Chapter 4 #3
He lowered his head to take one peaked nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue until I was writhing against the wall. His hand worked on my other breast, rolling and pinching until I was desperate with need.
"More," I gasped, my hands fisting in his soft golden hair. "Please, Jax, more."
He pulled back with a wicked smile. "More what? You need to be specific, princess.”
"Touch me," I begged shamelessly. "Touch me everywhere."
"Everywhere?" His hands moved to my tights, slowly pushing beneath the waistband. "Even here?"
His palm pressed against my heat through my panties, finding me already soaked and ready for him.
"Yes," I moaned, bucking up against his hand. "Especially there."
"My needy princess,” he murmured approvingly, sliding my tights and panties down my legs in one smooth motion. “So wet for me already."
I was completely naked now except for my socks, pressed against the warm wood wall while Jax remained in his thermals, having only shrugged off his heavy winter coat.
The contrast made me feel deliciously vulnerable and exposed, his powerful frame still partially clothed while I was completely bare.
"Spread your legs for me," he commanded softly, and I obeyed without question, my thighs parting to give him access to my most intimate places.
His fingers found my slick pussy, stroking and exploring with the confidence of a man who knew my body better than I did.
His fingertips traced every fold, every sensitive nerve, making me gasp and arch against the wooden wall.
“That’s my pretty pussy,” he murmured appreciatively, his voice dropping low and hungry. “Responding so well for me.”
He slid two thick digits inside me, and I cried out at the sudden fullness. The stretch was exquisite, my walls immediately clamping down around his fingers like they were trying to keep him there.
“You’re squeezing me,” he groaned, his thumb finding my swollen clit and rubbing with tight little circles. “Moan, princess. No one can hear us in here except the fire and the music."
The firelight played across his concentrated features as he worked me higher and higher, his fingers curling to hit that spot that always drove me insane.
The Christmas music provided a surreal soundtrack to my mounting pleasure, gentle and peaceful, while Jax systematically destroyed my ability to think.
My freed hands found his chest through the thermal fabric, desperate to touch him, to ground myself in his solid warmth.
I discovered his peaked nipples through the material and began circling them with evil intent, feeling him shudder at my touch.
"Fuck, Estelle,” he breathed, his rhythm faltering for just a moment. "You drive me insane when you do that."
I smiled evilly and pinched gently, rolling the sensitive buds between my fingers through the fabric. His hips jerked forward involuntarily, pressing his hard cock against my thigh with desperate need.
"I'm going to come," I warned breathlessly, my hips grinding against his talented fingers.
He added a third finger, stretching me wider while his thumb pressed firmly against my clit. The combination was overwhelming, and before I could prepare myself, I was falling apart.
My release crashed through me like warm honey, my inner walls fluttering and gripping his fingers as tremors coursed through every inch of my body.
I pressed my head back against the rough-hewn wood, whimpering his name while he guided me through each delicious aftershock.
"Beautiful," he praised, his voice thick with reverence as his free hand worked to free himself. The light caught the flushed tip of him as he sprang free, already glistening with need.
"Look how you glow in the firelight, princess. Like you were made for Christmas cock.”
Before the last echoes of pleasure had faded, he was positioning himself at my entrance, the broad head of him nudging against my oversensitive opening.
The scent of pine from the garland mixed with woodsmoke and our shared heat, creating an intoxicating blend that made my head spin.
"Ready for me?” he asked, though we both knew we were too desperate for each other. His breath ghosted warm against my ear, voice rough with barely leashed desire.
“Mmm yeah…” The words dissolved into a broken moan as he began to push inside, my tight flesh yielding to his patient invasion.
Every nerve was still singing from my first climax, making the stretch and fit of him filling me feel magnified.
My fingers clutched at his shoulders, seeking an anchor as my body accommodated his size while Christmas music drifted softly around us.
“So fucking tight,” he hissed, his own control evident in the tremor of his voice. "You're doing beautifully, letting me in.”
And I did. Despite the overwhelming sensation, my body welcomed him like coming home. My walls rippled and adjusted, learning his shape all over again while sparks of pleasure danced up my spine.
“Fuck, Estelle,” my name fell from his lips like a prayer as he finally seated himself fully inside me. "You're so goddamn hot—you're gripping me so warmly I can barely think."
His restraint was hanging by a thread, probably due to how cold it was outside versus Jax being inside me.
I could see it in the tension of his jaw, in the way his hands shook slightly where they gripped my hips, in the careful way he held himself still inside me while my body adjusted.
"Move," I whispered, nuzzling into the warm hollow of his throat where his pulse hammered wild and fast. “Make me feel good.”
The sound he made was pure male satisfaction as he began to move—slow withdrawals followed by deep thrusts that had me keening.
Each stroke dragged across nerve endings still hypersensitive from my first orgasm, creating a delicious friction that bordered on too much and not enough all at once.
"There you go,” he praised, finding his rhythm as my body opened for him. “My little brat taking all of her cock.”
The stretch, the fullness, the way he fit so deep inside me, it was everything.
My hands slipped under his thermals, finding the hot skin of his chest and the muscle under his nipples. The moment I touched them, he jerked inside me, a curse falling from his lips.
"Don't stop," he panted when I started to pull away. "Keep touching me. I love feeling your hands on me."
I obeyed, pushing up his shirt to expose his chest fully, then circling the pink peaks with deliberate intent. His breathing became ragged, his thrusts more erratic as I played with him.
"You're going to make me lose it," he warned, his voice strained. "The way you touch me, the way you feel around my cock... I can barely hold back."
"Then don't," I whispered, leaning up to bite gently at his earlobe. "I want to drive you as crazy as you drive me."
He made a half-growl, half-moan sound, and his hips snapped forward with renewed intensity. His careful control cracked, hips driving forward with new purpose that had me crying out with each deep thrust.
The angle was perfect, hitting something inside me that made my vision blur and my toes curl in my wool socks.
“I’m close again," I managed to gasp, feeling that familiar coil of pleasure building in my core. "Jax, I'm going to come again."
“Come, princess.” His thumb found my swollen clit, circling with just the right pressure while he kept thrusting deep inside me. "Come on my cock like a good girl.”
My second climax built like a storm, gathering force until it broke over me in waves so intense I couldn't even scream.
My body locked around him, inner muscles clamping down with rhythmic pulses that drew a string of creative curses from his throat. But he didn't stop, didn't slow, he just held me through it while I fell apart in his arms.
"Fuck, yes," he groaned, his own control finally cracking. "Squeezing me so tight. You listen so well when you come.”
Even as aftershocks still rippled through me, I could feel him swelling thicker inside me, his movements becoming more erratic.
The Christmas music seemed to heighten around us, a choir of angels bearing witness to our very earthly passion.
"Can't stop," he panted against my neck, his movements becoming desperate. "You feel too good. I need more, need everything."
I was beyond words, lost in the overwhelming sensation of being claimed by him. Every thrust sent shockwaves through my burning system, my body responding to his dominance with complete surrender.
"One more," he demanded, his thumb working circles on my clit while he maintained his relentless pace. "Give me one more, and then I'll fill you up. I'll give you all of it.”
He worked me—until the combination of his words and touch pushed me over the edge for the third time.
This orgasm was deeper, warmer, radiating out from my core to every extremity. I went completely limp in his arms, my body unable to do anything but feel as pleasure consumed every cell.
"Perfect," he groaned, his rhythm finally becoming erratic as his own release approached. "My perfect, beautiful girl letting me fuck the attitude right out of her.”
His praise hummed around me as he chased his own climax, his thrusts becoming more aggressive. I could hear the strain in his voice as he fought to hold on just a little longer.
"I want to feel you come inside me,” I whispered, my voice quiet from moaning his name.
That was all it took. With a final, brutal thrust that seemed to touch my very soul, he buried himself to the hilt and came with my name on his lips.
I felt every pulse, every twitch as he filled me with his cum while the firelight painted us both in shades of gold and Christmas.
We stayed locked together in the aftermath, hearts hammering against each other while Christmas continued its quiet celebration around us.
The shadows continued to dance across our sweat-slicked skin, and somewhere in the background, angels sang about holy nights while we caught our breath from the most unholy claiming.