Chapter 14
JAX
Currently playing: Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard
The cab feels too small, having her sitting next to me in such a confined space. Her smell lures me in, so I move so that our thighs touch slightly. She inhales deeply before turning those stunning brown eyes my way.
“Tell me I’m not imagining this,” I whisper.
“Imagining what?”
Her question makes me smirk, one corner of my lips turning up. “I know you aren’t stupid; you know exactly what I mean.”
She nods and avoids looking into my eyes, glancing out the window. The passing streets are blurry, and street lamps bring glimpses of light to the cab.
I take hold of her face and make sure we have eye contact. “Sophia, it’s your last chance to tell me no before I kiss you again.”
“I need to think about it,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
I let out a chuckle and run my finger across her lips. “I know that once I get to taste these again, I’m not stopping unless you tell me to stop.”
She acts nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders. “Are you that worried that I’ll say no?”
“Not really, but I’m all for clear consent, even when only kissing. So, can I kiss you now?”
“Ye—”
I don’t let her finish before my hungry mouth is on hers. It’s like I have been starving for her all my life and can’t get enough after our kisses at the karaoke bar.
I demand her body to pay attention to me with every move I make. I move my pierced tongue over the roof of her mouth and nip at her lip. She moans, and I know I’m fucked. That sound is the most beautiful one I have ever heard.
“How do you have such a strong hold of me? I should be mad at you after what you did, but I can’t stop imagining your taste on my lips,” I pant, breaking our kiss as the car comes to a stop.
“You can keep the rest. Have a good night,” I tell the driver as I toss him a Benjamin while we stumble out of the car.
I offer my hand to Soph as she’s struggling to walk with her heels on the cobblestone front of my building. I stop her before entering my building to ensure she isn’t too drunk. “Listen, I need to know that you aren’t going to blame alcohol tomorrow.”
“I had three drinks tonight. I would say that I’m only drunk on you at the moment.”
“That’s an answer I like.”
We fumble to get our coats off while walking up the stairs to my loft. I resist the urge to press up against her right here in this stairwell, because I can’t stop at kissing if I touch her now.
Once inside my place, I take off my shoes and walk toward the kitchen area and ask over my shoulder. “Do you want anything to drink?”
“I want something other than a drink right now.”
I guess we’re done pretending that we don’t want to fuck each other’s brains out, even if we haven’t been the biggest fans of each other lately.
I turn around and see her taking off her top.
Her tits are covered in a beautiful black lacy bra, just what I hoped she would wear.
Her curves fill the cups nicely, and my mouth waters at the sight.
Light glints off the piercing in her navel, turning me on even more.
Nothing sexier than piercings in the right places.
She stands there in her underwear, jeans, and fuck-me-heels. Any time I see her in those shiny heels, it’ll only make me think of this night and all the dirty things we’re going to do to each other.
I grab the back of my shirt, tugging it over my head, and throw it behind me.
Her eyes are glued to my tattoos and pierced nipples which are often covered by clothes.
She’s seen my arms and neck tattoos before, but she couldn’t have known that my upper body is mostly tattooed.
My back also has one large piece that took way too fucking long to finish.
Soph admires my tattoos—my favorites are the lion roaring on my left side and the shipwreck next to it because that design reminded me of my troubled past and my lost childhood dreams. Every design I have has a story to tell, even if that story is something along the lines of I was drunk and got matching tattoos with my cousins (that has happened twice).
It’s still a story like any other. She steps closer and licks her tempting lips.
If that wasn’t an invitation, I don’t know what is.
I wrap my hand slightly around her throat. “Please tell me I can kiss you again.”
She answers by bringing us closer together.
The moment our lips touch, I know I won’t get enough of her in one night.
This attraction I feel isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
I lick Soph’s lower lip, making her moan.
I use her reaction to my advantage and push my tongue inside.
She quickly catches up, and our tongues move together—like in a choreographed dance that we both know by heart.
Our kiss is everything I wanted. It’s full of all those heavy feelings we both carry—that dislike for each other.
But at the same time, the lust we both can’t ignore any longer.
Breaking the connection, I pepper kisses on her neck while unbuttoning my jeans. Soph follows my movements by taking off her shoes and then her pants. Without her heels, she’s way shorter than I thought the night we met.
When my jeans are off, I lift her carefully, and her legs wrap around me. The feel of her pressed against me makes me moan. “I can’t wait to get you naked.”
She kisses my neck, whispering her reply. “Then what are you waiting for?”
I carry her to my bedroom, our lips touching most of the twenty seconds it takes me to walk there.
I set her on the edge of my bed carefully and sit next to her.
Seeing Soph in my space, wearing only her underwear, makes my heart beat wildly.
“I don’t know how to act around you, Soph. You drive me crazy.”
“Let’s start with getting naked. We don’t have to worry about tomorrow tonight,” she suggests.
“I like that.”
Soph slides her right palm over my cock and squeezes it lightly. Cursing under my breath, I pull away to lower my boxers. She’s staring, mouth hanging open. I chuckle at her astonishment. “Darling, have you fucked a pierced cock before?”
She shakes her head, not able to get any words out. I palm my cock and give it a gentle stroke while sitting on the edge of my bed. “Are you familiar with body piercings, or perhaps you need a little lesson?”
“Yours is the first,” Soph admits, still staring at it.
I’m more than pleased to hear that. “See these four frenum piercings underneath? They’re called Jacob’s Ladder, just like in the Bible,” I say with a playful smirk.
“But just a bit sexier and better for us both when I fill you. At the tip is a magic cross—it has an ampallang, which penetrates through the glans horizontally, and an apadravya, which is pierced vertically. Together they form a cross. Not to forget my pubic piercing here.”
As I point at the top of my shaft while stroking myself with my other hand, I catch her licking her lips. “Fuck, Soph, if you keep that up, I’ll just fill your sassy mouth with my cock before you have time to say please.”
“Please,” she says and then blushes. Shaking her head, she whispers, “I don’t even know how to handle all that. Like where should I even start?”
I take hold of her jaw and tilt her head so that she’s looking into my eyes. “Soph, fuck me. Use me. Take out all your past anger on me. You need that. I need that. We need that. The rest of it will take care of itself. Let’s enjoy one night of fucking, and that’s all it needs to be.”
Her quick intake of breath echoes around us. But once I let go, her confidence spirals upward, and she traces her finger against my chest. “Get ready then, Jax.”
With that single sentence, I know my mind is about to be blown, just like my cock is.
Soph makes me feel like I just popped an ecstasy pill with a single caress.
The feeling spreading across my body feels even better than before.
Every part of me screams for her attention.
I know that seeing my cock with all those piercings could have freaked her out, but after the initial shock, she took it all in like a champion.
Her hungry gaze told me everything I needed to know.
Soph drops to her knees next to the bed and wraps her warm mouth around my tip.
I don't know if there's anything sexier than seeing Soph on her knees for me. I lean back on my hands and enjoy the show. Soph flicks her tongue around my magic cross, and I roar as it feels so fucking amazing. I haven’t had a proper blowjob in weeks, so having Soph’s hot mouth around me is what I needed.
And it’s even better than I imagined. Way better.
She knows what she’s doing, too. She licks and sucks me like there’s no tomorrow, and I love every fucking second.
Her mouth wrapped around me is what heaven must feel like.
She moves her mouth and hand up and down on my length, taking care of all my piercings and paying attention to every part of my cock.
Soph moves her other hand closer and grabs my balls in her grip.
She looks up at me, and I nod before she massages them with a firm touch.
It’s not too soft, not too hard. It’s like Soph knows my body—she hits the right spots as I feel the tension building inside me, ready to erupt.
I don’t know if I can hold on much longer without coming.
When I’m getting too close, I tell her to stop, and she does.
Her lush mouth lets out a pop when my dick leaves it.
“Fuck, you suck dick like a champ.”
She chuckles proudly. “Thanks. Where are your condoms?”
“Top drawer.” I point at my nightstand.