Page 23 of Axle
Mason’s arm cinched tighter around my legs, and the world tilted with every step he took toward his room.
My indignation tangled with something warmer as he carried me away without a backward glance. Mason didn’t stop until the door to his room slammed shut behind us. Then I was airborne.
The mattress caught me with a bounce, the leather of his spare cut brushing my arm as he tugged it off my shoulders.
He stood there, looming over me, his chest rising and falling like he’d run a mile. His hazel eyes were dark, and his jaw was locked tight. “You finally did it.”
“What?” I gasped, pressing an elbow into the mattress to push up a little.
“Snapped the last thread of my self-control.”
I was thrilled that I’d finally managed it, but before I could retort, he was on me. The heat of his lips crashed against mine, a kiss that wasn’t gentle. His mouth devoured mine as his hands gripped my hips, dragging me up against the solid wall of his body.
I clutched at his shirt while the world narrowed to the taste of him, the scrape of stubble against my skin, and the way his thigh slid between mine.
After building for two days, our passion quickly spiraled out of control. He put his skilled hands to good use, and clothes scattered in every direction. Mine and his until we were both naked.
My eyes widened at the size of his hard-on.
His weight pressed me deep into the bed before I had the chance to say something that might’ve made him stop, which would’ve been a tragedy at this point. Being so close to Mason each night had left me needy for him.
His big hand splayed against my hip, kneading me as a growl rumbled up his chest. “Need you so fucking much, angel. You have no idea.”
“I disagree.” I shifted my legs so he was cradled deeper between my thighs. “I need you every bit as much.”
“Fucking hell,” he groaned, capturing my mouth in another deep kiss.
His fingers gripped my hair as he pressed me deeper into the mattress, the head of his dick bumping against my drenched core. “Please.”
“Please what, angel?” He ground against me. “You need my big, thick cock inside your tight pussy?”
“Uh-huh,” I breathed, digging my nails into his shoulders.
“Gotta make sure you’re ready for me first.”
He started to make his way down my body, his lips trailing down the sensitive skin of my neck and making me shiver. Goose bumps followed in his wake when he nipped at my pulse point, and my nipples pebbled beneath the heat of his breath.
Any concerns I had about the small size of my breasts were wiped away as he cupped the underside and rasped, “So fucking perfect.”
He sucked a nipple into his mouth, and threading my fingers through his hair, I gasped, “Mason.”
Letting go with a pop, he smirked up at me. “Like that?”
“Yeah, so why did you stop?” I grumbled, wriggling beneath him.
“So I could give the other side some attention.”
And he did just that, swirling his tongue around the puckered peak before tugging on it with his teeth. “Oh yes!”
I felt the curve of his lips as he kissed farther down, between the valley of my breasts, over my stomach, and finally to just above my pussy. When he stopped there to look up at me with heated eyes, my hips arched off the mattress.
“Don’t worry, angel. I’ll give you what you need,” he promised. “Just wanted to take a moment to appreciate how fucking gorgeous you are, spread out like this for me.”
“Hurry,” I panted.
“So impatient,” he teased, gliding his tongue over the seam between my upper thigh and pussy without touching me where I most needed it.
I couldn’t exactly argue when I was greedy and desperately wanted him.
