Page 121 of Stains of Desire
Axel grunts and drops his hand into my shorts.
"I knew you'd be wet," he growls in my ear and begins to rub my clit so fast, I instantly come.
"Oh God," I scream as adrenaline fills my cells, and more water soaks us.
The entire way, he doesn't stop touching me. His filthy mouth says one lewd thing after another. By the time we arrive at the tanker, I'm soaking wet, but it isn't just ocean water. I'm pretty sure I'm sweating. My insides are a quivering bowl of Jell-O.
We get to the tanker. The crew drops two long chains. The men hook one to each end of the raft, and they raise us up in the air.
I dig into Axel's thigh more. I've always been scared of heights, and the tanker is several stories high.
Axel turns my chin, grasps my head with his palm, and slides his tongue in my mouth in a hungry kiss.
A horn-like blare fills the air, and I jump out of the kiss.
Axel's cocky expression only makes my loins burn further. "Time to get off this raft, green eyes."
We rise, and a guy from the ship holds his hand out. I take it, and he yanks me onto the vessel. Axel follows.
There are several introductions, but I barely hear anyone speak. Axel firmly holds me in front of him with his erection pressing against my spine.
"We've not had any sleep. Do you mind showing us where we are staying?" he asks.
A blond-haired man in his twenties guides us through the tanker and to a cabin. There's a bed in the room and a bathroom. A small closet is across from it. There are no windows and no space to move around.
He explains how meals work, hands us a map of the ship, and informs us of other things I'm not listening to.
I can't. All I feel is Axel's possessive hold on my body and his fingers periodically teasing me as he calmly converses with the man.
I keep a smile on my face, staring at the young man while trying not to squirm. After several minutes, I press my ass harder into Axel's erection. He tightens his arm around my waist.
The second the door shuts, Axel spins me. I unbuckle his belt, unzip his pants, and push them to the floor while shoving him to the wall. I kneel, licking his beautiful cock from the base to the tip, then teasingly sucking just a little on his head.
He fists my hair and groans when I open my throat, slide all of him in me and then graze my teeth on his shaft. His fingers glide under my armpits, and he yanks me up. "If you get my cock, I get your pussy." He licks his lips, his eyes full of fire, and removes my clothes. He moves me onto the bed and positions me over his body, biting, then sucking me the moment he makes contact.
"Destroy me," I whisper, and he freezes.
He hasn't bruised me since the night before the jet ski ride. But I also haven't asked him.
"I need it. Please."
His tongue lightly grazes my clit. I push my lower body to his face.
"Ple—"
Smack!
His hand stings my ass cheek, and he lightly licks me again.
"Axel!" I throb against his tongue.
He slaps me hard three times while teasing my clit until it's engorged and ready to burst.
"Oh God."
He rubs my skin, and tingles crawl under his hand. I take all of him in my mouth, opening the back of my throat and attempting to swallow, pulsing against his head.
He groans, reaches up, and tugs at my nipple while his tongue does a snake-like flick. At the same time, he smacks my ass cheek.
