I moaned and wailed with passion at each thrust, trying desperately to catch my breath in between, but I was just left panting.
I could feel a sensation building up in my stomach that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I hadn’t felt it with Mark; nor had I felt it with any of my other boyfriends. This was a raw passion that swelled with each passing thrust until I couldn’t hold it in anymore.
My breath left me altogether, and all of my muscles tense up, a surge of excitement running up and down every nerve in my body as I let out an unexpected, earth-shattering orgasm.
Then he tensed up as well and released himself inside my welcoming womanhood.
I sprawled out over the workbench, naked and sweating a cold sweat. My breath showed in the room with each exhale, and I laughed at the ridiculousness of it all.
I was surprised when he picked me up and flipped me onto my stomach. The workspace was already slick with my excretions, but I smiled excitedly, thinking he might already be ready for round two.
I couldn’t see what was going on, but I could feel it. He eased himself back into me, and instead of grinding me hard, he went slowly and gently. With his other hand, he rubbed my engorged clit.
The sensations were almost too much to bear at this point; I could already feel another orgasm starting to form. Unlike our first encounter, this one went slowly.
I didn’t last very long, and neither did he. Before long we had both collapsed in each other’s arms on the cold cement floor of his workshop.
I wanted to say something, but my exhaustion forced me to let go, and I fell asleep wrapped in his arms.
6.
When I finally woke, still crumpled up on the floor, I immediately realized how cold I was. I curled my toes and stretched my legs to get feeling back in them. Without waking Axel, I pulled myself up and started getting dressed.
I didn’t have a clue how to get home; nor did I have a means to get there. I figured I’d just wait until Axel woke up before bothering to figure it out.
My head was full of questions that I couldn’t sort out. I wondered if I was really that attracted to Axel or if I was just looking for something to take my mind off Mark. Whatever the case, I had made my decision, and there wasn’t any going back.
I wandered around the small shop, peeking through the doors and poking the various tools that were strewn about. Something odd caught my eye in the office. I couldn’t really make sense of it at first, but my name was on it.
It was a slip of paper, crudely written, with my name and others that had numbers listed next to them. If I had to say what I thought it was, I would say there was some kind of bet happening that had to do with me.
“I was hoping you wouldn’t see that,” Axel said, pulling his jeans on.
“What is this?” I asked.
“I don’t think I should say, but all you should know is that I put a stop to it,” he replied.
“Really, Axel, I need to know,” I pleaded.
He sighed and leaned against the door.
“Some of the crew was taking bets on who would sleep with you first,” he said.
I turned back to the page and felt disgusted just looking at it. I started ripping the page into smaller and smaller pieces out of rage.
“What the hell!?” I screamed.
He didn’t say anything. I walked over to him and pounded on his chest. He barely moved, just accepted whatever punishment I could dole out.
“I told you, I put a stop to it,” he said.
“How?” I asked, tears starting to form behind my eyes.
“Didn’t you see all the bruises on the guys last night at the bar? Why else do you think most of the guys left you alone? I made them scared to even get close,” he said.
I wiped a tear from my cheek.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I said.
“I didn’t have to, but I wanted to.”
“Why did you want to?” I asked.
“Because you deserve better than those creeps,” he replied.
“Are you saying you did it because I should be with you?” I asked.
He didn’t say anything, but I could see from the look in his eye that he wanted to say yes.
“Just take me home,” I managed. I didn’t have the strength to fight anymore. I just needed to sleep in a regular bed and feel at least somewhat refreshed before tomorrow.
He passed me the helmet from the previous day, and I stuffed my head into it.
I didn’t say a word the entire ride, and neither did he. I preferred it that way. Before long I was sitting in my motel room, wishing I could relive the past two days. I just wanted to be back home, snuggled in my pajamas, eating ice cream and forgetting the world.
7.
“Are you serious?” she asked over the phone.
“I already tore up the page, but they were seriously taking bets about who would sleep with me first,” I replied.
“I’m glad you’re only there for the weekend. You must have the patience of a saint to still be there for your mother.”
“I know,” I replied. “I’m not going to stay here a minute longer than I have to.”