Six Like The Number

The Project

*Six's POV*

The next few days at school seem to drag on forever. I don’t want to admit it to myself, but I know that it’s because Axle isn’t there. On Saturday, he texts me to ask if I can come over to work on the report for English Lit. It’ll be due next Friday and we basically lost 5 days of working on it.

I drop Theo off at Shaunice’s and head over to Axle’s. When I arrive, I knock on the door and a woman who I guess is his mother answers the door. She’s very attractive, and if I wasn’t looking closely enough, I might even say she’s not old enough to have a 19 year old son.

“Hello, may I help you?” she asks, looking me up and down.

“Hi, um, yes, I’m here to work on a project for school with Axle.”

“Oh! Yes, of course. Come on in,” She says cheerily as she opens the door wider.

She closes the door behind me and says, “I’m Irene, Axle’s mom. And you are?”

“I’m Six. It’s nice to meet you.”

“It’s nice to meet you too. What project are you working on again?”

“Uh, English Lit. We’re writing a report on 1984 by George Orwell.”

Before she can answer, Axle runs down the stairs in a pair of grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt, saving me from this conversation. I have to stop myself from drooling at how good he looks right now.

“Alright mom, you don’t need to interrogate her. Come on, let’s go,” he says as he grabs my hand and drags me upstairs.

When we go into his room and he closes the door, he says, “Sorry, about my mom.”

“No, it’s fine. She seems nice.”

“Sure, let’s go with that.”

I look around the room and see a guitar and some sheet music in the corner by the large picture window. “Do you play?” I ask, pointing towards it.

He nods and says, “Yeah I do. It’s actually what I want to do.”

“What’s stopping you?”

“My parents.”

“I see. Would it be super cliche if I asked you to play for me?”

“It would be, but for you, I’ll do it.” He says with a wink.

He walks over and picks up his guitar and then sits on the edge of his bed before he starts playing an acoustic version of I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing by Aerosmith. When he starts to sing, I find myself completely mesmerized by his voice. It’s gritty and emotional and captivating. I know I’m staring but I don’t care. This is the most emotion I’ve ever seen from him and it makes my heart clench.

When he finishes the song, I look at him and my voice comes out as almost a whisper when I

say, “That was beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful,” he says as he puts his guitar down on the bed. I don’t try to stop myself from walking over and climbing on top of him so that I’m straddling his legs. I put my hands on his face and kiss him. I feel his hands make their way to my butt and he pulls me on top of him as he lies down. “We’re supposed to be working on a project,” I say against his mouth.

“Are you going to stop me?” he asks.

“No.”

Before I can process what’s happening, we’re both stripping clothes off. The little voice in the back of my head is telling me that this is a bad idea but I shove her down into a corner because I don’t care about logic right now. All I care about is the feeling of his hands on my bare skin and his lips on mine. He flips me onto my back and strips off my jeans and his pants so smoothly. He crawls back on top of me and says, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

I can feel his erection pressing against my belly before he leans back to position himself. I'm only vaguely aware of how quickly this is all happening. I haven't slept with anyone since Jordan and I really was convinced I would take it slow, but s**t happens. My body wants what it wants right now and there's no stopping it.

“Axle, please,” I beg.

“Tell me what you want.” The dominance in his voice making me even more wet.

“I want your d**k inside me,” I say breathlessly.

“Good girl,” He says and slams into me. The pain and pleasure this causes me is inconceivable.

He puts a hand around my throat, and says, “Do not come without my permission. Is that understood?” I nod and he says, “Good girl.”

Fuck, I would do anything to hear him call me that again. I try so hard to listen to him but I don’t think I can stop it anymore.

“Please, Axle. I need - I need to-”

“Okay, you can come now baby girl.” I listen and come hard around his c**k. I hear him groan as he finishes too. He rolls off of me and I cuddle into his side, resting my head on his chest as he makes little circles on my back with his fingers. “You know, I really did come here to work on our project.”

I feel the laugh that rumbles through his chest. “I know.”

We sit up and he goes to grab a towel to clean us both off before handing me my clothes.

“Alright, we really should get some work done now. This essay isn't going to write itself.”

We spend a couple hours working on the essay before I tell him I have to go home. I always feel bad spending this much time away from Theo on a weekend. When I go pick him up, Shaunice and Stan invite us to stay for dinner. We cook a lasagna together and after we eat, Theo and Kayla are playing while the three of us are sitting at the table.

“So you spent the day studying with Hottie McHot pants. How did that go?”

I feel the blush that makes its way to my cheeks. “It went well.”

“Oh my gosh, you f****d him didn’t you?"

My blush deepens. “I might have.”

“Girl, please tell me it was incredible.”

“It was," I say with a grin.