Vicious

Chapter Three

His hand slid up my knee towards my thigh sending desire straight to my core. I clenched my thighs in anticipation. While I wasn't a stranger to bedroom antics, I had the distinct feeling that he was going to be different. That he would ruin me for all other men, because after tasting him, little else would satisfy. 

He watched me through his hooded gaze as I shuddered in anticipation. A slid closer, angling my head towards his, diving in for a taste. 

Only it wasn't a taste. He devoured me. Kissing me deeply from the moment I parted my lips, his tongue showing me exactly what he was capable of. We both held back the night we slept together, burdened by the guilt of sneaking around behind Sadie's back. But here and now, there was no guilt, only us.

He gripped the back of my neck, keeping me in place as the kiss deepened further. I marched greedily into his kiss, his firm chest pressing into me, my breasts rubbing against my shirt causing tingles to shoot down my spine. 

And when it was too much, when I needed to come up for air, dizzy with desire, he simply placed his lips on my neck, kissing me in delicious ways that made my toes curl in anticipation. 

He knelt beneath the armchair, his fingers undoing the buttons of my jeans one by one. Once they had all been released, I lifted my hips and allowed him to slide them off of me, my heels the first to go. 

Clad only in my peach lacy panties and my shirt, Axel hooked a finger on each side of the band and slid the peach material down my thighs, eventually tossing it on the ground. 

He grinned a masculine grin of pure satisfaction, his gaze meeting mine briefly before he lowered his head to my core. 

I whispered softly at the first lick, trying to suppress my shudder. My sensitive breasts were on fire, as I rocked my hips into his face wanting more. 

He obliged, licking and sucking, causing me to buck in pleasure beneath his tongue. The man was incredible with his mouth. My nails dug into the arm of the wing back chair, the cream coloured material course against my palm. A bit my lip, holding back my moan until I couldn't stand it anymore, the words tumbling out between pants and deep breaths as that ever present light was building within me, ready to burst at any moment. 

"Axel!" I panted. 

He didn't stop. He didn't slow. He didn't even look at me. In fact, he increased his pace, his tongue diving and licking between my crevices finding its way to my entrance, lapping up my wetness. 

"Oh God," I moaned, "Oh God, oh God, oh God," I moaned, unable to contain myself. My n*****s pebble against my shirt as my hips rose voluntarily, pressing me further against his face. My hands moved of their own accord to his hair, and I dug my fingers against his scalp and shattered against him. 

I rode out my orgasim with Axel's tongue sliding against my most sensitive parts. And when I came down from that high, I shut my eyes and panted. 

Axel chuckled. "Anytime you need help with stress relief or to simply ease the tension, you come to me. I know that your hormones are in overdrive right now, and I’’ll be of service any way you want." 

I cracked one eye open and looked at him, "I think you may just kill me from pleasure," I said, still recovering. 

"Baby, that was just the starters. Main course takes place on the bed." 

And just like that I felt myself pool with warmth and wetness for him. 

Without another word, he bent down and lifted me up, carrying me with such ease and gentleness towards those grey sheets. As I lay back onto the soft plushness beneath me, he leant forward and began unbuttoning my shirt, freeing my breasts. 

He groaned at the sight of them, my name on his lips as if it were a prayer. 

"I didn't really get to see you that night," he admitted, "I should have taken my time with you. I should have taken more than one hurried night with you, but today we are going to fix that." 

He simply looked at him, lying fully naked on the bed, I parted my thighs in invitation. 

“Today I am going to enjoy Vee, and this is just the beginning,” he whispered. 

It was all he needed. Soon enough he was stripping, clothes falling to the ground in disarray. The only thing that he didn't allow to fall to the ground was his cut, which he folded neatly and placed on the bedside table. 

My gaze travelled from his chiselled face, to his chest adorned with tattoos, all the way past his abs to his vees. And when I looked past those vees, I realised how very large he actually was. 

I remembered being sore the following day after our night together, but with all the alcohol flowing I hadn't realised that he was that large. I swallowed audibly, and looked up from his large manhood. 

He smiled a s**t eating grin, and stepped forward. 

He lined himself up at my entrance and thrust in slowly, allowing my body to adjust and stretch around him. I lay still, panting, feeling the wide girth of him twitch inside me. 

And it felt incredible. 

Bending my knees and lifting my legs slightly, I gave him more access, allowing him to slide in deeper. I lifted my head to watch him slide in… and in…. and in. And when he was the deepest he could possibly go, I moaned, and dropped my head back against the sheets at the sheer feeling of him. 

He began thrusting at a relentless pace, and not once did he slow. It could have been punishing if I didn't want it so much - want him so much. I watched his abs ripple and tighten with every thrust. 

I lifted my hands to my sides, fisting the sheets as I arched up into him. All thoughts eddied out of my mind, and I only had a singular focus - his thrusts. My core began to tighten as I felt the tell-tale signs of my organism building. 

I shut my eyes at the build up of pleasure. 

"Look at me," Axel demanded with sheer command in his voice. My eyes opened as I watched the sweat gleam upon his forehead. His jaw was strained and I knew that he was holding back for me, waiting for my orgasm to barrel through me before he allowed himself to join me. 

I held his gaze and lifted my hips, meeting him thrust for thrust. And when his gaze got too much, when I felt too exposed, I turned my head, burying it into those grey sheets and moaned out his name as I shattered beneath him. 

A few more thrusts and he joined me in ecstasy as he tumbled down, catching himself with his arms before he fell on me entirely. 

Face to face, he grinned at me and kissed my neck. 

"We should have done this in daylight ages ago Vee," he spoke into my shoulder, his breath sending shivers down my body.

My body tensed with laughter as I shoved him off of me. 

We lay on those sheets, taking glimpses of one another and then staring at the ceiling. 

"You're not even showing," he said looking at me and not looking at me. 

"It's still pretty early, I think," I replied. 

He turned to face me, rolling on his side. "How are you feeling though? Are you okay?" 

I grinned, "you didn't seem so concerned a little while ago," I said. 

He shrugged, "I got distracted. A momentary lapse in judgement. It won't happen again," he said whilst crossing his chest. 

I raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, this part will happen again," he amended awkwardly, "but the me not remembering that you might have pregnancy symptoms definitely won't happen again." 

I giggled, "you're cute when you're nervous."

He glared at me, "you don't call a biker cute Vee." 

I shrugged, the grin plastered to my face and sat up. 

"You're leaving already?" He asked. 

We both knew this was coming. 

"Yeah," I have to meet my father and tell him what's going on." 

He glared at me, "shouldn't I be there for that discussion?" 

I stared at him, his response entirely unexpected. 

"What?" He demanded, "I don't imagine daddy dearest is going to be thrilled with the situation, and there are two of us in this equation Vee, so you don't need to take the heat on your own. Hell, you shouldn't be taking any heat at all." 

I smiled at him and patted his shoulder, "I have to do this on my own, besides it's probably better that you're not there - my father can be volatile sometimes." 

He sat on the bed frowning, "well, can you come back here after you've spoken to him?" He asked. 

"Do you want me to?" 

Axel nodded once. 

"You need to get clearance from your president," I said softly. 

His gaze flicked over me once more, and I was instantly ready for another session with him. 

“I’ll handle my business and smooth it over with the club, are you going to be okay doing the same?” 

I tensed, wondering if it would be okay, “If I speak to my father then yes, if Lucio gets involved there will be complications.” I gave him the most honest answer I could. 

“Lucio Santino?” he growled. 

I nodded. Lucio had earned his reputation as the mafia’s enforcer. The things he did were despicable, and I only knew about them through the grapevine - never from him directly. He was a little older than me, and my father had taken him in when he was pretty young, so when I came home for school vacations, I inevitably spent time with Lucio growing up. 

There was a time when I thought perhaps Lucio and I were supposed to end up together - that was before I took control of my life and started distancing myself from the organisation and all the complications that came with it. He came to visit me a few times in Luxembourg, but the truth was he didn’t see my point of view - didn’t understand why or  how I found the organisation stifling. Bute protection, and loss of freedom are often two sides of the same coin. 

“If he lays a hand on you, I won’t hold back,” Axel vowed, “I will come at him with the entire force of the club.” 

I squirmed under his gaze, “I’m sure it won’t come to that,” I said as I quickly dressed myself. His eyes never left me, not once. 

“Look,” he spoke softly, sliding behind me, his breath against my ear sending delightful shivers through my body, “if there’s a problem just call me - I’ll come. We’ll come,” he amended. 

I swallowed and nodded my head, allowing Axel to escort me out the door, down the corridor and off MC soil. I wasn’t sure how the hell I was going to manage it, but I needed to convince my father that me being with a high ranking member was actually a good thing. Hopefully the prospect of a grandchild would soften him. 

I slid into a taxi, and was driven to meet Lucio promptly, my stomach a flutter of nerves.