I saw the hallway that led to the VIP room and remembered the little closet that I had seen when Marissa and I had been looking for the guys. As we neared it I opened the door and jerked Axton in behind me. It was a janitor’s office, with cleaning supplies and a small desk in one corner. I locked the door and then pushed Axton toward the desk.

“This isn’t how I planned tonight,” he said, almost to himself.

“Are you complainin’?” I asked, already working my thong down my thighs, not surprised that they were so wet that a few drops dripped onto the floor. That was how it had always been with Axton. He hadn’t even fucked me yet and I was dripping my juices everywhere.

“Fuck no,” he growled, watching me closely as I worked my tiny underwear over my heels. They were my favorite, and not just because he had bought them for me. No, it definitely wasn’t because he had given them to me. “I just wanted to be able to take my time with you, baby. And now I’m so hot I know I won’t last two minutes inside of you.”

“Well, that’s the good thing about me.” I reached for the top button of his jeans. “I’m all about round two. And three. And with you… Maybe even a round four.” With his jeans undone I reached inside and pushed them down along with his boxers. When his long, throbbing cock sprang free, my breath caught in my throat as my eyes landed on the tip.

Everything inside of me froze. When the fuck had he gotten that piercing? It hadn’t been there in October when we had hooked up during Harper’s wedding weekend. The Prince Albert gleamed in the florescent lighting of the janitor’s office, almost mocking me as I lifted a finger to trace over the hoop through the tip of his dick.

“When..?”

“After that weekend,” he told me, his body trembling as I tugged on the hoop ever so slightly. “When I got back to New York and you refused to talk to me. I wanted something to remember our last time together, so I figured getting your dick pierced was the smartest option.”

My eyes shot up from ten inches of enormous cock, with its glinting ring, to his eyes. “My dick?” The question came out almost a whisper.

“It’s yours now, Dallas. It doesn’t respond to anyone but you, so it might as well belong to you.” He cupped his hands around my fingers, stroking our hands down his shaft. “There hasn’t been anyone since October. No one.”

My brain decided to wake up from its alcohol haze and tried to scream at me that he was full of shit, but I actually believed him. And that made me want him even more than I already did. “Condom. Now.” I wasn’t going to last another second. I needed him inside of me then and there, or I was going to melt into a puddle of need.

Axton lifted me onto the desk, spreading my thighs wide with his legs while his shaking hands pulled a condom out of his wallet. When he tried to open it he nearly dropped it, and I couldn’t help but smile at the sight of my rock god so turned on that he wasn’t able to even sheath himself in protection. I took the wrapper from him and tore it open with my teeth. Carefully I rolled it over his tip, making sure that his PA didn’t rip the condom as I pushed it down his length.

I lifted my feet onto the edge of the desk and spread my legs wider. With one hand holding onto his shoulder, I dipped my other hand into my dripping pussy, coating my fingers with my arousal before spreading it over his condom-covered cock. His groan of pleasure seemed torn out of him and I guided his tip to my entrance.

My eyes remained on his as he pushed deep inside of me. Those hazel eyes nearly rolled back into his head and he paused, leaning his forehead against mine as we tried to control our need. “I can’t offer you anything but fast and hard right now, baby.”

“Don’t care,” I gasped out, my walls already clenching around him, begging for more. “Fast is what I want.”

He pulled back, his hands on my ass as he nearly pulled all the way out. Then he was balls deep again, his piercing rubbing over something that made me whimper in pure pleasure. Strong fingers bit into my ass but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure that was exploding inside of me as he thrust harder and faster until he was jackhammering into me.

“Ax!” I cried, as my orgasm consumed me. I felt my release flood my entrance, dripping down my thighs in a rush.

“No,” Axton shouted. “No, not yet. I want more.”

“So take it,” I urged him. “Take all that you want, Ax.”

It spurred him on, his hips going deeper, harder until it was almost painful the way he was bouncing off my walls. The little sting of pain only pushed me toward another release and my long legs wrapped around his lean waist, holding him against me in a vice-like grip as he pounded into my pussy.

I felt his body starting to clench, knew that he was going to empty inside of me in a matter of seconds. With a strangled cry I touched my clit, wanting to go with him this time. Two strokes over the wet nub and my inner walls clenched around him, triggering his own release.

There was no way of telling how long we stayed like that afterwards. We were both struggling to breathe as sweat dripped off of us. I was still dripping wet, now from two orgasms. His face was buried in my neck, brushing soft kisses over the sensitive spot just under my left ear. The sound of his breathing was both calming and arousing all over again. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my fingers combing through his inky black hair in a way that soothed us both.

It felt like we had been there for hours before my heart rate started to return to normal, but I didn’t want to move. I wanted to stay there with him holding me like that for the rest of my life. As long as this perfectly sated feeling lasted. As long as I could pretend that he actually cared about me as much as I cared for him, because in that moment that was exactly how it felt.

Dallas

My phone was ringing. With a groan I lifted my head and then fell back against my pillows as soon as my forehead connected with the bed above my roost. “Motherfucker!” I cried as I rubbed the knot already swelling on my head like a demon’s horn.

From under my pillow my phone continued to ring. I would have ignored it if it had been any other ring tone, but not that one. Still rubbing at my tender scalp I swiped my finger over the screen of the iPhone and put it to my ear. “Harp, I miss you.”

“I miss you more,” Harper rushed to assure me. I hadn’t talked to her in a few days, and it never failed to make me sad to hear her voice. For so many years she had been just down the hall from my room. I could have seen her any time of the day if I wanted to. Now I knew that I had taken that for granted and I missed that bitch with every fiber of my being.