Page 22 of Hard as Stone (Stoneheart MC #2)
“Axel...” His name is a chant I can’t stop repeating as his hands skim lower, popping the button on my pants. He drags the zipper down slowly, teasingly, before hooking his fingers in the waistband and tugging them off my hips along with my panties.
The cool air hits my heated skin and I shiver, but it’s not from the cold. It’s from the intensity in Axel’s eyes as he sits back on his heels and just looks at me, laid out before him, wearing nothing but my bra.
“God, look at you,” he rasps, his hands gliding up my thighs. “So fucking perfect. So ready to become mine.”
I blush under his heated gaze, fighting the urge to cover myself. But there’s no room for shyness, not with the way he’s drinking me in like a man dying of thirst.
“You’re still wearing too many clothes,” I manage, reaching for his belt. He lets me undo it, helps me shove his jeans down his hips. And then he’s naked too, and it’s my turn to stare because this man...he’s a work of art. All hard muscle and ink. Yum.
He settles between my thighs, and I gasp at the first brush of his cock against my center. He’s hard and thick, and I want him inside me more than I’ve ever wanted anything.
“Please, Axel...” I’m not above begging. Not when it comes to him.
“Is this what you need, trouble?” His voice is a sinful rasp in my ear as he teases me by gliding his length through my seam, the ridge of his head grinding over my clit. “My cock buried deep inside this sweet little pussy?”
“Yes!” I shift upward, urging him to enter me, but his hands catch mine, pinning them above my head.
“Patience, trouble.” His mouth trails down my neck, across my collarbone. “We’ve got all night.”
“I don’t know if I can wait that long,” I whine as he laughs softly against my skin.
“You can and you will, because I’m gonna take my time turning you into a slut for my cock. I’ve been imagining reducing you to nothing but moans and pleas for too long to rush it now.”
His words send desire coursing through me, pooling in my core.
He releases my wrists, but I keep them above my head, the desire to be at his mercy licking at my veins.
He takes his time kissing his way down until he’s right where I need him most. “Axel,” I pant as he flicks his tongue over my clit, sending me arching off the bed.
“Oh, I’ve missed this,” he mumbles before diving in with delicious enthusiasm, lapping and sucking and nibbling until I’m a mewling mess beneath him. I’m reduced to a quivering mess.
“Axel, I...” My words devolve into a moan as he slides two fingers into me, his thumb working circles around my clit.
“I know, sweetheart,” he purrs against the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. “I fucking know.”
And god, does he ever. Fingers and tongue and lips, it’s too much yet not enough. “Axel, I can’t...Axel!”
“Come for me, trouble,” he growls, before sucking my clit into his mouth.
That’s all it takes. I fly apart, my body convulsing around his fingers as an orgasm, the likes of which I’ve never felt before, tears through me.
“Oh, fuck,” I pant, my hands fisting in his hair as I cry out and ride his face as he licks and sucks and keeps me flying high. “ Axxxeeeeeeeelllllll! ”
He continues to work me through my orgasm, his tongue gentling as the aftershocks subside. When I finally collapse back against the mattress, boneless and sated, he starts kissing his way back up my body.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs. “I could spend all night between these thighs.”
I shiver at his words, desire already building again despite how hard I just came. “Good,” I manage, tugging at his shoulders. “Because right now, I need you inside me.”
Axel groans, his eyes nearly black with desire as he settles between my thighs. “I need that too, trouble. Need to feel that silky heat of your cunt wrapped tight around me.”
“Oh god! Yes,” I moan, desperate for exactly that. “Now stop talking dirty and fuck me.”
His laugh rumbles through his chest. “So demanding.” But he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against my entrance. I gasp, and he pushes in slowly, inch by delicious inch, stretching me in the most exquisite way. When he’s fully seated, we both moan at the sensation.
“Christ, Poppy.” His voice is strained, his muscles trembling with the effort to hold still. “You feel incredible.”
I experimentally clench around him, and he hisses through his teeth. “Don’t move,” he grits out. “Or this is going to be over embarrassingly fast.”
I can’t help but smirk up at him. “What’s the matter, Road Captain? Afraid you won’t recover fast enough to keep up with me?” I punctuate my teasing with a roll of my hips.
His growl vibrates through me as he digs his fingers into my hips. “Oh, it’s like that, is it?” He pulls nearly all the way out before slamming back in, punching the breath from my lungs. “You want it hard and fast, trouble? Want me to fuck this bratty attitude right out of you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, arching to meet his next thrust. “Give it to me, Axel. I can take it.”
His eyes flash with feral need. “Fuck, I love you.” Then he’s moving, pounding into me with a force that rocks the bed. The stretch and burn as he fills me over and over is magnificent, and I meet him thrust for thrust, urging him deeper, harder.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants against my neck. “Take my cock. Fucking made for me, this sweet cunt.”
I can only moan in response, too lost to the sensation of him moving inside me, hitting that spot that makes me see stars with every snap of his hips. His skin is slick with sweat against mine, the sounds of our joined bodies the only thing that can penetrate the haze of pleasure.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he curses as he pistons in and out of me. “Is this what you wanted, trouble? Is this what you came here for?”
“Axel! Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, yes, god, yes!” My legs wrap around his waist, urging him on as his cock rubs against my G-spot expertly, sending me flying toward the precipice again.
“That’s it,” he grunts. “Come for me, Poppy. I want to feel this sweet pussy milking my cock.”
His dirty words, combined with a particularly hard thrust, send me flying over the edge. My back arches off the bed as the orgasm crashes through me, my inner walls clenching around Axel’s shaft like a vise. He groans into my skin, his hips stuttering as he chases his own release.
“Fuck, trouble, you feel so good,” he pants. “Going to fill this cunt with my cum, mark you up inside so there’s never any doubt you’re mine.”
“Yes, Axel, please!” The thought of him claiming me so thoroughly has me clenching around him again, drawing out my pleasure.
“Fuck. Yes!” With a guttural shout, he shudders above me, emptying himself deep inside me. I can feel him throbbing, coating my insides with his possession. “Poppy.”
He collapses on top of me, burying his face in the crook of my neck.
We stay like that for long moments, Axel’s weight pressing me deliciously into the mattress, his cock still pulsing inside as the last of his release fills me.
I run my hands over the broad expanse of his back, tracing the lines of his tattoos.
“God, I love you,” he mumbles against my skin, pressing soft kisses along my collarbone.
“I love you too,” I whisper, threading my fingers through his hair. “Even when you’re an overprotective, stubborn ass.”
He lifts his head to look at me, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You wouldn’t have me any other way and you know it, trouble.”
I roll my eyes but couldn’t stop my own smile if I tried. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t let it go to your head, Road Captain.”
His smirk morphs into something softer, more serious, as he brushes the backs of his knuckles against my cheek. “I mean it, Poppy. You’re it for me. My endgame. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you, if that’s what it takes.”
Tears prick at the back of my eyes. After everything we’ve been through, everything that’s happened, his words fill me with a sense of peace I didn’t think was possible anymore.
“You OK?” he asks softly, pressing a kiss to my temple as I choke up.
I nod, swallowing hard. “Better than OK.”
He shifts us until we’re facing each other, his hand coming up to brush the hair from my face. “No regrets?”
“About us? Never.” I trace the club insignia inked over his heart.
For a moment, I let myself be truly vulnerable, meeting his gaze.
“You’re my endgame too, Axel. My safe place.
My home. And even though everything else in my life feels like it’s falling apart, this—us—it’s the one thing I’m completely sure about. ”
His eyes search my face, but before the moment can get too heavy, I clear my throat. “But trashing my dad’s office during a fit of rage and trying to vandalize your bike? Maybe a few regrets there.”
He chuckles lightly. “You really tagged his office?”
“Spray painted ‘asshole’ across his wall.” I can’t help but grin. “In red. Very dramatic.”
“That’s my girl.” His eyes crinkle at the corners. “Though next time you want to take revenge on someone, maybe leave the bikes alone. Watching you try to tip mine was painful.”
I smack his chest. “Hey! I almost had it.”
“Sure you did, trouble.” He captures my hand, bringing it to his lips. “But from now on, let me handle anyone who needs handling. That’s what old ladies do—they let their men fight their battles.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh really? And how does that work?”
His expression softens as he pulls me closer. “We protect what’s ours. Love our women. Make sure they never doubt where they belong.”
“And where’s that?”
“Right here.” He kisses me softly. “With me. Always.”
“Always,” I whisper, kissing him again. What starts as a gentle brush of lips quickly ignites into something more heated as his hand slides down my back to cup my ass, pulling me flush against him.
“Again?” I murmur against his mouth, feeling him already hardening against my thigh.
He grins, nipping at my bottom lip. “What can I say? You bring out the insatiable teenager in me.”
I laugh, but it turns into a gasp as his fingers find their way between my legs.
And as I settle back, enjoying the sensation of Axel’s fingers expertly working me up again, I realize that this is what it means to be truly cherished.
To be protected without being controlled. To be loved, claimed. His.
Outside, I can hear bikes starting up, brothers heading home for the night. Soon we’ll have to face reality again—deal with my father’s betrayal, figure out what to do about my brothers, handle whatever fallout comes from tonight.
But for now, I’ve made my choice. I’m home. And it’s exactly where I belong.