Page 28 of Fighting Furry

I was absolutely not the only one throbbing. “Okay.”

He didn't give me a chance to change my mind. He pushed me away from his body, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back through the club to the street. Doubts started to creep in as we waited for the valet to bring around his car. They were full-fledged by the time I was buckled into the passenger seat and he was driving like a crazy man down busy streets.

“This doesn't mean we're a couple,” I said. I didn't hate Axel anymore, but I wasn't about to care for him when I was so dependent on him. He might not be able to overpower me, but he could still hurt me if I let him get too close. “We aren't even friends.”

“Agreed,” he said, way too easily. “Like I said, you aren't my type. We're just scratching an itch.” He kept his gaze focused on the road, his expression blank.

“Good.”

We rode in silence the rest of the way back to my apartment. Without him touching me, I shouldn't have still felt like I was going to burst into flame if I didn't get some relief of the sexual kind, but I did. I couldn't even blame it on the sugar, since that had worn off about the same time metro boy had run screaming from the bathroom stall.

Axel followed me up to my condo in silence. He didn't even touch me in the elevator. As soon as I'd unlocked the front door and let us inside, though, he was on me. He circled my neck with one hand and pulled me face-first against him. He kept his hand there, applying the lightest pressure, as he licked my lips, slowly, like he was tasting me, savoring me. I tried to get closer to him, but he held me back.

He pressed his lips to mine and I opened to him like I belonged to him, like I had no control over my body and he held the keys. He groaned into my mouth and I concentrated and pushed my body weight against his arm, until my whole body was pressed against his. I gave a little hop and wrapped one leg around his waist. He gripped my ass in both hands, holding me in that sweet spot where I could feel his hard cock against my center. I tried to grind against him, but he held me still. Not letting me move.

I bit his lip and he growled. “We're doing this my way,” he said, his voice dark and raspy like unsweetened chocolate.

I bit his lip again and he tensed, pulling me tighter against him. “I like to be in control,” I said.

He chuckled, a raspy rumble. “I guess we're going to have to fight for it.”

A thrill shot through me at the challenge, at the promise of a man who could match me in every way, who had seen my worst and wanted more. I tightened my legs around him, so I didn't have to use my arms to hold myself up, and went to work loosening his tie and unbuttoning his shirt. He let me do it for a few moments, while he kissed me. I was so caught up in the kiss and undressing him, that I didn't realize he was walking, didn't realize he'd carried me into my bedroom, until he reached back, uncrossed my ankles and shoved me off him by my legs. I gasped, expecting to hit the floor, but I landed on the softness of my bed.

“I do anything you don't like, you ask me to stop and I will,” he said. “Until you say those words, all bets are off. You good with that?”

I licked my lips, mesmerized by the sight of him, his bare, well-muscled body peeking out from the parts of his shirt I'd unbuttoned, his pants unzipped. “I'm good with that.” I didn't recognize my own voice it was so husky.

He grinned a wicked, panty-melting grin. “We're going to have all kinds of fun.”

I grinned back, because I had a feeling I was about to have one of the best experiences of my life. I waited for Axel to finish undressing or to lay his body over mine, but he stalked to the armchair across the room and sat, his legs splayed wide. He pulled off his tie and slipped out of his shirt, exposing every inch of his beautiful torso to my hungry gaze. He leaned back in his seat, his erection straining against the material of his pants. “Dance for me.”

Now I am not a shy woman. I don't hide my naked body under the sheet when it's time to have sex, but I don't usually swing it and dance it all around the room, either. I opened my mouth to say no, but then I looked at Axel. He was eying every inch of me, taking me in, and it was very, very clear he liked what he was seeing. And I liked the way he was looking at me. I wanted to drive him crazy.

I asked my digital companion for some mood music and a sexy tune started playing. I shimmied over until I was standing just inches from him and then I slid my dress off. It was more a shimmy, stretch, pull, get the dress stuck over my face for a few seconds, yank, toss the dress on the ground than a slide, but I recovered quickly and got back to shaking my hips and running my hands over my body as Axel watched. If his smile was more amusement than turned-on heat, that was okay. I reached back and removed my bra and the amusement vanished as I ran my hands over my breasts.

I straddled his lap, shoving my breasts in his face, and his control snapped. He growled, gripped my hips, and lifted me with him. His expression was so fierce I expected him to rip my panties off and drive inside me, which I was one hundred percent in favor of, but he laid me gently down on the bed, slid off my panties, and dropped to his knees to worship at the altar of pussy.

I sighed with happiness as he spread me wide and started placing kisses along my inner thighs. I moaned with pleasure, completely turned on. Then I giggled. Then I full-out laughed.

Axel stopped and looked up at me. “Something funny?” he asked, his frown rather severe.

“Your stubble. It tickles.”

I expected things to get awkward then, but Axel smiled. He bent back down to my crotch and gently rubbed his stubble along my inner thigh. I tried to squirm away, laughing so hard I could barely breathe, but he had a tight grip on my legs and wouldn't let me escape. Just when I thought I was going to die of oxygen deprivation from laughing so hard, he licked me right in that spot that made my eyes roll back in my head and made my laughter turn to a moan of pleasure. He licked and he sucked and he fingered, somehow keeping his stubble out of it until I was screaming with pleasure and the neighbors were banging on the wall and shouting for me to shut the fuck up.

Axel didn't seem to care about the neighbors. He only gave me a moment's break before he went back to it and drove me over the edge again. Then he stood and took off his pants. My vision was a bit hazy with afterglow, but I could still see that the man had a package to match the rest of his large, hard, mouth-watering body. I grinned in anticipation. This was going to be so much fun.

He dropped down over me, thrusting his hips just enough that he rubbed my clit with his cock. I was so overly sensitive at that point that I bucked with aftershocks. “Please,” I said.

He produced a condom from thin air, opened it, and slid it on. I watched him, certain I was going to explode if he didn't get inside me immediately. He grinned like he knew how desperate I was and then he slid into me, slowly, filling me inch by pleasurable inch, until I was full. He began to thrust, pumping into me. I tried to close my eyes, to throw my head back in pleasure, but he gripped the sides of my face and kissed me, never breaking his rhythm.

“I want your eyes on me,” he said gripping my chin so hard it almost hurt. Almost hurt, but somehow also felt good. I'd never been into rough sex before, but maybe as a werewolf…

“I can't stand you,” I said, because this moment was way too intense and I was feeling way, way too vulnerable.

“I know,” he said, his smile widening. “I don't like you, either.” He spoke the words so softly, his expression so fond, that he could have been telling me he adored me. I ignored the pain in my chest, the burning in my eyes, and took his words at face value.

“You know what, let's have less talking and more pumping.”

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