~~PEYTON~~
And before I can even process the shift, his cock springs free.
He enters deep inside me, filling me completely.
It’s like he reaches an innermost wall too sudden for me to even cry out in pleasure or pain.
My mouth just hangs open as I wrap my arms around him like my life depends on it.
He finally groans, a deep vibration in my ears that makes me shiver as he keeps stretching me like I’m some kind of elastic.
I can’t hold back the cry in my voice as it feels like his dick is shredding me apart in a way that makes me want to push him away and pull him in at the same time.
Damn it, I hate how he’s making me feel.
He clutches his palms on my butt, pressing on it as he shoves his dick in and out of me.
Slow at first, but it doesn’t take five seconds before he speeds it up, slapping my skin against his.
My core is dripping, my legs are shaking; moans I try to suppress explode in my throat as orgasms rip through me.
“Keep doing it, I’m coming.” The plea comes out before I can stop it.
My nails are acting on their own, scraping his back as my entire body shatters.
Axel pounds into me; the sound of flesh slapping against each other fills the room.
I can’t think, only feel as his taste rides inside me.
Just when I’m about to climax, he yanks my back by the arm, sending me sprawling flat onto my back.
I gasp, but it breaks into a scream as he rides on top of me, hitting the inside of me back and forth faster, his head dropping down, his bangs falling on my chest.
He’s breathing hard now, while I’m a breathing mess.
Every thrust feels like a direct hit to my core.
Orgasms are coming again, but with a different blow that sends my body trembling.
Axel quickens the pace; I don’t know, but maybe he’s coming too, arching for a release.
It explodes inside longer than a beat, and then slowly the buildup starts to dissolve, leaving me with relief and at the same time craving more.
My knees weaken, my body slumps, my chest heaves up hard and fast as Axel collapses on me.
“Woah, that was better, better than a drunkard’s sex.” He mumbles, his breath kissing my skin.
I lock my arms around his neck with my face buried in his hair.
“More like better than taking advantage of me.” I shoot back, and he tries to raise his head, but I don’t let him, tightening my grip around his neck.
“Don’t you dare try to deny you took advantage of me that night.”
He snorts.
“At least you aren’t denying you enjoyed it.”
I feel like head-butting him right now, but I’m too drained to argue further, utterly beaten in this silent game we seem to be playing.
The heat radiating from his body is all I can register, his comforting weight pinning me down, and come to think of it, I don’t even realize when my shorts have come off my waist.
I should be the one to take them off.
Well, for now, he wins this round.
Next time, it won’t be so easy.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
What’s that smell?
A rich roasted aroma.
Is it coffee?
Tea?
I groggily open my eyes.
My vision slowly clears, revealing the ceiling first, then the soft curve of a shoulder, and the tangle of dark hair beside my face.
Axel is still on top of me, fast asleep.
His breath is warm against my cheek, a low, steady rhythm that tells me he’s completely out.
I know I smell coffee.
But if Axel is still asleep…
“Oh, fuck!” I shriek, my heart leaping into my throat.
My eyes snap wide, fixing on a dark silhouette. Visit g.com for the full chapter.
A figure is sitting on the couch at the far end of the room, still as a statue, a mug in both hands, sipping slowly, legs crossed, his face utterly blank, just staring.
Then he nods toward the center table.
“Good morning. Breakfast?”
What the…
“Umm, what’s that smell…” Axel mumbles, stirring slightly and burying his face deeper into my neck, clearly oblivious to the very un-morning visitor.
My stomach drops.
I try to wriggle out from under him, but his arm is a dead weight across my waist.
“Axel,” I hiss.
“Axel, wake up!”
”Is that chicken?
You smell like chicken?” Axel murmurs, voice thick with sleep, completely missing the urgency in my voice.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Rap!” I yell, pushing Axel off me; his head hits the headboard with a dull thud.
Axel groans, rubbing his eyes.
He slowly props himself up on one elbow, and then his eyes snap open.
They meet Raphael across the room, and I watch them grow wide with alarm.
“RAP! Oh shit!” He jumps off me, off the couch, but he forgets he’s standing naked.
He quickly realizes and clasps his hands over his crotch, stumbling backward and nearly tripping over his own feet in his haste to find something—anything-to cover himself.
And worse, Axel getting off me leaves me naked too.
My hands fly to cover myself, my face burning as hot as a thousand suns.
Every inch of my skin prickles.
My anger flares.
I snatch a cushion and throw it at him.
It doesn’t quite reach him.
The idiot just remains seated, sipping his tea, not even blinking.
“Are you out of your mind!” I scream, my throat hurts, but I don’t stop.
“Are you crazy!
How could you just waltz in here and sit there like you own the place?”
”‘Cause I own the place…” He takes another slow sip of his tea, his eyes never leaving mine.
Did he just say he owns the place?
I glance at Axel, whose entire palm is covering his face.
His eyes are peeking through his fingers.
He’s likely not ready to give me a fucking explanation of what Rap means by “I own the place.”
Isn’t this his home?
But Axel is still covering his face, silent, legs crossed over, covering his groin.
“You brought me to your brother’s house!” I thunder, my face turning red by the second.
Axel sighs.
“Rap, did you really have to do this? What’s up with this fucking stunt so early in the morning!”
He slips his fingers across his face, glaring daggers at Raphael, who hasn’t flinched.
Now he’s shaking his legs, fingers curled at his chin.
And Axel is just ignoring the damn question.
“Axel.” I fire at him louder this time.
He lets out another sigh, deeper.
“It’s our house, okay?
We live together—”
”Oh my God!” I let out a breath of frustration.
“I can’t take this anymore! Cover your bodies, please, there’s a blanket right there.” Rap finally thinks it’s about time he breaks the statuesque silence as he points a single finger toward the rumpled blanket at the corner of the couch.
I huff but quickly snatch the blanket from the ground, not even bothering to care if my ass is showing.
The bastards already said I’m naked anyway.
I adjust the baggy blanket around my body, grab my phone, and storm off, bolting toward the stairs.
Axel hollers after me, “Ummm… don’t go into the room on the left, that’s Rap’s room! Use the other one—THE RIGHT!”
I don’t bother to reply, my feet pounding up the steps.
Thank God Axel gives me a heads up.
The last thing I want is to accidentally stumble into Rap’s lair.
I burst into the room on the right, slamming the door shut behind me with a satisfying thud.
My breath hitches in my chest as I lean against the closed door, the blanket still clutched around me like a shield.
My eyes scan the unfamiliar room.
It’s spacious, with a king-sized bed, a large window, and what looks like a walk-in closet.
I need clothes.
My clothes.
Shit, I left them in the living room.
Axel, the oh-so-thoughtless, didn’t even make us use the bedroom; instead, he allows us to make out in the living room, even though he knows he doesn’t live alone.
I quickly spot my small duffel bag near the foot of the bed.
I yank open the bag, pulling out the first clean outfit I can find—jeans and a thick hoodie, anything to cover every inch of skin.
But first, I’m using the shower.
After a quick, scalding shower, I towel off rapidly.
I hate that I’m using his towel, but I have no choice.
This is the result of my impulsiveness.
Coming over to Axel’s place just to cool off.
I never learn, do I?
My movements are frantic as I pull on the jeans and hoodie, practically tearing them on.
As soon as I’m dressed, I snatch my phone from where I tossed it.
Fifteen unread messages.
And a few missed calls.
From Odin.
Only Odin.
I scroll through them one by one.
Odin: Hey, it just hit 12 AM, where the fuck are you?
Odin: You have until 2 AM to return my text.
Odin: Pick up the damn phone!!!!!!
Odin: If you’re not home before 6 AM, you’re not getting in ever.
Ever again.
You hear me?
And the most recent.
Odin: Where are you?
Are you kidnapped or something?
Give me a sign you’re okay.
Odin: I’m seriously about to call the cops.
Just tell me you’re alright, please.
Odin: ????????
With every text, I’m rolling my eyes.
Fuck him.