Chapter 21
JAX
Currently playing: MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT by Loveless
Now I know why so many men prefer to skip the condom, even though it's reckless. I couldn’t even think of doing it with anyone but Soph—feeling her heat without anything between us is like experiencing a piece of heaven.
I pull out almost all the way, my piercings hitting her walls. I suck in a breath, needing to pace myself. “Fuck, you feel so amazing.”
“Fuck me, Jax. We’ve got all night if you want to go again,” Soph moans as she moves under me, bringing her hips closer to me. The movement slides my cock deeper into her tight pussy.
“Ah fuck, yes, I like how you think.”
She raises her arms over her head, and I grab her wrists with my left hand. I move our hands against the headboard while thrusting faster. She makes a sound that is a mix of a moan and a groan as I keep fucking her.
“It feels fucking amazing when I make you take every inch of me. You surely can handle it all. We both know you can.”
Her walls tighten around me, and she moans again. “Jax, I’m so close. Don’t stop.”
I love how responsive she is. I haven't experienced anything like her before. I lift her hips and spread her legs to get even deeper.
“Fuck, Jax, those piercings feel too fucking good.”
“Enjoy my cock and how it feels inside you. Take it all the way.” She moans loudly, urging me on. “That’s it. Fuck, you look beyond fantastic, taking all of me inside you. All that cock fills you up so fucking good, darling.”
Her loud moans are the only response as I use my free hand to play with her clit, drawing circles on her heated skin. “Come for me, darling. I need to feel you pulse around me. Take me. Claim me. All of me.”
And that comment, combined with my touch, finally gets her across the finish line. I feel her walls pulsing around my cock, and after four more pumps, I come inside her without any barriers. It feels so right—way better than I expected.
Slowly leaving her tight pussy, I look down to watch my release come out of Soph.
It’s the first time I have seen it outside porn, and it’s so hot.
I slide my two fingers inside her, feeling the evidence of our enjoyment.
I curl my fingers, and Soph reacts just like I expected—moans fill the room, and I don’t stop until she comes again.
“I don’t know if I can move now,” Soph says after her aftershocks quiet. Her hair is mussed up, a sheen of sweat covers her gorgeous body, and she looks like she could fall asleep any second. And she has never looked as stunning as right now.
I grin devilishly. “That was my goal.”
“But I wanted to shower!”
“The shower can wait,” I tell her as I lay beside her and pull Soph into my arms. “For now, I want to be with you. Feel you next to me.”
She sighs and curls into me. “Who knew that you could be so romantic?”
“You might be the only one to know that.”
“Don’t get soft on me now, Bennett.”
“There’s nothing soft about me, Kennedy.”
I don’t understand why shower sex is so hyped. It’s slippery, dangerous, and sometimes cold. It doesn’t even feel that great. But having a shower together with someone who you just had sex with is something special for sure.
Grabbing some of her body wash, I motion for Soph to come closer.
The water is running down her body as she moves, and I admire the water drops falling.
I want to follow them with my tongue, but I promised I would behave until we cleaned ourselves.
When my palms touch Soph’s tits, she closes her eyes and sighs happily.
“Mmm, your hands feel so amazing, Jax,” she moans as I massage her front. The fruity scent I’m so familiar with floats around us.
“I’m glad I can be at your service, my lady.”
She giggles. “Oh, my lord, how kind of you.”
I didn’t think I could get any harder than I was when I was inside her without a condom earlier, but I was so fucking wrong.
Hearing her call me my lord is doing strange things to my body.
As a closeted history nerd, I don’t often have opportunities to talk about history or show my interest in things like the Victorian era and The World Wars.
The only people who know about my strong interest are my cousins, our work team, Eli and Ollie.
My exes told me that war movies are boring as fuck whenever I hinted we could watch one.
My cousin Big O is the only one interested in something similar, and we sometimes exchange recommendations for shows and videos online.
I think I have bored everyone else with my history videos.
“Did I say something wrong?”
I blink out of my thoughts and find Soph’s concerned eyes on me. I realize that I’d stopped washing her as well. I clear my throat and shake my head, offering her a smile. “No, I was just thinking how I enjoyed you calling me ‘your lord’.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I love learning about history, so that was unexpectedly erotic.”
She giggles. “Oh, Jax. I wish I had known how much you love history. It’s kinda hot that you’re into all that.”
“Seriously?”
She nods with a soft grin. “I had no idea you, bad boy Jackson Bennett, were a history nerd.”
“Shut up about the bad boy thing already. I think we had that conversation.” I laugh and gently tug on the shower cap.
“So, what got you into history?”
“Well, I always liked history lessons in school. I had to learn more somehow, and my cousin suggested videos. With my dyslexia, it’s helped a lot to see and hear the information. I also want to try audiobooks, but I enjoy the videos too much to take time away from that.”
“I’m happy you have something like that in your life, Jax.”
“Me too,” I tell her and kiss her with all my admiration.
I make sure to wash every inch of her, just like she ensures I’m all clean for round two. She soaps me up and gestures for me to turn around so she can also get my back.
When I turn, she’s silent for a moment. I glance at her over my shoulder, and I see her eyes tracing the designs on my back. “Everything okay?”
She nods her head. “I’m just admiring all that.” She lets her finger trace the art on my skin. “What’s the story behind this full-back tattoo?”
I smile to myself as I like the idea of sharing the story with her. “I was twenty when I got the idea for the design. It took King and me hours to draw.”
“I can imagine. It’s so beautiful and detailed. But why a dragon and all the flames around it?” Soph touches my upper back, tracing the area where the wings are.
“I wanted a reminder of my time at the Browns and how I got out of there. You know, our foster parents died in a fire. Even if I wasn’t the one who started the fire, the symbolism in it all spoke to me on a deeper level.
” I take a deep breath to gather my thoughts.
“For me, the dragon also symbolizes the freedom of my soul and the strength that I had inside me when I had no idea I could survive. But if you ask someone else, they would tell you something completely different.”
“It’s why I love art,” Soph says after pondering my answer. “The beauty and the meaning of it are in the eyes of the beholder. You’ll never get two identical reactions to it.”
“And I love that you just called tattoos art.”
“Because they are. I have seen you and the rest of the crew working. You create art. Simple as that.”
I turn around and bend down to take her lips. She’s several inches shorter than me without the heels she likes to wear. When she presses closer, I wrap my arms around her and take in the moment. It feels like the world is spinning around us, but we are the only ones at this moment in time.
Pressing her against the shower wall, I let my mouth and hands explore her even more. After tonight, I want to be sure that I remember every single inch of her. Every dip, every curve, and every other spot she has.
When we’re drying off later, Soph points at my left bicep, where one of my other favorite tattoos is located. “Why do you have a hold on, pain ends tattooed right there? Is it from a song or something? I don’t recognize it.”
I knew she was going to ask something. But I don’t mind explaining why I have it. “No. It’s something Ollie once told me when we were teenagers. He said that ‘hope stands for hold on, pain ends, so we better keep going.’”
Her wondering expression morphs into a warm smile. “I really like that.”
“Me too. Some would call it a cliché, but to me, it's a good reminder to hold on when things get tough.”
“Just like right now?”
“Yeah, just like right now.”
Tossing my towel in the corner of the room, I get ready to go to bed. Soph notices it and motions to the messed-up sheets. “What should we do with those?”
“Let’s strip the bed and use the extra towels to cover the mattress.”
After we have done that, we lay down and the bed dips under our weight. Soph turns to me, lowering her head next to my pierced nipple. Staring at my eyes while doing so, she licks it, playing with the barbell. I left out a growl, enjoying the feeling.
Moving after a moment, her warm lips pepper kisses on my stomach, next to my navel.
Her mouth goes lower, and I feel it near my cock.
She gives my pierced tip a slow lick and then takes more of my cock in her mouth.
I feel her tongue playing with my piercings, making me see stars.
Whenever I go back to our first time together in my mind, I thought I dreamed about how good her mouth felt.
But as she keeps pleasuring me, I know it wasn’t a dream.
As I’m getting closer to the finish line, Soph’s mouth is gone, and her head pops up to meet my eyes. “I need you to tell me what you want—what makes you tick. I want to make your fantasies a reality.”
I lift myself, leaning on my elbows while pondering her words until something specific comes to my mind. “What if you fingered me while giving me head?”
“If that's what you want, then who am I to say no?”
“Fuck yes.” My cock twitches, showing her how much it loves the idea.
“Do you have lube by any chance?”
“I should have a travel-sized bottle in my bag,” I tell her as she gets up.
Soph looks at me curiously, arching her eyebrow. “You have lube but no condoms?”
“Yeah, jacking feels way better with lube because of my piercings you love so much.”
She chuckles and walks to the dresser and looks for the lube bottle in my bag. I grip my dick, stroking myself, watching her firm, naked backside. I have admired her the entire time I have known her, but seeing her like this is beyond my fantasies.
Soph turns and sees me ogling. It makes her grin like a Cheshire Cat. “Do you see something you like?”
“Very much so. Get back here.”
Showing me the bottle she found, she motions for me to lie down again and sits on the edge of the bed. Soph squirts some lube into her hand.
“Have you done this before?” she asks as she strokes along the area, teasing me, but not touching where I want her right now.
“Once, but that was years ago.”
Soph stops moving her fingers. “You mean you haven’t done it for a while? Not even yourself?”
“I actually have a dildo for that.”
“You have a dildo for butt play?”
“Yeah, a medium-sized hot pink dildo, but I’ve never used it with a woman.”
Her eyes darken as she stares at me, a small smile playing at the corner of her lips. “That’s fucking hot, Jax.”
“You’ll love my collection of toys. You seem like a woman who would like being played with in the bedroom.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“I know you’re a strong independent woman outside the bedroom, but there isn’t anything wrong with wanting to be submissive and give control to someone else every now and then. Other times, you know what you want and go after it.”
“Then it’s good that I want to suck you dry while playing with your ass.”
“Fuck yes.”
She adds more lube to her fingers, and I spread my legs while bending my knees, allowing her better access. Soph strokes my dick with her lubed hand. I groan, begging for more. “You better get where I need you, and right fucking now.”
“So damn bossy.” she smirks and moves her hand. I feel her digit slowly probing my opening, and I’m close to begging.
“Relax.” Her soft voice surprises me, but I do what she tells me. I breathe slowly, calming my racing thoughts. This is beyond my wildest dreams, and my entire body is desperate for her touch.
As my body relaxes, her finger slides in. I let out a low moan that echoes through the room. Fuck, I love the feeling of her finger inside me. She moves her finger slowly, going deeper, and when I relax even more, Soph adds another digit.
“Fuck, that feels too good,” I groan and close my eyes. My entire body shakes with pleasure.
“Just wait until I start sucking you off,” she says, adding more lube around my butthole.
While still fingering me, I feel her warm breath as her soft lips wrap around my cock.
The feeling of her fingers and mouth at the same time almost sends me over the edge.
I try to think of something…anything else, so I don’t release my load in the first ten seconds.
Taking me deeper, she licks and sucks around my hardened cock while her index finger curls in a come here motion, finding my prostate.
She hits the spot repeatedly as she repeats the movement, and it almost blinds me.
“If you don’t want to swallow my load, I suggest pulling off right now.”
Being the firecracker she is, she keeps going and rolls her tongue along with my piercings. That’s all it takes for my release to fill her mouth and coat her throat, and she takes it all like the champion she is.
The best part is right after when I get to kiss her. Many guys think it’s gross, but kissing a woman after they give you a five-star blowjob never gets old. And especially not with her.
When we cuddle, ready to sleep, I only keep thinking I could get used to being next to her. But because of our past and unique relationship, I know it’ll take time.