Page 29 of Wallflower No More

My cock twitches. “Make me.”

She takes her truck keys off the table. “Fine, don't leave. Maybe I'll go stay over at Brody's until you do.”

What the fuck did she just say? My vision turns red, and before I know what's happening, she's pinned up against the front door, and I'm hovering over her like a lunatic, holding her plush body against mine. My jaw is so clenched it's starting to get sore. “Do it. I dare you.”

She trembles against me but is brave enough to use my words against me. “Axel, honey, your jealousy's showing.”

And. “Never tried to hide it.”

She looks at me like I'm an idiot, and no contest because she turns me that way when she talks about McDouche. “But why, Axel? You're confusing the hell out of me. Maybe we should stop this.”

Panic seizes in my chest. No. She can't leave me. I crush my mouth to hers. She resists for a moment but gives in to my need. Our kisses are so forceful that by the time we separate, our lips are almost bruised. The fire is still in her eyes, and I know I need to come clean about my feelings. “I want you, Scarlett, only you. And I'm done with the whole faking idea. It's real to me.”

She says nothing for a long moment. Her eyes soften along with the tone in her voice. Our breathing is still somewhat ragged. “Okay.”

“Is that all you have to say after I poured my heart out?” I need more.

She looks away. She's hiding, but she doesn't have to do that with me. Taking her chin in my hand, I return her eyes to mine. “I never wanted it to be fake in the first place, Axel.”

“Good, because neither did I.” Finally, my heart can get out of my throat. My pulse kicks up when her eyes darken. To her surprise, I pick her up and take her legs, wrapping them around my waist. She leans in and brings her lips back to mine. I've always loved kissing and foreplay, but with Scarlett, it's different. Better. Amazing. Addictive. I can't get enough. A fire is burning between us that can't be quenched. She moans when I rub my cock against her core. Fuck me. Literally. A cough startles us both, making me drop her on her ass. I'm shocked, she's laughing, and Toby is trying his best not to. He is going to die today. Helping my lady up first, I rub her plush ass to take away any harm that was done to it. Turning around to find Toby running back toward his room is satisfying.

Scarlett grabs my arm. “Leave him alone. He just wanted to get our attention.”

I whine. Creeds don't whine. It's official. I'm a pussy. “But he made me hurt you.”

She shivers. “I was always told that instead of rubbing something better, you should kiss it instead.” My cock springs forth. She has such a nice big ass. I get on my knees and begin to turn her around. She stops me with a squeal. “Not here, crazy!”

I laugh. “Why? Toby won't come out again until after we're done.”

Her eyes widen. “This is a public area, and everyone is home. That's why.”

Bending my nose to the apex of her thighs, I inhale the alluring scent of her arousal. “Seems like your pussy doesn't care that this is a public area.” She makes a strangled noise. I smirk and begin pulling her shorts down. Her panties are next. “Fuck. You smell so good, Wallflower.”

Her voice is raspy, clouded with her need. “Please, Ax.”

Besides Rabies, I've never had a nickname before. I love it. She's getting extra orgasms tonight. “Spread your legs. I'm hungry.” Lust takes over my mind. She's dripping down her legs, and my tongue laps that up first. “Such a pretty little cunt.” My mouth finds her clit next, and I suckle her sweetness, the gasps that fall from her pouty lips are almost my undoing. She's close now and sticking the edge of my tongue inside her is what throws her over—her scream crescendos throughout the entryway. Scarlett will be embarrassed later, but I'm not. Because now they know without a shadow of a doubt that she's mine. I've held back until now. If she thinks I was overbearing before, she won't love the obsessive asshole that's to come. Because she's mine, and I can't lose her.

***

I am still wrapping my head around the fact that Axel feels the same way about me that I do him. And him being honest about it means so much to me. I keep waiting for something to come around and mess it up, but you can't live your life in fear.

-Scarlett

“Axel, please, I want to taste you.” I fall on my knees before him. The look on his face is almost revenant. He stands, and the outline of his impressive cock is begging to be let out. I rub the seam of his shorts with my palm, and he hisses his pleasure.

His eyes are dark caramel, and his voice is commanding. He's different, more possessive. “Take my cock out, and suck the tip, Red. Now.” My mouth waters. His dick is girthy and long. Bigger than Blaze's or anyone I've given a blow job to. It's a little intimidating up so close to my face but backing down is not going to happen. Axel pulls my hair, causing me to look up at his towering frame. His eyes almost shine from lust. “Fucking now, Scarlett.” Okay, Mr. Sexy Rabies, sir. If I had been wet before, the sprinklers have been turned on now. Leaning forward, I lick the precum off of the tip of his shaft, making him growl. My inner submissive bitch howls because she's pleased him. While his dominance craves control, she wants praise and acceptance. Wetting my lips, I slide his cock in my mouth. Placing my hand firmly at the base and beginning to move proves difficult because of his size. He moans my name, and I greedily quicken the pace. Axel's hand slides into my hair, and he pushes himself into my mouth further. He gasps. “Take it all in, Scarlett, take it all in that pretty little mouth. Please.” My heartbeat quickens in excitement as he sets a grueling pace. My eyes begin to water, and every time I gag, he bellows his praise. “I'm close. You better fucking swallow it all.” He explodes, and the warm liquid shoots down my throat. I take every bit and whimper with delight. He pulls me up and holds me, slapping my ass hard in the process. His voice is raspy with desire. “Nobody has ever been able to take it all. Good fucking girl.”

Chapter 18

Family Dinner

The Fearless Camp is silent for once—no jealous outbursts from Axel. Oh, wait, that was a lie. One of my followers may or may not have told Brody McDougall where Scarlett was tonight. Axel baby, we love a possessive hero, or is it an anti-hero? Pictures will be posted soon. You're welcome.

Axel

Fuck. My eyes roll back into my head. Never have I ever come that hard or that fast. She fucking took it all. She makes a move to get out of my embrace, embarrassment is probably setting in, but I don’t want to let her go. “No, not yet.”

She nervously looks around. “But someone may come out of their room.”