Page 16 of Hard as Stone (Stoneheart MC #2)
AXEL
“ W hy are we stopping?” Poppy’s voice is both confused and hopeful as I pull the bike off the main road and onto a secluded overlook.
“Thought you might enjoy the view.” I nod toward the twinkling lights spread out below us.
“Oh, wow,” she breathes, as I kill the engine and she slides off the bike, looking out over Stoneheart. “It feels like we’re above the stars.”
I watch Poppy as she moves to the edge of the overlook, her silhouette illuminated by the moonlight. That dress of hers hugs against her curves in a way that has me clenching my fists to keep from tearing it off her body.
“It’s beautiful,” she says softly, turning back to me with a smile as bright as the sun.
“Not as beautiful as what I’m looking at right now. But yeah, it’s nice down there.”
Her smile turns shy. “Axel...”
“Get over here, trouble,” I say, holding out my hand to her.
She walks back toward me, her hips swaying in a way that makes my mouth go dry. The moment she slips her hand in mine, I give it a gentle tug.
“On the bike, Poppy.”
With a guiding hand her on her hips, I help her climb up front so she’s sat facing me. Her dress rides up as she settles, revealing a tempting expanse of creamy flesh. I drink in the sight of her, all smooth skin and temptation, dark hair tousled and wild from the ride.
“Hi,” she whispers, a hint of shyness in her voice as she looks up at me through her lashes.
“Hi yourself,” I murmur, my hands sliding up her thighs to rest on her hips.
Poppy’s breath hitches as I pull her closer until she’s practically in my lap. Her hands come up to rest on my chest, her fingers toying with the buttons of my shirt.
“So,” she starts, voice husky. “About that dessert you promised...”
I grin, leaning in until my lips are a breath away from hers.
“Dessert’s right here, sweetheart,” I growl before capturing her lips with mine.
The kiss is hungry, desperate, all the pent-up tension from dinner finally breaking free.
Poppy moans into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair as she presses closer.
I slide one hand up her back to cradle her head, deepening the kiss as my other hand grips her hip, pulling her flush against me.
She rocks her body, grinds, the friction making us both groan. My hands roam her body, tracing every dip and rise that I’ve been dying to touch all night.
“Axel...”
“Stop me,” I murmur as I trail kisses down her neck. “Stop me before I can’t stop myself.”
Her fingers tangle in my hair. “Don’t you dare.”
I freeze at her words, a deep growl rumbling in my chest as I pull back just enough to look into her eyes. “Trouble, you don’t know what you’re getting into.”
“I do,” she whispers, her eyes searching my face as her fingers rake through my hair, then down my beard.
“And I want it, anyway.” My hands tighten on her hips, every ounce of self-control I possess fraying at the edges.
“I want you, Axel.” The way she looks at me—like I’m some kind of wild thrill she can’t wait to dive into—has my resolve crumbling.
With a growl, I capture her lips again, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire into the kiss.
Poppy responds just as desperately, her body melting against mine as her lips part, inviting me deeper.
I take the invitation greedily, my tongue sweeping into her mouth to tangle with hers as my hand slides under her dress, tracing the inside of her thighs, fingers teasing the edge of her panties. She gasps.
“Christ, you’re beautiful,” I murmur, moving my fingertips just enough to feel how wet she is. “Been wanting to touch you like this since that first day with the stop sign.”
She laughs, breathless. “That long, huh?”
“Longer.” I capture her lips again, swallowing her moan as my fingers find her apex. “Dreamed about you before I even met you.” The warm cotton of her panties is soaked through. “Dreamed about you every night since.Waking up hard and aching, wanting you so bad I can barely think straight.”
Poppy whimpers, her hips rocking against me. “Show me,” she breathes. “Show me how much you want me.”
I groan, the need in her voice nearly undoing me. My fingers push her panties aside, finally touching her slick heat. I groan. “Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so wet for me.”
Poppy gasps, her head falling back as I stroke her. “Please, Axel. More...”
“Giving it to you, trouble,” I growl, circling her slick and swollen clit with my thumb as I slide a finger inside her. “Gonna give you everything you need. Gonna make you feel so good.”
Her hips rock, fucking my hand as I add a second finger, stretching her walls.
Poppy moans, her fingers digging into my shoulders as I work her higher. “More,” she gasps. “Please, Axel...”
“Lie back.”
Poppy hesitates for just a moment before complying, leaning back until she’s sprawled across the bike’s fuel tank. I take a moment to just drink in the sight of her like this—laid out before me like an offering, her dress hiked up around her hips, her legs spread in invitation.
“Axel...” Her voice is breathless, needy. “What are you...”
“Shhh.” I slide my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress higher. “Just let me take care of you, sweetheart.”
I hook my fingers in her panties, dragging them slowly down her legs. Poppy lifts her hips to help, and the trust in that simple gesture makes my chest ache. Once her panties are off, I tuck them into my pocket. A memento of this moment, of her surrender.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, trailing my fingers along her inner thighs. “So perfect.”
She shivers at my touch, her breathing rapid and shallow.
Her skin is like silk beneath my fingers, each touch drawing soft gasps and trembles.
In the moonlight, she’s a vision—all soft curves and wanting, her arousal glistening like stars caught on earth.
I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want her.
The scent of her desire fills my senses, sweet and musky, and I have to fight the urge to bury my face between her legs right then.
“Axel...” My name falls from her lips in a plea filled with wanting. “I don’t know if we can do this here, like this... What if your bike tips?”
“It won’t.” I slide my hands under her thighs, spreading her wider as I settle between her legs. “I’m going to eat you so good. Get your cream all through my beard so you’re all I can smell for days.”
Poppy whimpers as I press soft, open-mouthed kisses along her inner thighs, inching closer and closer to where she needs me most.
“Axel, please...” Poppy arches off the bike, her hands tangling in my hair as she tries to guide my mouth where she wants it. But I resist, continuing my slow, teasing exploration of her silky skin.
“Patience, trouble,” I murmur, nipping lightly at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “I want to savor this. Savor you.”
She makes a desperate little noise that shoots straight to my cock. I’m so hard it’s painful, my erection straining against the zipper of my jeans. But I force myself to take my time, to worship her body the way she deserves.
I lave my tongue along the crease of her thigh, tasting the salt of her skin mixed with the sweet musk of her arousal. Poppy trembles, her hips lifting in silent offering. Slowly, reverently, I drag my tongue through her slick folds.
The flavor of her explodes on my tongue—tart and sweet and so uniquely Poppy. I almost have to grip the base of my cock to keep from coming in my pants. She tastes like heaven and sin, and I know I’ll never get enough.
Poppy moans, her hips tilting upward as she presses herself against my mouth. “Oh, god, Axel. Please...”
I groan against her core, and her back arches off the bike as my tongue delves deeper, exploring.
“Axel...” Her voice is breathless, wrecked. “That feels so good.”
I hum in response, the vibrations making her gasp and buck against my face. Using my shoulders, I push her thighs further apart, opening her fully to my hungry mouth. My tongue swirls around her clit before sucking it between my lips, and Poppy nearly sobs with pleasure.
Her little moans and whimpers spur me on as I feast on her, determined to make her fall apart.
I alternate between broad strokes of my tongue and targeted flicks against her swollen nub, relishing every shudder and cry I draw from her trembling body.
She’s so responsive, so uninhibited in her pleasure, and it just makes me want to unravel her even more.
“Axel... I...” Poppy’s voice catches in her throat as her orgasm builds. Her nails dig into my biceps, and I hope to god her fingers leave crescent-shaped marks in my skin. I want to be marked by her, want to wear the evidence of her pleasure on my body.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” I murmur against her slick flesh. “Let go for me. Wanna feel you come on my tongue.”
I love every damn second of her surrendering to me like this—wanton, wild, and so fucking sexy.
With one final flick of my tongue, she arches off the bike with a cry, her thighs clamping around my head as she comes undone. I hold her hips steady, working her through the tremors of her release until she collapses back against the fuel tank, panting.
“Oh my god,” Poppy breathes, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. “That was...”
“Delicious,” I growl, sliding up her body to capture her lips in a searing kiss. She moans as she tastes herself on my tongue, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
“Axel,” she whispers against my lips, her fingers tangling in my hair. “I want you. Inside me.”
I’m so hard that my cock has probably made a mess of precum all over my jeans. The throb is almost painful. But I force myself to slow down. This isn’t just about desire—it’s about showing her exactly what she means to me. About making this moment count.
With a groan, I press my forehead against hers and try to regain some semblance of control. “Not here, sweetheart. Not like this.”
Poppy’s eyes flutter open as I pull her dress back down her thighs. “What? Why not?”