☼ six ☼ 🔥

                                    

                                          
I couldn't get home fast enough. Or race up my stairs and pass my door fast enough. Or seem to strip my clothes fast enough, get into bed fast enough—
Fast enough to touch myself to finish what Axel had started.
Doing this, letting him get to me this way, was toxic. Harmful to my sanity. I knew it, he knew it, but it was too late to stop it now. All I could do was end it—and I'd do so with my fingers between my soaked folds, screaming his name.
But he wasn't there, settled between my legs, his tongue twirling around mine, his hands massaging my breasts. His tongue didn't travel down to my nipples, encircling them with his wet warmth, tickling me into submission. His fingertips weren't digging into my thighs as he plunged his face into my center and sent me soaring into another world.
"Ah," I said, arching my spine as my fingers picked up speed, flicking at my clit as if my last breath depended on my climax. And by that point, I truly thought it did.
My sanity flew out the window. My heart pounded in the same rhythm as Axel pounding into me.
I felt him there, his cock throbbing inside me as it pushed in, slid out, covered in my wetness. I saw his eyes roll as he thrust, thrust, thrust into me. Fuck, I even felt my head smacking into the damn headboard though in reality, I was barely moving.
Nothing but the intense twitching of my fingers over my arousal, bringing me to the peak. Nothing but my imagination; the continuation of what Axel had put in motion as he shoved me against the leafy hedge surrounding Estelle's property.
It was almost as if I were still there. Still pressed against the sturdy fence, Axel's hot mouth on mine, his hand down my pants, his fingers moistened by my pleasure. His erection thumping against my lower lips, fabric against fabric, hardness against dampness.
I could have sworn he'd hopped into that Uber with me, eaten me out while the car swerved down busy evening streets, then threw me onto my bed once we breached my front door.
But he wasn't here. He'd let me push him away, let me walk away, let me run into the car and beg the driver to get me the fuck out of there. No, he stood there silently sulking, half-concealed in shadows, his eyes glowing with need but his lips down-turned, his shoulders squared.
So conflicted. So...
"Fuck," I yelped, my climax closer and closer.
The simple image of him in my mind sufficed. I didn't even need to picture him fucking me—seeing him, even clothed, those perfect muscles outlined by his tight shirt, that growing bulge beneath his fitted jeans, did the trick. That was all I needed, everything I—
"Ahhh," I let out, my clit pulsating under my fervent touch. That was it, that was it. "Shit...Axel..."
Axel wasn't there. Only a figment in my mind, a ghost haunting me every time I closed my eyes. A creature lurking no matter where I was. 
I removed my fingers from my dampness and got up to clean them. I then changed into pajamas—I wasn't going anywhere else—and curled up in the spot on my bed that I'd just vacated, grabbing my phone that I'd dropped on my nightstand.
This was too much. I couldn't take it, take Axel, anymore. I was naive to think maybe we'd avoid each other, maybe we'd get away with not being close; but oh, boy, how wrong I'd been. 
He'd found me at my work, cornered me in my boss' office. Then he'd followed me out into his sister's yard and mouth-fucked me there, where we could easily get caught. Both instances were so out in the open it shocked me no one had seen us, no one had spoken up. And all within one week.