[19] desire

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"You... Who is it?" He spoke lowly, staring me down in a way that made me feel like I was shrinking in front of him, and he was getting taller, and bigger.

"I..." I mumbled, now definitely not wanting to tell him.

He stepped closer to me and I didn't move, feeling frozen in my tracks.

"Who..." He stepped closer, "Is..." And closer, "It..?" And even closer. I could feel his minty breath hit my face, and I noticed now that his hair was a little bit damp under the hood of his shirt. And by the scent of Eucalyptus, I could tell he'd just taken a shower.

"It's," I mumbled again, the heat of his body towering over me making me stutter, "I-I don--"

His fingers grabbed my waist which was revealed from my crop-top, and he grazed the hem of my leggings. "Don't make me ask you again."

But I still didn't answer, and when his large hands slid down to my ass, and his lips moved towards my lips, I didn't want to say anything more.

"Tell me now Kameron, or else I swear, I am literally going to fuck it out of you."

My breath hitched, and my mind began to run one hundred miles a minute. The thoughts of Axel actually fucking me made my stomach flip. His dick is fucking huge, and the idea of having it shoved inside of me was making me crazy. I nearly hated when he said things like that, because my dirty thoughts absolutely take over, and all I want is him.

It's absurd how our bodies sometimes have more power than our brains.

I let out the breath I was holding, gliding my fingers onto the back of his head and pulling the hood down, running my hands through his hair.

He squeezed my ass firmly. He still hasn't kissed me yet, and at this point I guess I'd have to just do it myself. I moved my lips up to his, but right before we made contact, he pulled his head back.

He released me from his grip and left me standing, bare of his touch.

"Wha--" I frowned, looking at him now inches away from me.

"You've done something bad. Why would I reward you?" He told me, and crossed his arms over his body.

I couldn't think of what to even say, all of this feeling overwhelming.

"It's that weirdo, Dylan, isn't it?" Axel inquired, exhaling a deep breath and ducking his head down to look at the floor. I saw that the tips of his ears were red, tucked within strands of his hair which now that I look at it, were growing to be quite long.

Axel was still clearly angry with me.

I sighed, "Mm-hmm..." I trailed off, not being able to speak loudly or confidently.

"So what is it then? You fucking him?" Axel still didn't look at me, bringing his palm up onto his forehead and ducking his head into his hand, veins from his fingers moving under his skin as his arm moved.

"What?!" I widened my eyes, the accusation feeling preposterous.

"You are, aren't you?"

"Axel, n-"

"I can't believe it, I mean why would you?" He continued, throwing his head back and stepping away from me, and turning to walk towards his desk. He stopped there, and looked out the window.

"I'm--" I tried to interject. He didn't let me.

"He's great at it, isn't he? Well, I'm sure. Obviously. That guy looks like a total whore," Axel just wasn't leaving any room for me to talk, and his assumptions were crazy, "It's--" He cut himself off and turned around, looking at me. "Is it good?"

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