have liked him.”
My chest squeezes with pain. I miss him so much. I wish he was here. “I can’t talk about this right now.” My appetite has disappeared, which shows how upset I really am. The thought of my mom’s pasta salad usually has me drooling with anticipation.
I hear her exhale and without seeing her face, I know she’s frowning. I walk slowly down the hallway, wondering if she’s going to keep trying to convince me, but she doesn’t say anything else. Guilt surges through me as I walk to the shower.
“I’ll be ready in thirty,” I say before running into my room trying to find something to wear that says, ‘I’m trying very hard, but if your fingers decide to do what they did in the kitchen again I wouldn’t be opposed.’
Yeah, I ask a lot from my clothes.
Little red sundress is just the thing.
I shower in record time, and throw my hair into a low ponytail. My mother helps me get Felicity next door as Ben and Damien man the grill.
I introduce everyone to my mother, making sure everyone knows her.
Axel’s hair is wet, and it’s just another added layer of sexiness I know I won’t be able to handle. I don’t know what it is about a full head of dark wet hair that turns me on, but it does. No judging.
A part of me imagines what he may have done in the shower while I was getting ready. I left him with a pretty big hard on from the feel of it against me when he kissed me goodbye.
My eyes meet his, and he smiles. And my face grows even hotter at the thought of him stroking his hardness in the shower.
Was he thinking about me?
I blush, not knowing what to say to him, because there’s too many people around. I can’t very well discuss what we did in his kitchen earlier with an audience.
So, we chatter. We make small talk until the food is ready.
“I set the table with Felicity’
s help,” Clara says, smiling as my daughter stands next to her as proud as she can be.
I give her a hug for her efforts and we make our way to the picnic table.
“I want to sit by Clara,” Felicity says, and moves further away from me and onto the other side.
My mother smiles, and sits next to her.
Axel waits for me at the other end of the table, and I sit down next to him.
“I love your dress,” he whispers against the shell of my ear, sending shivers straight down my spine.
I want to tell him I love his everything in this moment, but instead I bite my tongue so I don’t utter anything so foolish.
The food gets passed around, and we all fall into an easy rhythm of eating and chatting.
Just as I take another bite of my mom’s pasta salad a large hand lands on my thigh. My fork suspends in midair as the pasta jiggles from the sudden halt. My eyes slide over to Axel who’s talking to Damien as if his hand isn’t creeping up my thigh, pushing my sundress along with it.
Damien says something about the club and needing to make sure they get the numbers figured out soon, and Axel nods, agreeing with him.
But, I can’t tell if he’s even paying any attention to anything Damien says, because the corner of his lips lifts into a smile as he pushes past the lace of my panties.
This can’t happen here, even though I want it to.
So badly.
Felicity gets up and runs off into the yard to kick a soccer ball with Ben and Clara. My mother piddles around, clearing plates and taking trash into the kitchen.
“Let me help you with that,” Damien says, standing in a rush to clear his plate.
Axel’s finger brushes between my legs, bringing my attention back to him. He keeps his hand still and the heat from it burns my skin, making me wish we were alone.
I spread my legs a little wider, giving him access to what we both want. Axel smirks as he moves his finger back and forth over my panties. The inside of my legs quiver, yet he doesn’t do anything further.
Ben heads over with Clara and Felicity following closely behind and Axel withdraws his hand, making me miss his touch instantly. “We have to head out. We promised Clara’s dad we would go to a movie with him tonight,” Ben says, grabbing another roll off the table and popping it into his mouth.
Clara smiles, leaning down to say her goodbyes to Felicity. “Thank you so much for all your help. You’re a very important helper.”
Felicity beams at her. “I like you.”
We all laugh and Ben grabs Clara’s hand as they say goodbye once more.
“I’m going to take Felicity home. She needs a bath, and I have a few episodes of Lucifer to watch,” my mother says.
I can’t help but laugh a little. I know my mother has seen every episode of Lucifer. Twice.
She’s doing this on purpose to give me some alone time with Axel. And a small niggling of guilt hits me. “I can give her a bath,” I say.
“You stay here. Finish your food.” She points to my plate that still has over seventy-five percent of my lunch still on it.
“I’ll be home soon.”
Felicity runs by me, giggling as she kicks a ball. “Bye Mom.”
“Hey.” I reach out to snag her, giving her tons of kisses. “You can’t just run by me without giving me some love.”
“Sorry, love you. Bye my superheroes.” With that she takes my mother’s hand and they leave.
“I’m going down to the club early,” Damien says before going into the house, returning with a large duffle bag with the Trifecta’s logo embroidered on it. “See you later tonight.”
Axel and I head into the house after saying goodbye to Damien.
Everyone scattered. And a part of me is left wondering if they all did it on purpose to allow Axel and I some alone time together.
“So,” Axel starts, but I’m too amped up for small talk. He teased me all day, his finger brushing over me with the lightest touch.
It’s my turn now to tease him.
I cross the room.
He puts his hands up as if to ward me off. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have touched you with everyone around. You just drive me crazy, and now that I’ve touched you I don’t think I can stop.”
I raise a brow, but I don’t say a word. Instead, I lower myself to my knees, my eyes never leaving his.
“Oh fuck, what are you doing?” he asks, his voice shaky with lust.
“Something I’ve been wanting to do since I first met you,” I answer before hooking my fingers into the waistband of his gym shorts and bringing them down his legs.
I was right. He’s big. And he’s already hard, and that turns me on even more.
I reach out, grabbing onto his thick shaft and bring my lips to the tip.
His head bows and he rocks forward just a bit to land the palm of his hand onto the wall of the living room. “Emma,” he groans out. “I’ve pictured this a lot.”
My insides heat up at the mention of him thinking about me like this. It urges me on, making me want to give him the blowjobs of blowjobs.
My tongue swirls around the head of his dick and I suck off the tiny bead of precum. And then I smile up at him before wrapping my mouth around him.
We both groan when he hits the back of my throat. My lips are stretched as far as they can go. He’s huge and I love it. I pull my head back sucking until my cheeks hollow, when I reach the tip I swirl my tongue once again around the sensitive head.
Axel’s forehead hits the wall, making me smile around him before I push my mouth down as far as I can take him. Axel’s hands reach into my hair holding me to him, but I have no intention of letting go.
“Fuck,” he mutters when I slide my tongue over his shaft.
My hands are on his thick thighs feeling the muscles clench as I move over him. One of my hands drifts over to his balls, cradling them, tugging them. Axel groans something unintelligible as his legs grow even more rigid.
I smile to myself, knowing I have him right where I want him. I give him no mercy, just like he did to me on the kitchen counter. My head moves faster, my tongue flicking when it can as I push him all the way back into my throat.
Axel’s hands fist tighter in my hair. And I know he’s losing control.
I grow wet at the sounds he makes and I wish more than anything he was inside me right now.
“I’m going to come,” Axel says with a breathless voice. He tries to pull me off him, but I suck even harder, making him moan. “You want to swallow me deep down your throat, huh?”
I nod.
“Fuck, Emma.” He pushes into my mouth, taking control as I keep sucking.
I feel his balls cinch in my hand, as his fingers dig into my scalp and I keep going.
Axel groans out my name as he comes in my mouth.
When he’s spent, Axel’s hands relax in my hair. His breathing is heavy, and I smile up at him.
“Emma, that was…” he stutters, looking for the right word, “better than I ever imagined.”
“How many times have you thought about me?” I don’t know what it is, but the thought of him thinking about me while in the shower turns me on. Another thought of him late at night in his bed creeps into my mind, and that thought turns me on even more.
“Easily a million times.”
“Really?” I laugh, knowing full well it’s physically impossible.
“Maybe double that.”
“Have you thought about me?” he asks as he helps me up from the floor.
I blush, not wanting to tell him how many times I’ve actually pictured Axel’s body over mine as he thrusts deep inside me. I shake my head with a smile. “Just a few less than that.”
He growls, like a real life growl as he picks me up, kissing me with more passion than in the kitchen, and I fall into it. He grabs my ass and pulls me into him. I jump up winding myself around him. Axel takes us to the couch where he pushes me down on the soft cushions, covering me with his rock hard body.
I push into him, my dress shoved almost all the way up from jumping into his arms. Axel’s mouth leaves mine, kissing a path from my collarbone, to my covered nipples, as I cry out. This time Axel doesn’t spend time on my breasts he continues down my body, and now my legs are the ones clenching with anticipation.
“And this is the thing I’ve been thinking about the most,” Axel says as he pushes my legs apart and yanks at my panties.
The material rips and I see the colorful remains fly across the room. The cool air hits the wetness between my thighs, but Axel’s heated mouth takes its place. He doesn’t give me any chance to prepare myself.
I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been before.
My fingers dig into his muscular arms as his tongue swipes over my clit. He circles it over and over again until I’m ready to explode. My body keeps building, my orgasm so so close.
His fingers work me over, making my body come alive even more. I’m not sure if I’m moaning or screaming at this point.
He sucks my clit in his hot mouth, using his tongue to stimulate it even more. His fingers make a come here motion inside me, and it’s my undoing. My hand goes over my mouth to stifle my cries as I come all over Axel’s face.
Feelings slam into me, and I’m overwhelmed until I stare into the green eyes of Axel’s.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says and it makes me smile.
And the next thing I know, Axel’s kissing me deeply. I can taste myself on him, and it makes it all more intimate. He lifts me up, arranging me on top of him. I listen to his heartbeat as it becomes steady.
“You wore me out,” he says as his hand rubs up and down my back.
“What?” I push up on my elbows to stare at him. “You’re one of the Trifecta and you’re telling me you’re already worn out.”
Axel rolls his eyes. “I didn’t sleep very well last night. And you just gave me the world's most mind-altering blow job. I have to work until two in the morning, and I have a beautiful woman cuddling up to me. Now nap with me.”
He stares at me waiting for my reply. It’s then I notice the dark circles under his eyes. Today, Clara was telling me just how much extra work they’re putting in to get the club ready for their take over.