Chapter 3 Awkward Position

Hannah

Living with your ex has got to be the most inconvenient shit to ever happen to someone. It's worse if it's an ex that dumped you at the altar.

Axel Haven is a pain in the ass.

Worst of all, he's a handsome pain in the ass that I've been living with for a month.

Yesterday, he stopped me in the hallway, pressed me against the wall with one hand around my throat and the other on my ass, and he just kissed me. For over ten minutes, he just kissed me, and it was the hottest thing I've ever experienced in my entire life. I don't know when he'd have stopped if my brother hadn't interrupted us.

My lips were swollen, and my skin was red and tender from his beard, but I could have let him do that all day. Because while he might be a devil who fucks like a god, his kisses are hellfire.

He summoned me to his office a few minutes earlier, which usually means sex on his desk, on the sofa in the corner, or against the door. But not today. I'm going to grow a backbone and behave like the girl my momma raised instead of being driven by my hormones.

Axel is staring at his laptop screen with a frown on his face. Apart from a curt nod of acknowledgement when I walked into the room, he ignored me.

Asshole.

He rolls his neck and the thick veins pulse as he grinds his jaw. My heartbeat is thrumming in my ears as I stand just a few inches from him. If I stretch out my hand I could run my fingertips over his thick biceps and onto his hard chest to feel his muscles flexing beneath the soft rich fabric of his shirt.

Goddammit. Stop it, Hannah.

He lifts his head, training his fiery gaze on me and I'm done for. My determination and resistance wilt like a flower in need of good water in the heat. What the hell is wrong with me?

He stands so quickly that I gasp, but I have no time to let it out again because his mouth is on mine, his huge arms around my waist, crushing me to him as he kisses me with so much fire that my skin burns from the heat. One of his strong hands coasts up my back, his fingertips grasping at the fabric of my dress until he reaches my head and palms the back of it.

Taking a handful of my hair in his fist, he tugs at the root, tilting my head to his desired angle so that he can claim my mouth as he pushes me back against his desk.

"Fuck, Hannah," he groans as he breaks our kiss for a moment, running his nose over my cheek and down to my neck. "Why do you always smell so fucking good?"

I reach for his hair, curling my fingers into his thick dark locks as I sit on the edge of his desk, spreading my thighs to allow him to press himself against me. And he takes full advantage, grinding his hard cock against my pussy and making me whimper with shameless need.

When the hell did I turn into this person? Desperate for any crumb of affection and contact he will offer me.

As he crushes his mouth against mine again, the hand he has on my waist slides over my hip and my outer thigh until he's pushing my dress up even further, giving himself access to take whatever the hell he wants from me. His touch is warm as his hand slips beneath the fabric and onto my soft skin until he cups one of my ass cheeks, kneading it in his powerful hand and using it as further leverage to press our bodies even closer together.

"Axel," I whimper into his mouth, trying to pull away and take in some air, but he refuses to let me, and I remain pinned to him.

There is no escaping him. No fighting him. Not that I want to. I am as desperate for him as he seems to be for me. Slick, wet heat burns between my thighs as I rock my hips against him, chasing the friction that comes from his thick cock rubbing against my clit through my panties.

"Yeah?" he grunts. "Tell me what you want, kitten."

Kitten. A word that started as an insult has somehow come to make me pliant on command. I lean into him further, my body melting like warm wax against his solidness.

"I want you," I murmur. He smiles before his tongue slips back inside my mouth, and he deepens our kiss, consuming me like a fire does oxygen. He slides his hand between my thighs, running his fingertips over the damp patch of fabric on the crotch of my panties and eliciting a moan from deep inside my chest. I pull on his hair and slide one hand down his back, my fingernails scraping over his shirt as I fight to get him closer to me. To get him where I want him, where I need him.

He growls in response - actually growls. It's an animalistic sound that starts in his chest and rumbles up through his throat, making me shiver. He tugs my panties aside, dragging the tip of his pointer and middle fingers through my soaking folds.

I whimper again. Shameless, needy, and desperate for more, I hook one leg around his waist and pull him to me, shifting my hips, hoping his fingers will slip lower and deeper. I want him inside me. My body is screaming for him to touch those places that only he knows how to reach. Knowing exactly what I want from him, he slides two thick fingers inside me and my pussy squeezes around him as pleasure and heat surges through my body. Wrenching my lips from his, I throw my head back and moan his name, loudly enough that anyone passing his study might hear, but I don't care. His touch turns me into someone I barely recognize.

"I love to hear my kitten purring," he says with a dark laugh that rolls through me as he starts to finger-fuck me with such ease and skill, that it's like he's known my body forever.

"You... feel..." Those two words are all I can manage as he thrusts deeper, massaging my inner walls as the heel of his palm rubs against my clit until my orgasm starts building to a crescendo. Waves of rippling pleasure start rolling through my core as he buries his face against my neck, dragging his teeth over my sensitive skin.

"You hear how wet your cunt is for me?" he asks before he starts to suck on my neck, pulling his fingers all the way out before driving them back in for emphasis. The slick sounds of my pussy are almost drowned out by the blood rushing in my ears as I tug at his shirt. He's holding back. Denying me the rush that is so close but so frustratingly far away.

"Please, Axel," I beg him, lost to any rational thought now. I scramble to unbuckle his belt and pants.

"I don't have any condoms in here," he groans in my ear.

"It's okay, just pull out," I rasp as I reach inside his pants and squeeze his thick, hard cock in my palm.

"Fuck," he hisses. "Are you sure?"

No. But my wanton whore of a pussy wins out. "Yes. Please," I plead instead.

Then his fingers are gone and he releases his grip on my hair, making my head spin at the loss of his touch. Until he reaches between my thighs and tears my panties down the middle, effectively making them crotchless.

I blink at him.

"They were getting in my fucking way," he snarls before he wraps his arms around me and slams into me.

"Ohhh," I moan, circling my arms around his neck so that I can have something solid to hold onto because I'm pretty sure my soul is about to leave my body.

"Fuck, you feel so good like this," he says, his lips brushing over my ear. "So fucking good."

I wrap my legs around his waist as he pushes me back slightly, adjusting his angle so that he can slide in even deeper.

When there is a knock at the door a few seconds later, I bury my face into the crook of his neck as my cheeks burn with shame.

He shouts - loudly and angrily - something in Greek, and though I don't understand the words, I appreciate their meaning.

"Oh God," I whisper.

"I am your fucking God, kitten," he growls in my ear as he goes on railing me on his desk.

The orgasm that has been taunting me for the past ten minutes is so dangerously close now. I hope whoever just knocked on that door has walked away because I'm about to implode.

"Axel," I cry as my pussy squeezes around him, pulling him deeper and never wanting to let him go.

"Fuck, Hannah," he growls. "I can't... I need to stop."

"No," I cry out in frustration, and my brain stops working entirely as my body chases the endorphins that are only a heartbeat away. I cling tighter to him, crossing my ankles behind his back to keep him where I need him. "Don't stop."

He doesn't stop. He drives into me one last time and my climax burns through every cell in my body like wildfire. "Oh fuck."

When he bites down on my neck and grinds his hips against me, I know that he's found his release too.

We both cling to each other, panting for breath and not daring to look the other in the eye. What the hell did we just do?

I just let my ex-boyfriend cum inside me.

"You can get a pill for that, right?" he asks.

I blink in confusion. Then I realize he's talking about Plan B.

"Yeah. I'll need to go to the pharmacy," I whisper.

"I'll go," he replies as he pulls out of me and releases me from his grip.