Chapter 23 – Madeline
Every inch of my body was alive, buzzing under his touch. His hands were everywhere — firm and demanding, but with a tenderness that made my chest ache. His fingers found my clit again, and I was already so wet for him it was slick, eager, ready for anything he threw at me.
A sharp gasp escaped my lips as he circled the sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch slower this time, driving me to the edge all over again. My hips bucked instinctively, seeking more, but he held me firmly in place.
His lips brushed along my jaw, trailing fire down my neck as his fingers continued their relentless rhythm.
I whimpered his name, my voice trembling, my hands clutching at his shoulders as my legs fell open wider, giving him complete access. I didn’t care how vulnerable it made me — I wanted him to have all of me, to take everything I had to give.
His fingers moved faster now, coaxing sounds out of me I didn’t even know I could make. “Let me hear you,honey.”
“Oh my God,” I cried, my head tilting back as my body arched beneath him, completely lost in the sensations he was pulling from me. “Oh God-“
“Good girl,” he muttered, his voice rough with pride and hunger. “That’s it. Let me see you fall apart for me.”
His words sent me spiralling closer to the edge, my breath hitching as the tension in my core built higher and higher. But just as the peak was within reach, he stopped, leaving me gasping in frustration. A desperate sound escaped my lips, but before I could protest, his mouth found my nipple, his tongue swirling over the sensitive peak before sucking gently.
I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he teased me, his teeth grazing just enough to make me shiver. “Please…” I whimpered, trying to grind against him, to find some kind of relief, but his hand on my hip kept me firmly in place.
“Not yet,” he murmured against my skin, his voice dark and full of promise.
Before I could catch my breath, he began trailing kisses lower, his lips and tongue leaving a blazing path down my stomach. The anticipation was unbearable, my body trembling beneath him as he moved further, slower than I could stand. His hands slid down, gripping my thighs firmly, spreading me open as he settled between them.
“Show me what you do to that tight perfect pussy when you’re alone,” he muttered, his voice muffled as he kissed the sensitive skin along my inner thigh.
My chest tightened, a flush creeping up my neck at his request, but the fire in his eyes dared me to hold back. I couldn’t. Not with him. Not when every part of me was already his. My hands trembled as they moved lower, hesitant at first, my fingers brushing against my slick cunt.
“Such a beautiful woman,” he murmured, his tone dark and laced with approval as his grip on my thighs tightened, holding me open for his gaze. “Don’t stop. I want to see you.”
I let out a shaky breath, my body arching slightly as my fingers slid over my clit, the pressure enough to make me gasp. His eyes stayed locked on mine, unrelenting, watching every movement, every reaction, like he was memorizing me.
The flush on my cheeks deepened as I moved faster, the pleasure building under his intense gaze. My breath came in ragged bursts, my body trembling as I let myself go completely, the last of my inhibitions melting away.
“Goddamn,” he muttered, his voice low and reverent. “You’re fucking pretty like this.”
Then his hands slid over mine, taking control. His fingers replaced mine, deft and confident, his touch so perfect it made my head fall back against the pillow, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“You think I’m going to let you finish without me?” he said, his voice a low growl as his mouth descended on me. The first brush of his tongue against my clit made my entire body jolt, the sensation sharper, hotter, more overwhelming than anything I could have done to myself.
“Fuck,” I gasped, my hands tangling in his hair, holding him to me as he devoured me, his tongue and fingers working in perfect, devastating harmony. My body arched, the tension coiling tighter and tighter, and I knew I wouldn’t last long if he kept going like this. His tongue roved over my pussy like a man obsessed , each movement pushing me closer to the edge.
He didn’t ease up — if anything, he doubled down, his tongue flicking with precision that made my head snap back any time I tried to regain some control of myself. Sweat forming at the nape of my neck.
“You’re doing so well…” he muttered against me, his voice rough and thick with need. The vibration sent shockwaves through me as his fingers curled inside, finding the spot that made me see stars.
The raw praise in his voice sent me over the edge. My body tightened, my grip on his hair turning desperate as my climax hit me like a wave. I cried out, his name spilling from my lips as I shook beneath him, the pleasure crashing through me in wave after wave.
He didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, his tongue and fingers drawing out every last tremor until I was utterly spent, my body slack against the bed. Finally, he looked up, his lips glistening, his eyes dark and filled with satisfaction as he hovered over me.
I was still trembling my breath uneven when his lips trailed back up my body. He stopped at my collarbone, sucking gently, his teeth grazing just enough to make me gasp before soothing the spot with his tongue.
“I could stay right here forever, but I need to know something.”
I blinked up at him, my fingers threading through his hair as his words sank in. “What is it?” I whispered, my voice soft and shaky, still lost in the haze of everything he was doing to me.
His weight shifted slightly, his hands still roaming my body, warm and grounding. His dark eyes
met mine, heated and steady, but there was a flicker of something more—restraint, care. “Are we good?” he asked, his voice low and intimate. “I mean… do we need to be careful?”
For a second, I just stared at him, caught off guard by the way his voice dipped with concern without losing the raw edge of desire. It was such a Jaxon thing to say — commanding and cautious all at once, balancing his intensity with a thoughtfulness I hadn’t expected, but was quickly coming to realize was just who he was.
“No,” I murmured, my cheeks flushing as I reached up, cupping his face. “I have an IUD. Probably the wisest thing I ever did, considering the state of our ‘great’ country right now…”
“As much as I’d love to talk in great detail about that if it would make you happy Scout,” he said, his lips curving into a wicked smirk as his hand slid down to grip my hip, “because I do firmly believe that it’s important. Very much so. I think I’d much rather focus on you in this moment.”
His words were smooth, low, and tinged with heat, but what stopped me wasn’t the way he said it — it was the conviction behind it. He wasn’t just throwing out empty words to pacify me; he meant every single one of them. I could hear it in his voice, see it in the way his gaze didn’t falter for a second, like it wasn’t just a throwaway comment to him. He genuinely cared, not just about me, but about the bigger picture.
It was shocking, refreshing even, to hear that from someone like him — someone so powerful, so confident, so unapologetically masculine . Men like Jaxon didn’t usually care about things like healthcare for people with uteruses. They didn’t acknowledge the weight of it, the importance of it, let alone speak about it so openly and effortlessly.
But Jax… he did. He didn’t make it awkward or dismissive. He accepted it, valued it, as easily as he valued everything else about me. And somehow, that made him even sexier — this raw, commanding man who could sweep me off my feet one second and hold space for a serious, meaningful conversation the next.
“You really mean that, don’t you?” I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
He paused, his smirk softening into something deeper, “Of course I do,” he said simply, his tone steady and certain. “Why wouldn’t I?”
The sincerity in his words made my chest ache, a warm, unsteady feeling spreading through me that I wasn’t entirely ready for. “It’s just rare,” I admitted, my voice trembling as I met his eyes with my own. “Most men don’t… talk about things like this. Not like you just did.”
He tilted his head slightly, studying me like he was trying to piece something together. “Well, I’m not most men, Maddie,” he said finally, his voice dropping an octave, rough and full of conviction. “I’d like to think you’ve figured that out by now.”
The air between us shifted, his words settling over me like a challenge, a promise, and a truth all at once. My heart raced as I held his gaze, my hands sliding up his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath my palms. “I have,” I murmured, my voice trembling but sure.
He exhaled sharply, his smirk softening into something darker, hungrier. I shifted beneath him, the heat between us growing unbearable, and I tugged lightly at the waistband of his jeans.
“Jaxon,” I whispered, my voice low and filled with want. “Take these off.”
Jax’s lips curved into a slow, wicked smile as he leaned back slightly, his hands moving to the button of his jeans. “You don’t have to tell me twice, Scout,” he said, his tone teasing but rough with restraint.
He stood, the weight of him leaving me momentarily, and I couldn’t help the way my eyes trailed down his body, taking in every inch of him as he unfastened his jeans. He was slow, watching me the entire time like he knew exactly what he was doing to me. The sound of the zipper seemed deafening in the quiet room, the anticipation winding tighter with every second.
When he finally slid the denim down his hips, kicking them off to the floor, my breath caught. He stood there in nothing but his boxer briefs, the hard, undeniable evidence of his arousal straining against the fabric, and I couldn’t look away.
His smirk deepened as he crawled back over me, his hands bracing on either side of my head as he lowered himself, the heat of his body enveloping me once more. “Like what you see?” he murmured, his voice low and rough, his lips brushing against mine.
“God, yes,” I whispered, my hands sliding up his chest, tracing the hard lines of his muscles as I pulled him closer.
His chuckle was dark, vibrating against my skin as he leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was all heat and possession. His body pressed into mine, and I gasped at the feel of him, hard and ready, against me.
“Fuck,” he muttered against my lips, the friction driving me mad. The tension between us crackling as my hands moved on their own. Before I even realized what I was doing or where my confidence was coming from, I was reaching down, slipping my fingers beneath the waistband of his boxers and freeing him.
“Fucking hell, Jax…” I murmured, my voice breathless, genuinely surprised at what I’d found. My eyes flicked up to meet his, and the smug, wicked grin that spread across his face made my stomach flip.
A flush creeped up my cheeks as I tightened my grip slightly, stroking him with slow, teasing movements. “You’re… a lot,” I admitted, a laugh trembling on my lips
His hand covered mine, guiding my movements along his cock as his forehead pressed against mine. “Keep going,” he whispered, his voice strained, his eyes dark with need.
My confidence grew with every sound he made, every groan and curse that escaped his lips as I touched him, my strokes growing more confident by the second. His hips moved with me, his restraint hanging by a thread as his grip on my thigh tightened.
“You want this?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his fingers threading through my hair as I stroked him. His question was laced with both challenge and longing, as if he needed me to say it — to confirm what we both already knew.
“Please…”
His hand slid down, gripping my wrist and stilling my movements as his mouth claimed mine in a kiss that was deep and consuming. He shifted, pressing me back against the bed, his body covering mine completely as he settled between my thighs. The heat of him against me was intoxicating, and I arched into him, desperate for more.
I felt the head of his cock trail along my slit and my hips bucked instinctively, seeking more, but he held back, his movements teasing.
It was the next moment that undid me completely — he pulled back slightly and then, with a wicked smirk, tapped the head of his cock against my clit.
A gasp tore from my lips,the tender ache from the way he’d taken care of me earlier made every teasing touch sharper, hotter, and I couldn’t stop the soft whimper that escaped me.
“Fuck,” I murmured, my voice trembling as I reached for him, my fingers digging into his shoulders. “Please…”
“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and rough, his smirk deepening as he repeated the movement, the sound of his cock slapping against me somehow just as arousing as the sensation. “Tell me what you want.”
“You,” I whimpered, my head falling back against the pillow as my thighs trembled beneath him. “I want you inside me. Now.”
That was all he needed. With one movement, he pushed into me, filling me inch by inch. A gasp escaped me, my nails digging into his back as I completely lost my mind.
“Oh my fuck—” I gasped, the words tumbling out before I could stop them, my voice breaking with the intensity of the sensation. I couldn’t even finish my sentence properly, every syllable stolen by the raw, unrelenting pleasure coursing through me. “Don’t stop,” I managed, barely above a whisper, the desperation in my voice undeniable.
“Not a chance,” he muttered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that sent a shiver racing down my spine. His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he spoke, the faint rasp of his breath igniting something primal deep inside me.
I shifted beneath him, arching my hips to accommodate the delicious stretch, feeling every inch of him fill me completely.
“Fuck, Madeline,” he groaned, his breath hot against my neck. “You’re such a good girl, taking me like that. You like it when I fill you like this?”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, the rough edge in his voice making my core tighten around him. “Yes,” I gasped, my voice trembling as my fingers dug into his shoulders. “I want to be your little slut. Don’t fucking stop…”
“Such a dirty mouth,” he growled, his tone dark and teasing as his hips snapped against mine, making me gasp. “Oh no, sweetheart, you’re so much more than that. You deserve to be fucked like royalty.”
His hand slid up to cradle my face, forcing me to meet his intense gaze, “I want to make one thing clear, baby,” he said, his voice rough but steady. “I’ll treat you like a fucking whore in this bed, but only because you command me to.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was both possessive and reverent. “Out there,” he murmured, his voice softening just slightly as his forehead pressed against mine, “you’re mine to protect, to cherish, to worship. In here…” His hand tightened on me, grounding me as his cock pressed deeper inside me. “…you’re mine to ruin, if that’s what you want.”
My head tilted back, a soft moan escaping my lips as his words wrapped around me, “I want it,” I whispered, my voice trembling but full of certainty.
His groan rumbled through his chest, raw and primal, as his hips surged forward, driving deeper into me. The force of him, the heat, the stretch — it was overwhelming in the most perfect way.
And yet, as my body responded to his every move, my mind spun with thoughts I couldn’t silence. This wasn’t just sex — it was so much more. I could feel it in the way he touched me, the way he looked at me, like he wasn’t just here for my body but for every part of me. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
I’d spent so much of my life protecting myself, keeping people at arm’s length because letting them in had always led to hurt. But with Jaxon, it was different. He saw through every wall I’d built, every mask I’d worn, and instead of running, he’d stayed. And now here I was, letting him see every part of me — vulnerable, raw, exposed — and he didn’t flinch.
The way he moved, the way he claimed me, wasn’t just about possession. It was about reverence. Like he knew what it meant for me to give myself to him like this. Like he understood how hard it was for me to trust, and he was making damn sure I knew it was safe to do so with him.
“I want you to be mine,” he growled, his voice rough and edged with desperation, his hand cupping my breast as he thrust into me, each movement drawing me closer to unravelling.
My heart raced, a mix of fear and want colliding inside me. Trusting someone like this, giving them every vulnerable part of me, was terrifying. With Jax, it didn’t feel like I was losing anything — it felt like I was finally being seen.
“Please say it,” he murmured, his forehead pressing against mine, his voice softening but no less certain. “Please say you’ll be mine.”
The tension in my body coiled tighter, my chest tightening as I reached for him, my hands trembling as they cupped his face. “I’m yours, Jax,” I whispered, my voice breaking as the words spilled out, raw and unfiltered. “Every part of me.”
His eyes darkened, his grip on me tightening as he let out a low growl. “Damn right you are,” he muttered, his lips capturing mine in a kiss that was equal parts hunger and relief. His hips drove into me harder, deeper, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.
Time seemed to blur, the world narrowing down to the feel of him, the sound of his breathing, the way his body pressed against mine. I couldn’t think, couldn’t speak — all I could do was feel.
And fuck, did Jaxon Brooks make me feel .
When I fell, I fell completely, his name spilling from my lips as the world blurred and the only thing that mattered was us.