Page 124 of Fractured Future
“Hmm. Professional.”
His hips flex beneath me, lifting to show me just how much his body disagrees with that statement. The hard press of his rising erection tells a different story.
“We can’t touch,” I chastise him. “Or kiss. Or do anything inappropriate. It isn’t allowed.”
“Of course not.”
“And we definitely, definitely cannot sleep together.”
“Why would you even think about it?” Axel grunts deeply.
Letting my breath warm his skin, I slide a hand up to his throat. The tattoos there are beautifully intricate, eachindividual sunbeam filled with ornate, abstract patterns that disappear beneath his t-shirt.
My hand cinches around his neck, giving a light, teasing squeeze. I’m grinding on his lap without realising it, pushing down on the throbbing heat that strains against his denim.
Each move is furtive. I’m toying with a piece of forbidden fruit, not quite plucking it free. Toeing this thin line with my new teammate is clearly a bad fucking idea.
But I do not care one ounce.
Right now, I want to take. I want everything he’s offering and more. I want the safety of knowing that Axel will let me pillage his soul to refill my own with everything that’s been stolen from me.
Still holding his throat, I seal my lips on his. Axel lets me take control of the kiss, his mouth softening against mine. Salt still clings to his lips from our meal.
It isn’t slow or passionate. Not when the gaping chasm inside me is demanding something fill it. I kiss him hard, our teeth clanging from the rough collision, his mouth opening to accept my tongue.
Axel’s pulse hammers beneath my palm, stretching the ink that covers his throat. His cock is rock-hard beneath me, pressing into my core with tantalising promise.
Part of me loves how foolish this is. How awkward it’ll be now when one of us gets hurt and we’re still living together. The sick thrill of knowing this is stupid and reckless only makes me want it more.
“Ember,” he moans into my mouth. “You need to stop before I get arrested for bending your sweet ass over and plunging my cock inside you in public.”
His words hit right between my thighs where heat has pooled. “How would you take me?”
“Hard and rough, babe. I want to feel you clenching tight around me while I fuck the sass straight out of you.”
My inner walls clench and pulse, frantic to be filled. I’m viscerally aching. Every inch of me feels like it’s screaming out for a release that I can’t give it.
“Please,” I whine desperately.
“Fuck, Ember. Why did you start this here?”
Writhing against his thick erection, I think I’d happily let him take me right here. Damn the public. Need so acute has taken over, it’s to the point that I hardly recognise my own behaviour.
“Please. I need… I…”
“Shh. I’ve got you, dimples.” Axel presses his lips on mine again. “I’ll make it better.”
Shucking off his leather jacket, he pulls it around my shoulders to offer some coverage. It’s too big for me, giving a small amount of protection along with the high wall at our backs.
Hot, rapid kisses are pressed against my neck and throat, sucking the skin between his teeth to leave a mark. I let Axel lay his claim, pushing my chest forward to urge him on.
The scoop-necked t-shirt I threw on for today’s evaluations easily lifts to reveal my nude lace bra. From the moan in the back of Axel’s throat, he likes what he sees.
“If we were home right now, I’d be spreading you wide open to eat your pretty cunt.” He sighs in disappointment. “But I guess that’ll have to wait.”
Tugging my left bra cup aside, Axel plucks my nipple free to roll it between his fingers. I quietly mewl, staring at the city lights while sizzles radiate from my chest to my throbbing pussy.
“I bet it’s soaked for me.” Axel toys with my bud. “Are you wet right now?”
