Ignite (The Disciples 4)

“Fuck, Antoinette.” He lifts me up and down, his thick cock swelling.

“Axel, I can feel you,” I murmur, staring into his eyes, my pussy continuing to pulse.

“Baby,” he hisses as he stops my thrusting.

I see it.

His eyes change, a flicker, a light. It’s as if both our souls are intertwined as he orgasms. It takes my breath away. His fingers dig into my ass. His cock pulses, filling me up. I can barely catch my breath. It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but this moment, this very second as our bodies are one. Our lips touch as we breathe in and out and I’m undone by him.

Completely destroyed.

I can’t move. I want to feel like this forever, floating only in our world. His hands leave my ass to cup my face while his sapphire eyes focus on me. He’s almost desperate in his perusal.

“Axel.” It’s gravelly and full of emotion, but for that split second I thought he was going to tell me what I desperately need to hear.

He doesn’t. He brings my lips to his as he kisses me. It’s slow and gentle and I sigh into it. Slowly he lifts me up, and, barely able to stand, I reach for the chair. My legs are shaking. He steadies me and walks over to reach for his cigarettes. My eyes follow his body—it’s beyond hot. He’s all muscle, his arms and back covered in tattoos that range from music to Greek gods. I don’t move as I watch him light the cigarette and inhale. He looks over at me, his eyes unreadable.

I start to walk toward the bathroom to take a quick shower, saying over my shoulder, “Pepperoni and basil, please.” He did say we were gonna order pizza and watch whatever I want. Also, he got me a cake. I smile.

Just don’t do what Eve and Dolly did. Doug’s voice rings in my head. I can completely understand them. These emotions I’m having are consuming, addictive, and scary. Eve got pregnant and Dolly stabbed Edge, both wanting their man so desperately, fiercely, that they were willing to risk it all to win.

They fought dirty.

What scares me is I completely get it.AXELIt’s late, well late for me. I look up at the ceiling and try to ignore my morning hard-on. My dick should be sore and tired after fucking all night.

Unfortunately, now that my body is ready to fall into a deep sleep, I need to drag my ass out of bed. On instinct, I kiss the top of her head as she mumbles and snuggles her nose and lips tighter into my neck. Somehow this has gotten complicated. I’m at war with myself. Last night was not casual. Nothing about us, her, is casual.

“I need to take a shower, babe.” This time I do sit up. She snuggles deeper into my pillow.

Standing I grab a pack of cigarettes, letting my eyes trail over her face and body, which is slightly tangled in the sheets. Light and dark, her long, defined legs look like soft-serve vanilla ice cream next to my dark sheets.

Untouched by anyone but me.

I light up and open the window, looking out at the sunny day. The chrome on the bikes flashes in the morning light. Squirrels twirl around the tree. Other than that, it’s still, almost as if the birds are waiting for the chaos to unfold—like children daring themselves to see how long they can hold their breath.

Inhaling deeply, I let the nicotine wake me up. “Everything okay?” Her voice. I’m fucking addicted to her slightly raspy voice.

“Yeah.” I turn. She’s sitting up with perfect posture. Everything about Antoinette is delicate and graceful. Her hands rest in between her crossed legs, the black sheet covering up her pussy but leaving her breasts bare. I have to fight to stop myself from rubbing my chest where my heart is.

“You need to stay home today.” It comes out harsh and she shoots me a glare. As she stretches, her small breasts and her fucking nipples make my cock throb, and I almost laugh. Since when do I like small tits? Since her, I guess.

Ironic.

She frowns. “Axel. I’m scheduled. I’m not screwing Charlie over.” Her lips are puffy from kissing me. I have to stop myself from grabbing her head and shoving my cock down her throat.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I need to focus. Instead I’m possessed. I’ve fucked this woman every way possible. And still I crave her. Leaning down, I kiss her lightly. “I’ll take care of it,” I say.

Smiling, she reaches for my cock.

“I need to get in the shower, baby.”

She looks up at me, her tongue licking the small amount that’s leaking out. “I know.” And there she is, my mythical siren put on this earth to fucking destroy me.

She gets on all fours. Her warm puffy lips wrap around my cock and suck hard on the tip. Leaning my head back, I close my eyes and let her fuck me with her mouth.