Chapter 15
" W ait." I can barley manage to get the word out as Jax's tongue does dirty, dirty things to mine.
But no matter how much I want to give in, my conscience prickles.
I pull away from his mouth, gripping the back of his head as he moves to kiss my jaw, my ear, my throat.
I close my eyes, trying to focus through the haze of need he's building in me. "You sure Cayden isn't going to mind?"
"Mind?" Jax chuckles darkly, then sucks a stinging bruise into my collar bone. "He's probably jerking off to the idea right now."
And isn't that an image? I bang my head against the wall, overcome with arousal as I picture Cayden thinking about this, as I picture him watching .
"He knows?"
"He knows I'm going to talk to you."
"Good talk," I manage, and then I'm hauling him back to my mouth.
The kiss we share this time is savage. He mauls my mouth, and I give back just as good as I get. A particularly brutal scrape of his teeth leaves my bottom lip stinging, and the coppery taste of blood makes everything hotter.
He's just as rough with the rest of me. His hands shove their way under my borrowed shirt, clawing at my breasts. My already sore nipples sing, and I clench down inside, my pussy flooding with wetness, achingly empty and desperate.
"Touch me," I demand.
He doesn't hesitate, thrusting one of his hands into the loose waistband of the sweats I stole from his best friend after spending the night in his bed. He groans when he meets bare flesh, no panties to bar his way. He finds my clit immediately, and Jesus, how can I be this close to coming already?
"Yeah, yeah, right there." I throw my head back and moan.
He switches to rubbing my clit with his thumb and roughly pushes two fingers into me. "Fuck, you're soaked."
I'll bet I am. Cayden's come is still inside me, and Jax's kisses are fire burning me alive.
"If I'd known you were so hot for it, I would have done this years ago."
My head spins, because that doesn't make sense, he hates me, and I hate him, but I can't focus. Not when he's fingering me so brutally. My pussy lights up with pleasure, and I grind myself against his hand.
Jax drops to lick and bite at my throat again. I tilt my head to give him access, tearing at his clothes. The flesh beneath his shirt is searingly hot, his muscles hard. He dips lower with his mouth, letting go of my tit to shove my top aside, baring my shoulder.
He groans.
"You smell like him," he says.
My skin tingles, and my pussy pulses with a fresh wave of need. "That do it for you? Knowing your best friend was just here?"
He rips his mouth from my flesh and meets my eyes. "Damn right it does."
And then we're in motion. He wrestles me away from the wall just enough to pull my shirt off. He shoves my pants down, and then I'm naked in the hallway while he's still fully dressed, and I don't care.
He grabs my hand and puts it on his dick through his jeans. He feels huge against my palm. I rub the denim and he moans.
"Get me out."
Happily. Thank God he's wearing sweats, too.
I shove them down, taking his boxers with them.
They bunch around his muscular thighs, and then I have him in my hand.
He's thick as hell—God, he's going to fill me up so good.
I give him a couple of rough strokes, and fluid leaks from his tip, and I want it.
I want him to fuck my mouth and make me take it, want him to come down my throat.
But I want this more.
He hoists me up, throwing me around like I weigh nothing at all. My spine impacts with the wall again, his hands under my ass, holding me up. I spread my legs on instinct, circling them around his waist. With one hand, I cling to his neck, and with the other, I line him up.
He shoves in with one brutal thrust, and forget that I'm dripping slickness all down my thighs. The stretch is pain and pleasure all at once. My cunt has been pushed to the limit over the past couple of days, but it can take more. I need more.
Our lips meet again, and he doesn't waste any time. He starts up a hard, fast rhythm with his hips, pounding into me. His cock is so big it hits all the right places on every thrust, and his hips grind into mine every time he bottoms out, banging into my clit.
"Fuck, Haley," he rumbles, kisses going sloppy and wet.
"Jax—"
"Wanted this—wanted to fuck that prissy look right off your face for years."
Was that really where this was all leading? Were the years of bitterness and scorn all foreplay?
I don't care. "Well, here's your chance. Give it to me hard."
He doesn't disappoint.
Damn, the guy has some stamina. His thighs must be screaming, and his shoulders are corded with the strain of holding me up, but he fucks me so good, regardless. Over and over, he fills me up, until my own legs are shaking with the effort it takes just to keep them wrapped around his bucking hips.
He drives me wild—always has. I've never felt so crazed with lust before. So animalistic.
I claw at him, biting his lips and raking at his hair, shoving a hand under his shirt to dig my nails into the flesh of his back.
I want him as marked up as he's going to leave me, and he eats it up.
Every too-rough touch only makes him redouble his effort.
Sweat drips off his brow, and his mouth is going slack, the powerful rhythm of his hips uneven.
"Come, Haley, come on my fucking cock, scream, scream my name like you did Cayden's—"
I throw my head back and do just that. " Jax !"
The orgasm he tears out of me wrenches me apart, shreds me to pieces.
I chant his name over and over, and fuck, maybe I don't despise him after all.
Maybe I love him, because I've never had sex this savage before.
I've never felt like an animal in heat, like all I need is to be fucked and fucked and fucked like this forever.
All good things must come to an end, though.
Just as my orgasm is starting to fade, Jax slams in deep and stays there.
I have the presence of mind to open my eyes, and damn am I glad I do.
His sneer is gone, his smug, angry face twisted in pleasure, and most guys' O-faces look sort of silly, but Jax's expression is pure sex.
And I did that to him. I made him come this hard, made him lose his composure for the first time that I've ever seen.
His fat cock pulses inside me, shooting another huge load into my cunt, and it makes me ripple with an aftershock that's almost as intense as my first climax was.
Then he sags into me, face slack. I let my eyes flutter closed.
For a minute, everything is stillness except for the heaving panting of our breaths. I'm in ecstasy, clinging tightly to one of the hottest guys I've ever met, after probably the best hard fuck of my life. I'm radiantly happy.
Until the reality of what just happened crashes over me.