Page 129 of Caution to the Wind

“Not at all.” He nipped my ear and then leaned back on his heels to drag his heavy cock nearly all the way out of me, staring at our connection. “But remember, you asked for this.”

I opened my mouth to say something sassy, but he impaled me again, forcing the air from my body on a long, wailing moan. With someone else, I might’ve been embarrassed by the noises he pulled from me as he worked me back and forth on his cock, but Axe-Man was a vocal lover, praising me for taking him so good and for having such a pretty, greedy pussy. He grunted and growled, slapping my ass to watch it jiggle and eventually reaching beneath me to pinch cruelly at my throbbing clit.

I came the first time so quickly, it almost scared me. I gasped and shuddered like our connection was electrocuting me. Axe-Man fucked me through it, unrelenting, almost pitilessly driving me higher and higher until I thought I understood why the French called orgasms the “little death.”

The second time, he coaxed it out of me, urging my limp body up so I sat impaled on his dick. He gripped my hips and shuttled me up and down on his length, his teeth fixed to my neck when he wasn’t grunting encouragement into my ear.

“I’m going to come,” I nearly sobbed, dropping my head back to his shoulder, reaching back to grip his hair in my hand so tightly he grunted. “God, no, I-I don’t think I can do this.”

His chuckle was mean and sexy, a side of him I’d never known that I knew now I’d be addicted to forever. “Take what I give you. You asked for this.”

Fuck, but I did, and the strain of taking him in my swollen pussy was the same unbearable pleasure-pain of loving him and longing for him. Unbidden, tears burned at the backs of my eyes. I didn’t want this to end because I didn’t know if I’d ever have him like this again.

“Tell me you want me,” I whispered as my cunt clenched down on him, and I quivered on the edge of release. “Please.”

He didn’t ask why I needed to hear it. Instead, he moved one hand up to cup my throat and turn my head so he could speak against my parted, panting mouth. “Goddamn you, but yeah, I want you. Never want to stop fuckin’ this pretty, perfect cunt. You’re so fuckin’ dangerous ’cause you make me so fuckin’ weak, Rocky.”

It was that.

The sound of my old name in his mouth.

I broke open on a scream he quickly muffled with his hand. He fucked me as I writhed in his arms, caught up like Thetis shape-changing to escape in Peleus’s stronghold. Only, Axe-Man wouldn’t let me go, wouldn’t let me pretend I was anyone else but Mei Zhen Marchand. The girl who’d loved him too young and abandoned him when it mattered. The girl who’d come back but wasn’t forgiven. The girl he wanted, but wouldn’t let himself like.

But none of that mattered when he called me Rocky as I came and then again, a moment later, when I milked his cock with my climax and felt the kick of his orgasm inside me, and he moaned his name for me again in my ear.

Because in the end, if he was fucking Rocky, it meant there was hope he could love me again even after everything I’d done.

And that rocked me just as much as the orgasm that swept through me and turned my mind to static.

MEI

“What happened that night?”

It was dark now. Axe-Man had turned the lights off with a thump of his fist when he returned from the bathroom with a wet cloth to clean between my legs. I wasn’t sure if he’d wanted the pitch dark to hide the care he took with me, the fact that he returned at all let alone to tend to me, or if it was because he sensed I needed the shield of darkness after what we’d just shared.

I thought for sure he’d leave after cleaning me, but he’d only tossed the cloth to the floor, jerked off his unzipped jeans, and lay down on the bed beside me. We weren’t touching, but I could feel the vibration between the long line of his body and my own, like our attraction had its own frequency. He didn’t speak for such a long time, I’d wondered if he’d fallen asleep, but I didn’t want to do anything to disturb this odd peace between us.

Instead, I relished the slight aches and twinges in my body from the rough fucking. Nothing really hurt, which was a happy indicator I was ready to go back to the gym for training, but the throb in my nipples and pussy was pleasant enough to lull me into a kind of meditative state. Nothing existed for me in that dark room but Axe-Man, me, and the knowledge that we’d fucked, and this time, it had been about more than just anger and hate no matter what he’d said before.

I didn’t know what it meant, and later, I’d probably agonize over it, but for once in my life, I had what I wanted, and I was going to savour it for a moment.

So I wasn’t prepared for Axe-Man’s question like a monster looming in the dark.

For a second, I thought I’d imagined him saying those words because I’d both feared and yearned for him to ask so many times over the last few weeks.

What happened that night?

Such an easy, obvious question with such a complicated, horrible response.

I bit my lip so hard the skin broke, and blood blossomed in my mouth.

“Rocky,” he said softly into the dark.

It made it better I couldn’t see him. Only the hot, hard line of his body against mine, like a mountain pressed to the horizon. Even though my heart had started racing the moment I realized he’d actually spoken, it calmed me to feel him there. He’d always been a special kind of gravity to me, something to keep me grounded, something I felt on every inch of me, in every molecule in a way that was both natural and profound.

“I need to know,” he continued.

I was grateful there was no antagonism in his voice, just a weary kind of supplication. He had so many demons, many of which I’d given him myself, and he deserved to have some––this one––laid to rest.