Page 42 of Sweet Hate (If You Dare #1)

HAVEN

R ecognition slams into me at Axel’s words. His smirking face morphs before my eyes to another time and place, to a much younger Axel in the dark, where everything changed for us. Does he remember?

“I do remember, Sprinks. How could I ever forget?”

Shit, did I say that out loud? Only I really don’t think I did. Has he started reading my thoughts again? He used to be insanely good at knowing what I was thinking at any given time, but that was one of the things that was different between us this time around.

Or so I thought.

“You’re thinking too hard again. Please let me make you feel good.”

He said please. Why does that make me want to let him do anything he wants?

The smirk falls from his face, his intense, focused gaze now fully trained on me.

He looks so hot. Muscular thighs in sexy ripped jeans, T-shirt pulled taut across his chest, my favorite white lock of hair now flopping forward, begging for my hands to run through it and push it back up.

Shit, I need him.

His bike rumbled the entire drive. He could have warned me that I was basically agreeing to sit on a giant vibrator—only it blows them out of the water.

How am I supposed to go back to those amateur vibrations now?

I can see why he finds riding addictive, but I feel like we might have wildly different reasons for it.

I can hear cars driving on the road above us and this place isn’t exactly inaccessible.

Can I let myself go?

“What if someone drives down here, Axel?”

“I would never risk anyone seeing what's mine, Haven. I’ve been coming here for years and never seen another person down here. And the road is too small for anything larger than a bike. I promise you we’ll hear someone coming.”

Adrenaline courses through my veins at his words.

Screw it. Axel would never lie about something like that.

Besides, I’m not about to back down on a dare, and this will undoubtedly be the most beautiful place I’ve ever had an orgasm.

The ocean glitters behind us under the cotton candy sky streaked in pastel pinks and lilacs. I’m not sure it could get any better.

“OK. How should I?— “

I don’t have time to finish my sentence before he’s climbing off the bike, and draping me over the seat, partially leaning against the handlebars.

“This way you can enjoy the view while I enjoy you.” He winks at me. “Keep your hands here. Don’t move them higher in case you hit one of the controls, just hold onto these.”

Oh sure, no big deal, I’ll just try not to move to send us sailing off the cliff.

He doesn’t seem overly concerned though when he leans over me, his warm, callused hands closing over mine to wrap them around the long metal handlebars of the bike.

I feel him everywhere, his warm breath on my lips, his chest brushing my pebbled nipples, the firm grip of his hands on mine.

He has me burning up like an inferno, and he isn’t even trying yet.

The bike roars to life, and Axel leans back, a devilish grin creeping over his handsome face.

Wow, the low vibrations roll through me, and I’m so sensitive that it doesn’t even matter that my clit isn’t pressed onto the bike directly.

Every rumble running through me makes me clench with need.

Holy hell, I think I really, really love his bike.

Axel shuffles down, bracing his hands on either side of my hips. “This okay baby?” His eyes fix on my face while his warm breath flutters onto my covered pussy from where he’s poised above me.

“Yes. Please.” I can’t hold still. He’s so close to my pussy, that between the sight of his gorgeous face between my thighs, the memory of what he did in the diner fresh in my mind, and the bike sending vibrations through me more intense than the best sex toys I’ve ever owned I’m about ready to beg for relief, my hips thrusting up toward him of their own accord.

He looks every inch the devil as he licks his lips and smiles up at me while working to remove my shoes and pants, pulling them straight off and shoving them in the bikes saddlebag.

Oh shit. I gasp when my clit tingles being exposed to the brisk sea air.

The intensity reminds me that I’m half naked out where anyone could see me.

I close my thighs, trapping his head there just as his warm mouth closes over my clit.

All thoughts of being exposed fly out of my mind, the only thing I can focus on is the sensation of his mouth on me.

He alternates his rhythm between sucking my clit and dipping his tongue inside me, while gripping my thighs tight around his head.

This man is going down on me like it’s his last meal on earth. He’s barely started, and I feel like I’m close to exploding .

He's started to alternate between humming and blowing on my clit, the combination driving me wild. Past caring about anyone catching us, I let myself go losing myself to the sensation, moaning into the open air.

He lets out an approving growl, while his tongue dives inside me with a powerful thrust, plunging it deeper, licking and sucking me like a man obsessed. He pulls back, his breath ragged as his heated eyes meet mine.

“Fuck, Sprinks. How did I survive without you for so long? I’ve missed being able to play with my pretty kitty.” He leans on my pelvis looking up at me, letting out a sexy groan when he snakes his tongue over his bottom lip, tasting me. It sends a shiver of anticipation down my spine.

I feel like I’m going crazy between the rumble of the bike beneath me and the sight of him feral and needy for me while looking like he’s walked off the cover of a biker smut novel.

I think I’d offer him my first born for him to carry on eating me out.

My hips thrust toward his face, desperate for his mouth.

“Axel, please. I’m so close.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

His head disappears between my legs again, bringing both higher on his shoulders while I cling onto the handlebars for dear life. His hands slide under to grip my butt, tugging my pussy closer to his mouth.

He still knows what I need.

He increases his assault, his stiff tongue plunging into me, his nose rubbing on my clit, his stubble causing delicious friction everywhere.

I’m so close, my eyes shut as my lungs seize.

I tighten my thighs around his head to hold him in place grinding mindlessly on his face as my pussy throbs, ready to explode.

My entire body tingles as the pressure inside me keeps building, coiling me tighter and tighter.

“Open your eyes, Sprinks. I want you looking at me when you come. ”

I snap my eyes open and connect with his heavy-lidded stare. He tongues my clit again, not breaking eye contact, as he runs a thick finger along my slit. He looks sinfully hot, grinning up at me around his tongue, his hair flopping onto his forehead.

He slowly leans down and tugs my clit between his teeth and sinks two fingers deep inside me at the same time.

He pistons them in and out, using his stubble to tease my clit before sucking it again.

I’ve never felt anything this intense before.

When he tugs my clit again and curls his fingers inside me, hitting just the right spot, lights flash before my eyes, and I explode screaming out his name.

My body tightens and convulses in his arms as he doubles his efforts, not stopping while I clench tight around his fingers, sending me straight into a second orgasm even more intense then the first.

My clit pulses with aftershock after aftershock, my body trembling as I struggle to calm my racing heartbeat and catch my breath. I’m not sure I’ve ever come this hard. Not even with him before.

A sated smile spreads across my face as I fall back, my eyes closed.

“Goddamn, Sprinks, you squirted. That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.”

I did what?

My eyes surge open, and I scramble to sit up without letting go of the handlebars, incase I fall off the side of his bike and bollocks—not only is Axel’s chin still glistening, but there is a wet patch spreading across his damn shirt.

“Oh shit. I’m so sorry.”

I. am. mortified. I’ve never done that before. Not gonna lie, I thought this was just something that happens in porn, I didn’t think this shit was real.

“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” He sits up and moves my hands off the handlebars, rubbing them as he does so. “ Haven, just as I didn’t think you could get any hotter, you go and blow my mind again.”

He stares down at me in amazement, and I feel my embarrassment slowly fading away.

His hands sink into my hair as he leans down to kiss me. His soft lips move slowly, his tongue stroking mine. I can taste myself on his lips and I like the fact that he’s somehow marked as mine now.

I sneak my hands under his shirt, my fingers itching to explore his solid, warm body as I trail them toward the erection trapped in his jeans.

I work the buttons and tug them down.

“Sprinks, you don’t have to—” I press my lips to his to silence his words.

“I want to, Axel. Let me see my little guy.”

“Little? Well shit, that’s a blow to my ego.” He sputters out a laugh as he lifts his hips to help me strip his jeans off him.

“I mean, he’s little compared to the rest of you.” I smirk up at him tilting my head.

“Brat,” he grins before he leans down tugging my lip with his teeth as my hands get back to working the very large, very angry looking boner out of his boxers.

It’s hot and girthy in my hand, and I can’t wait to feel it inside me. How is it possible that he’s even bigger and wider than I remember?

Are cocks like ears? Do they never stop growing?

The smooth veiny length, heavy with its perfectly round head, curving as though it’s reaching toward me.