40. Jax #2
"Fuck, look at you." I lean in, breathing against her exposed pussy, watching her whole body shudder. "Already dripping down your thighs. The danger makes you this wet?"
"Jax, please—" The word escapes before she can stop it. Her whole body tenses, shocked at herself for begging.
I lick a long stripe from her clit to her entrance, and she nearly collapses.
The position makes her more sensitive, more vulnerable, everything exposed to my mouth.
I have to grip her hips hard to keep her upright as I feast on her from behind, my tongue fucking into her while she tries to muffle her cries.
The truck rumbles closer. Two rows over now. Headlights starting to sweep through the vines.
"Quiet," I pull back just enough to speak, my breath against her dripping pussy making her shake. "They're coming. You make a sound, they'll investigate. Find you bent over with my face buried in your cunt."
I spread her wider with my thumbs and dive back in, sucking her clit into my mouth while my tongue works her relentlessly. The position lets me go deeper, taste more, and she's flooding my mouth, so wet it's running down my chin, down her thighs.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck—" Her words dissolve into whimpers as I eat her like I'm starving, like she's my last meal. My nose pressed against her, breathing her in while my tongue circles her clit, then fucks into her hole, then back to that swollen bundle of nerves.
The truck idles one row over. Radio chatter clear in the night air. So close.
I reach around, finding her clit with my fingers while my tongue plunges inside her, and she has to bite her own forearm to stay quiet. Her thighs are shaking so hard I have to hold her up completely, one arm wrapped around her waist while I devour her.
The truck passes our row, headlights sweeping over us for a brief second—her bent over gripping the post, me on my knees with my face buried between her ass cheeks, eating her pussy from behind like a man possessed.
She explodes with a muffled scream, her cunt clenching rhythmically as she comes on my tongue. I don't stop, can't stop, working her through it until she's sobbing, trying to pull away from my mouth.
"Too much—can't—"
But I'm already standing, my cock out and angry, pressing the head against her soaked entrance.
"Feel how wet you are?" I push just the tip inside, making her whimper. Her pussy is still fluttering from her orgasm, trying to pull me deeper. "This is what being hunted does to you. What I do to you."
"Please—" Her voice breaks on the word, then she catches herself. Her hands clench on the post. "Stop teasing and fuck me already—"
There's my girl. Even destroyed, she demands.
I slam home in one thrust and we both cry out, too loud. She's so tight from this position, legs pressed together, and I can feel every ridge, every flutter of her inner walls.
The truck engine cuts off. Footsteps on gravel.
"Shit." My hand covers her mouth as I start to move, unable to stop now that I'm finally inside her. She feels like heaven, tight and wet and perfect. "They're coming this way."
The footsteps get closer. A flashlight beam sweeps through the vines. But I can't stop, won't stop, my hips driving into her with desperate need. Every thrust pushes her against the post, and she pushes back, taking me deeper.
"Your pussy loves this," I growl in her ear, feeling her clench around me. "Loves the danger. Loves that we might get caught with my cock buried inside you."
She moans against my hand, the sound vibrating through my palm.
The flashlight sweeps closer. One row over now. My balls tighten, orgasm building at the base of my spine, but I fight it off. Not yet.
"Come for me," I command, reaching around to rub her clit in tight circles. "Right now, while they're listening."
She explodes with a muffled scream, her pussy clamping down so hard I see stars.
The footsteps pause just beyond the vines, close enough to hear our heavy breathing.
I bite my lip hard enough to draw blood, staying still while she milks my cock with her orgasm, her walls rippling around me in waves.
The beam moves on. Footsteps retreat. The truck door slams.
I pull out, my cock protesting violently, still rock hard and dripping with her arousal, and drop to my knees behind her again.
"What are you—holy fuck!"
My tongue finds her oversensitive clit and she nearly collapses. I have to hold her up as I eat her again, tasting myself mixed with her arousal. The combination makes me groan against her pussy. She's trying to pull away, too sensitive, but I don't let her.
"One more," I demand between licks, my tongue circling her swollen clit. "Give me one more before I fuck you again."
"Can't—too much—"
But she's already climbing again, her body betraying her words. I slide two fingers inside her, curling them to find that spot while my tongue works her clit. She's so wet my fingers make obscene sounds as I fuck her with them.
The truck starts another patrol, headlights sweeping the vineyard. When the lights hit us directly, illuminating me eating her from behind while she shakes and moans, she comes again so hard her legs give out completely.
I catch her, yanking her jeans off one leg completely, then turning her around and lifting her against the post. Her legs wrap around my waist, one bare and one still trapped in denim, as I slide back inside, deeper from this angle. We both groan at the sensation.
"Look at me."
Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide, completely wrecked. She looks destroyed in the best way—makeup smeared, lips swollen, that perfect control shattered. And my chest tightens with something beyond lust.
"I love you." The words explode out of me, desperate and true. "I fucking love you, Mira."
Her eyes widen. For once, no calculated response ready. "Jax—"
"You don't have to say it back. Just needed you to know. Needed—fuck, you feel so good—"
"I love you too." She pulls my face down, kissing me with desperate passion. "Love you so much it terrifies me."
Something breaks loose in my chest. I start moving again, slow and deep, savoring every inch of her. But slow doesn't last. Can't last. Not when she's looking at me like that, not when she loves me back, not when her pussy grips me like it never wants to let go.
My hips speed up, driving into her harder. The wet sounds of our fucking echo through the quiet vineyard, obscene and perfect. She's close again, I can feel it in how her thighs tighten around me, how her walls start to flutter.
"One more," I beg against her throat. "Please, baby. Come with me."
"Jax—I can't—"
"You can. You're so close. I can feel it."
The truck comes back, headlights catching us fully this time. Her back against the wood, legs around me, my hips pistoning into her. We're completely exposed, spotlit in our desperate coupling.
"Now," I growl, thumb finding her clit. "Come now."
She screams my name as she shatters, and I follow immediately, pumping into her with violent pulses. My vision whites out, every muscle seizing as I empty myself inside her, marking her, claiming her, loving her. I come so hard it almost hurts, cock pulsing again and again, filling her up.
We slide down into the dirt, both completely destroyed. Her shirt is ruined, buttons scattered. My back is scratched bloody from her nails. We're covered in vineyard soil and sweat and each other. My cock is still inside her, neither of us willing to separate yet.
"We're complete disasters," she says against my chest, but she's smiling—a real smile, not her calculated one.
"Made for each other then." I kiss her forehead, tasting salt and earth. "Roman can keep his secrets. The team can chase shadows. Alexei can play his games. Right now, all I need is right here."
"Just here?"
"My deadly dancer. My brilliant predator. My unexpected salvation." I pull her closer, still buried inside her, never wanting to leave. "Whatever war comes next, we've already won."
"How do you figure?"
"We found each other in all this darkness. That's the only victory that matters."
The truck makes one more pass, headlights illuminating our tangled bodies. This time, I wave with my free hand.
Mira laughs, the sound pure and real and everything. "You're insane."
"And you love me anyway."
"Yeah," she says, clenching around my still-hard cock deliberately, making me groan. "I really fucking do."
The phone buzzes from inside the cottage. Reality calling. Tomorrow we'll deal with Roman's resurrection, federal judges dying, Alexei hunting us, the team needing answers.
But tonight? Tonight she's mine, and I'm hers, and that's enough.