Chapter 28
twenty-eight
All I can do is nod.
His eyes turn molten, brown surrendering to black. For a moment they flicker, and he drops his head. “Shit. Condoms are in my bag.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Raising his head, his eyes search my face. “You sure?’
“I have an IUD and I’m clean.”
Breath picking up, Jax nods. “I’m clean. Got checked months ago.”
“Good.”
“Now that that’s settled…”
Fuck. The intense stare he’s gifting me with steals what’s left of my sanity.
One tattooed hand moves to collar my throat, and I suck in a ragged breath as the other fists in my hair. His voice hits that lower register, making my stomach swoop and my core pulse with need.
“How do you want me to fuck you, Sasha?”
I want this man to do bad things to me. Very, very bad things.
“Like you hate me.”
His eyes flash with hunger as he tightens his grip on my throat with just enough pressure to make my pulse jump beneath his fingertips.
“You have no idea what you’re asking for,” he growls, voice dropping even lower.
Before I can respond, he crushes his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue and raw need as he devours me, swallowing my moans. His grip in my hair tightens, angling my head exactly how he wants it.
When he pulls back, we’re both panting. His eyes burn into mine as he reaches between us. Wrapping a hand around his thick shaft, he strokes it twice before pressing the pierced head against my entrance.
“Keep your eyes on me,” he commands.
Shit, I couldn’t look away even if I tried.
Jax rubs his dick between my slick folds, using my arousal to get himself wet as he kisses me deep. Then, without warning, he thrusts, filling me completely in one hard stroke.
“Fuck!” I scream, my back arching off the bed. The pain is delicious.
He’s huge—bigger than I remember—the stretch burning in the most incredible way. His piercing adds an extra layer of sensitivity, the metal balls dragging along my inner walls making me go cross-eyed.
“So fucking tight,” he growls against my mouth as he starts to do just as I asked.
Hips slam against mine, each jab harder and more punishing than the last. My body is on fire, every nerve ending alive as he pounds into me relentlessly. His breath is hot against my ear, skin slapping against skin.
“Is this what you need?” he grunts, digging his fingers into my hips hard enough to bruise. “Is this hateful enough for you? Or do you need more?”
“Yes, more,” I gasp, clawing at his back. “Don’t stop.”
Rhythm brutal and perfect, the ridge of his piercing drags against my G-spot with each powerful thrust. Just as the pressure starts to build again, coiling tighter and tighter until I’m right on the edge, he pulls out, leaving me empty and aching.
Before I can protest, he flips me over onto my stomach and yanks me up by my hips.
“Hands and knees,” he commands, voice rough with desire.
Immediately I obey, pushing myself up on trembling arms. His palm lands on my ass with a sharp smack that makes me yelp, the sting quickly replaced by the soothing touch of his lips brushing across my rosy flesh.
“Such a perfect ass,” he murmurs as he positions himself behind me.
He enters me again with a thrust so powerful it has me crying out. Large hands grip my waist, thumbs pressing into the dimples above my ass as he sets a punishing pace, driving me forward until I have to brace myself against the headboard.
“Fuck, Jax,” I moan, dropping my head to my chest when he hits a spot inside me I had no fucking clue existed.
After several more deep, hard strokes, he slows his pace down a notch. Spreading my ass cheeks, he spits before pressing his thumb gently against my back hole, the unexpected pressure making me gasp.
“Relax,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss my spine while his cock remains buried deep inside me. “Trust me.”
I take a deep breath, forcing myself to relax as he applies even more pressure, teasing the sensitive ring of muscle. The dual sensation of his cock filling me and his thumb pressing against my back entrance sends unexpected waves of pleasure coursing through me.
“Oh my… ffuuuck,” I whimper, pushing back against him, wanting more.
“Mmmm. You like that? Do you like it when I treat you like a bad little slut?” His voice is a low, rumbling pant that vibrates from his chest, down to his dick, making my pussy pulse as he rams into me, over and over.
“Yes,” I gasp, surprising myself with how much I love this new level of degradation.
Then he applies even more pressure, barely breaching the tight ring while his other hand snakes around to find my tight bundle of nerves.
His cock is pounding hard, fast and deep, his thumb putting just enough pressure on my asshole to make my eyes roll back in my head as his fingers work my clit in tight circles.
“Jax, I’m gonna—” I can’t even finish the sentence before another orgasm detonates. My entire body convulses, inner walls clenching around his cock as I scream into the pillow.
“Fuck that was beautiful,” he grunts. He’s still slamming his cock inside me, keeping up the pace. “You’re squeezing my cock so fucking good.”
He grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls, arching my back even more. The new angle has me rolling my eyes in surrender when he strokes even deeper.
“One more,” he demands, his voice strained. “Give it to me.”
Already sensitive, almost on the verge of being overstimulated, somehow my body responds to his command. The tension builds impossibly quick as he pounds into me ruthlessly.
“Come on my cock, Sasha,” he orders, his rhythm becoming erratic. “Now.”
Again I shatter, screaming his name as wave after wave pulses over me. My arms give out, and I collapse, face smashed into the pillow, ass in the air as he continues to pound.
Finally, with a long, guttural groan, Jax lets go, burying himself to the hilt. His body tenses, pulses inside me, then shudders as he empties himself, his grip on my hips just short of painful as he fills me with his cum.
Sweat-slicked and trembling, both of us lay panting for a few moments until he carefully pulls out and collapses onto the bed beside me, gathering me into his arms.
We lay there for a few minutes, his arms wrapped around me, my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat gradually slow to normal.
My body is boneless, completely spent. His fingers trace lazy patterns on my back, and I’m on the verge of drifting off when my stomach lets out an embarrassingly loud growl.
Jax’s chest shakes with silent laughter before it breaks into an audible chuckle. “Meg dropped off dinner while we were gone today. How about I put it in the oven while we take a shower?”
“Yes, please,” I murmur, not wanting to move despite how hungry I am. “I’m starving.”
“So your stomach says.” Pressing a kiss to my forehead, he slides out from under me. “Come on, sweet cheeks. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
I watch him stand, admiring the play of muscles in his back and the curve of his ass as he walks across the room. The moonlight streaming through the windows highlights the tattoos covering his skin, making them look almost alive.
He glances over his shoulder, giving me a cocky grin when he sees me checking him out.
As he moves around the kitchen, I manage to push myself up on wobbly legs.
My thighs are trembling, and there’s a delicious ache in my core. I can feel his cum trickling down my inner thighs.
Jax’s eyes darken as his gaze skims over me. “Damn, you’re fucking gorgeous with my cum dripping down your legs,” he growls.
“Degenerate,” I laugh, giving him a playful shove.
“Only for you,” he admits, wrapping an arm around my waist, pulling me against him.
The casual way he says it makes my heart flutter, but I push the feeling away. This is just sex between friends. Really, really good sex. But nothing more.
In the bathroom, Jax turns on the shower, adjusting the temperature before stepping in and holding out his hand to me. The shower is enormous, with multiple heads spraying water from every angle. It’s like being caught in a warm, soothing rainstorm.
“Turn around,” he says, reaching for a bar of soap.
I comply, sighing as his strong hands work the soap into a lather across my shoulders and down my spine. His touch is gentle, almost reverent, and I find myself leaning into his touch.
“You’re going to be sore tomorrow,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear as his hands travel lower, massaging my lower back and the swell of my ass. When his soapy hands slip between my legs, I gasp.
“Easy,” he whispers as I flinch. “Just cleaning you up.”
When he’s done, I turn around and take the soap from him.
He stands still, watching me with intense eyes as I run my hands over his chest, tracing the contours of his muscles, taking my time exploring every dip and ridge. When I tweak his nipple piercings, he just tilts his head with a grunt and narrows his eyes.
It makes me grin.
After we’re both clean and dry, I put on a clean pair of underwear and Jax tosses me one of his T-shirts. Falling to mid-thigh, the soft cotton smells like him, all spice and musk. Yummy.
The cabin also smells amazing.
Jax sets the small table with plates, silverware, and two glasses of wine, and the food—some kind of chicken casserole with vegetables—looks and smells incredible.
“Meg’s specialty,” he says, pulling out a chair for me. “Trust me, it tastes better than it looks.”
He’s right. The first bite practically melts in my mouth, and I can’t help the moan that escapes. “Mmmm, so good.”
“Told you,” he grins, looking entirely too pleased with himself as he digs into his own plate.
We eat in comfortable silence for a while, exchanging glances that make my stomach flutter. It’s weird how at ease I feel with him.
“So,” he finally says after wiping his mouth. “Is getting hate fucked something you’ve always enjoyed or…?”
I nearly choke. “Jesus, Jax.”
“What?” He shrugs, eyes twinkling with mischief as he takes a sip of his wine. “You asked for it.”
My cheeks are heating up. “Actually, you asked me how I wanted it, and I told you.”
He raises an eyebrow. “True.”
I roll my eyes. “Fine. It was amazing. Is that what you need to hear?”
His grin widens as he shakes his head. “Nah. I don’t need to hear it. There’s nothing I love more…” He leans in, waggling his eyebrows. “…than giving good hate.”
“You, sir,” I say, pointing my fork at him. “…are a Neanderthal.”
Crossing his arms, he rests them on the table and looks me dead in the eye with a smug smile. “Yup. And there’s plenty more where that came from.”