A Little Patience

Chapitre 5 (SMUT)

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[This part includes sexual content.]

You escaped your spot and passed between strangers.

You needed relief. You couldn't stay like that, out of the question, even it coming to an end by you. You made your way as best you could, stepping on many feet and pushing a lot of people and finally reach for the toilets. You pushed the door, washed your hands - yeah - and stormed into a cabin, sitting on the board. You spread your legs and lost no time applying your middle and ring finger on your clit through your panties.

You didn't give a shit about the elegance of the scene nor your desperate state.

Your pleasure had run away but wasn't that far; you were still wet and the thought of Axl's fingers on you was enough to bring back a certain pleasure, but nothing compared to what you felt some minutes ago. You closed your eyes and thought about him.

Strange, seen that you broke apart six years ago?

Not strange, cause thinking about him in those moments happened more than you wanted to admit.

Your clit twitched below your pads.

You were focused somewhere else; you didn't hear someone come in the room and stop to eye the cabins.

You just imagined his fingers...

His voice...

"y/n?"

Yes, like that...

Wait.

You opened your eyes and closed your legs.

You waited.

"y/n, I know you're there."

You didn't get up and opened the door you hadn't lock by hooking your foot below it and drew it towards you.

You lifted your eyes and met Axl's. The door's springs made it start closing again but he put his hand flush against it, making it thump against the wall of the cabin a loud clapping noise. You didn't jump, nor detach your gaze from him.

There was this spark in his eyes that you didn't see for years but instantly made your thighs rub together. He grinned. You gulped and said with less insurance than you wanted: "What are you waiting for?"

It wasn't the tone he liked to be talked to; Axl had always been the most dominant one for sex, you being in the mood to stand up or not, he always won.

So, when he stepped inside the cabin and knelt between your legs, ass on his heels, you opened wide eyes. He closed the door in a swift movement of the arm.

He put his hands on your knees and opened your legs, making your hand leave its spot. He hooked his fingers in your panties at your back and you took support on the paper dispenser to lift your hips and help him remove it. He put it on the side, grabbed one of your legs that he put on his shoulder, and pushed on the other to spread your legs.

You hissed at the sudden exposition and looked at him.

He slowly bent forwards and locked eyes with you, making you gulp - and that making him smirk.

He pressed a kiss on your clit before flattening his tongue on it. You gasped and your hand went on his head, caressing his hair. His lips closed around your bundle of nerves and he sucked gently; as your high hadn't completely left, it was enough to bring you on the edge. You grabbed a lock and gently pushed his face into you; his hand grasped at your thigh to keep it open as you threatened to trap his head between your legs.

He had started to alternate between nibbling and sucking; your nerves endings were on fire and waves of pleasure were more intense and close to each other.

You were close, and your head fell back against the toilet flush, a hand clawing desperately at the slick wall.

You opened your mouth to say you were about to come, but too late; a guttural moan came out as you tugged at his hair; your pelvis started to buck against his mouth to sustain your pleasure the longer possible, and Axl pushed on your hips to hold you back.

He slowly stopped his ministrations as you came back from your high, your chest still rising and falling. You opened your eyes and looked at him. He propped himself on his knees and went at your level, still between your legs, one of his hands staying on your thigh. His other cupped your face, and he gauged your expressions.

That's when your eyes descended on his lips that you acknowledged you hadn't kissed him.

You didn't dare to do the first step. You felt stupid; he had just fingered you below a table and eaten you out in the toilet of a bar, and you didn't dare to kiss him. You looked back into his eyes. It was like you were afraid that as soon his lips would touch yours, everything would come back on you like a storm. The truth was, you didn't want to admit everything came back on you when you entered the interrogation room the other day.

You passed your index on his bottom lip, gathering your juices and sucked your finger clean. His breath got caught in his throat and his fingers clawed lightly on your jaw. You lowered your gaze: his tight pants left no place to imagine how he was feeling right now.

It looked like his wasn't going through all those interrogations inside him; he suddenly closed the gap between both of you and took your lips. Your hand clamped on his arm and you responded; it was hungry, consuming.

As you were trying to recuperate lost time.

You kissed until you lacked air.

"y/n?"

Both of you exchanged a look. You hesitated a bit before answering: "Duff?"

"You're alright? You left a bit ago, so I came to check if you were okay. You could have had trouble y'know."

You bit your lip; "Yeah- No, don't worry. I think the cocktail you took me didn't match my stomach."

"Oh, yeah..." He frowned, as he thought you hadn't even tasted it.

"Right. Take your time. Know that they just started putting good music to move your hips on!"

You shrugged: "Fine. I'm coming."

You heard steps and the swinging doors close. Some seconds passed before you heard the doors once again, and heels on the tiles heading to the cabin right next to yours.

You looked at Axl.

"So, what about we go on the dancefloor?"

He opened his mouth, but you got up, tugged at your dress and got out, him quickly following you after swearing.