29. Dylan #2
Lifting his face to mine, our gazes clash before he captures my lips with his. This kiss is different. Slower, deeper. It’s a kiss that says everything words can’t. That I’m not broken. That he sees me. That he wants me, bruises and all.
That maybe, just maybe, I’m not as alone as I thought.
My hands slide down the front of his chest, fingers trailing over the ridges of his abdomen before slipping beneath the fabric of his trunks. I pull on the elastic, letting it snap back against his skin .
He leans back just enough to look me in the eye, arching a brow. “More,” I demand.
He huffs a chuckle. “You’re bruised,” he reminds me.
Holding his gaze, I play along the waistband of his trunks before grabbing a firm hold of the wet fabric. “With all due respect, I don’t give a fuck.” Then I yank them down his legs. His cock springs free, thick and engorged and begging to be sucked.
For a moment, I just stare at it, licking my lips. Oh yeah, this is exactly what I needed.
Reaching down, Jax wraps his hand around the base of his cock. Slowly, erotically, he pumps himself while I unashamedly drool. “This what you want?” he taunts, fisting himself as precum beads at his tip.
I nod.
“Are you planning to just stare at it, or are you going to deal with this problem you’ve created?”
Wetting my lips, I lean forward. Mouth parted, I flick my tongue over the smooth head of his cock. Saltiness sparks over the surface before I drag my lips down his shaft. I take as much of him as I can, moaning when I can’t physically fit any more of him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, one hand sliding into my hair. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look right now?” I flick my gaze up to meet his, and he smirks. “Go on then, Little Menace. Show me just how dirty this mouth of yours can get.”
Challenge accepted.
Planting my feet on the bottom of the tub, I dig my fingernails into the tight globes of his ass, making him chuckle before it turns into a pained hiss when I hollow my cheeks and suck on all six inches of his erection that I can feasibly fit in my mouth.
“Shit, Menace. Fuck.” His hand tightens in my hair as I work him over, his hips shifting as he struggles to keep himself still. That’s not what I want, though. I want him to let go. To use me. To show me the dark, dominant side I know is hidden beneath that reserved facade he wears.
When he fails to give me what I want, I slap his ass. Hard.
He chuckles, the sound dark and intoxicating. Pulling on my hair, he purrs, “You want it rough, baby?”
My responding yes is in the form of my teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin of his dick.
His smirk is a filthy promise before he says, “Hold on.”
With my fingers digging into his hips, he thrusts forward. My air is cut off, tears gathering along my lash line as drool trickles down my chin.
“That’s it, Menace. You’re doing so good,” he praises, thrusting into my mouth. “So fucking tight. You feel so fucking good, baby. No idea how many times I’ve got myself off just thinking about these fucking lips wrapped around me.”
My nipples are rock hard, and I shift uncomfortably. I’m so turned on by him taking what he wants, by the dirty mouth on him.
“Am I coming down your throat or on your face, Menace?” His voice is strained, betraying how close he is. I tap my finger once against his hip.
“Filthy girl,” he praises, before burying himself in the back of my throat and unloading.
I swallow every drop of his cum as he strokes my hair and murmurs words of affection.
Cleaning him up, I release him with a pop.
He doesn’t give me a second before sliding his hands beneath my thighs and spinning us.
I squeal in surprise, clinging to him with a death grip.
Water sloshes as he drops down where I was just sitting and pulls me onto his lap.
Fingers pinching my chin, he pulls my face to his. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and his moan is the hottest thing ever as he tastes himself .
I meet each stroke of his tongue with a hungry one of my own as I settle onto his lap. Our moans entwine in a symphony of sound as I grind against him. I feel when he grows hard again, smirking into his kiss.
“Someone’s feeling cocky,” he teases, nipping at my lips.
“I’ve got a good reason to be.”
“Mmm.” He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one hungry and desperate.
I reach between us, pulling the fabric of my swimsuit aside.
“We don’t need to—” he begins, pushing me back enough to slow our pace. His gaze searches mine. “This isn’t about sex for me.”
“I know,” I assure him, stroking a finger down the side of his face. “Which is exactly why I want to.” I push back the strand of hair that is always falling into his eyes. “I trust you, Jax. I trust you with my body. I trust you to make me feel good.”
His hand is already skimming my thigh beneath the water, before sliding to cup my pussy. Stroking his fingers through my folds, he pushes two inside me while promising, “I’m going to make you feel so good, Menace.”
With that, the slow pace between us is obliterated. Our mouths crash together in a clash of teeth while he fucks me with his fingers, and I grind against his hard cock.
“Oh God, Jax,” I moan, arching my back and pushing my tits into his face. Frantic and hungry, he pulls at the strap of my swimsuit. Something tears, but neither of us gives a shit as my breast pops free and he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking on the sensitive flesh. “Yes.”
Head thrown back, I chase my release as it creeps closer with every curl of Jax’s fingers, every swirl of his tongue, and press of his lips. He knows how to play my body perfectly.
He licks a path up my chest. “I’m right there, Jax,” I pant. “Don’t stop. ”
His fingers wrap around my throat, pulling me forward until our eyes connect.
Grinding the heel of his palm against my clit, he wiggles a third finger inside me and growls, “Come for me, Menace.” I can’t look away from the sheer intensity brimming in his eyes.
The passion, the lust, the affection. It holds me captive as I unravel before him, mouth parting on a cry as every muscle in my body contracts and pleasure explodes along my nerves.
“Fuck, Menace,” Jax groans, burying his face in my neck. He lines himself up at my entrance, and I clench in anticipation. “You need to tell me right now if you want me to stop?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Pulling him back by his hair, I hold him captive, staring him straight in the eye as I sink onto him.
“Ooh,” I moan as he groans.
“Dyl.” His voice is pulled thin, his entire body locked up tight. “Holy fuck.”
“Agreed.” I slowly lift onto my knees before lowering myself back down. We both sigh.
Leaning back, I rest my hands on his knees. I watch his face as I lift and lower myself onto his cock. The entire time, he stares, transfixed at where we connect. His hands slide up and down my thighs, and when he lifts his gaze, his palms follow, gliding over my hips and up my abdomen.
“You’re a fucking vision,” he murmurs, enraptured.
Dragging my other strap down my arm, he pulls on the stretchy fabric of my swimsuit until my other breast spills out, before cupping them in his hands, kneading and squeezing until I’m moaning and clenching around him.
“You look so fucking sexy getting yourself off on my cock. Do you feel good, Menace?”
His gaze lifts to mine. “So good.”
Plucking my nipple with rough fingers, his other hand falls to where his cock is filling me, and he begins to rub circles around my clit.
“Oh God,” I whimper, my rhythm faltering. “Yes. Jax. Right there.”
His hand on my hip encourages my movements as he thrusts deeper, the two of us circling that peak. Water sloshes around us, the noise mixing with the sounds of our pleasure.
“Baby, I’m so close,” Jax rasps.
“Me too.”
“Fuck.” He hisses, taking over control as he grabs both my hips and holds me still while he thrusts up into me. He fucks me hard. Relentlessly, until I’m clamping down around him and my fingernails are scraping along his skin, and I can’t contain it any longer.
With one more thrust, he explodes inside of me. It triggers my own release, and I cry out as pleasure radiates through my body, leaving me boneless and panting in its wake.
I collapse against him, heaving and exhausted. His arms casually wrap around me, fingers drawing light circles on my damp skin. The pull of bruised muscles that I’d managed to block out comes racing back with a vengeance, and I groan as I drag myself upright.
“You okay?” Jax asks, pushing hair back from my face and looking me over with concern.
“Worth it.” I give him a crooked smile.
Shaking his head, he chastises, “I didn’t invite you in here to get into your pants. This was supposed to be relaxing.”
“I dunno about you,” I say, sliding off him and curling into his side. “But I’m feeling pretty damn relaxed.”
With a sigh, he gives up, draping his arm around me and pulling me in against him while we catch our breaths.
In no hurry to leave, we curl up in the warm water.
Every so often, his lips brush my hairline, and I relax into him with a soft smile on my lips, thinking it’s been a long time since I’ve felt this content.
“Oh shit,” Jax curses when we finally make it back to the locker room. He shows me his phone screen, or more specifically, the thirteen missed calls from Ethan.
“Someone’s in trouble,” I tease, grabbing my own phone from where I left it. I cringe when I see I have a similar number of missed calls.
Glancing over my shoulder, Jax scoffs, “At least I won’t be alone in the doghouse.” He presses a quick kiss to my shoulder before dialing Ethan.
“Hey, man.” He doesn’t get a chance to say anything more before I hear Ethan’s voice on the other end, most likely chewing Jax out for not answering his phone. “Yeah, yeah, she’s fine. She was…we were working on some easy stretches.”
Glancing at him over my shoulder, I arch a brow, and he smirks in return.
“It was on silent. As soon as I realized, I called you back.” He rolls his eyes before turning away. “Ethan, man. She’s fine. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”
I grimace. Ethan has become a tad overbearing, checking in constantly. He was probably on the verge of an aneurysm before Jax called him back.
Leaving him to his telling off, I grab my clothes and duck into the shower to rinse off. When I return, Jax is off the phone and has a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Get your ass chewed out?”
He grins, stepping forward and kissing my lips before parroting my words from earlier. “Worth it.”