Chapter 39
thirty-nine
Holy shit. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine being splayed out naked in a tattoo chair with a man’s mouth on me.
The moment Jax shoves two fingers inside me, breaching my entrance as he sucks, swirling his tongue along my clit, over and over, I can’t help but let out a long, slow moan.
Fingers curled, he strokes my inner walls, making my vision blur. But when I push my hips up, seeking more, he firmly presses his forearm across my lower abs, pinning me in place.
“Uh-uh,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Stay still.”
“Fuck, Jax,” I whimper, trying and failing miserably to abide his command as his fingers begin to pump harder, faster.
Heat spirals through me, pressure building as he works me over. Just as I’m about to topple over the edge, he eases up, fingers thrusting torturously slow.
“Goddamn it, Jax!” I shout in protest.
He looks up at me with a wicked grin. “Patience, beautiful.”
“I don’t want to be patient,” I growl. “I want to come. You said you were going to give me a reward. This feels more like I’m being punished.”
“Oh, you’ll get it,” he promises, pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh. “When I decide you’re ready.”
Next thing I know, he’s diving back in, fingers thrusting deep as his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit. The dual sensations have me climbing toward release again, so close I can taste it. My back arches, thighs trembling as I hover right at the edge of—
He stops.
“Jax!” I practically sob his name, frustration making me wild. My nipples are throbbing in time with my pussy as it pulses with need, heightening my senses. “Please!”
“One more time,” he murmurs, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh. “I’m going to make you come so hard, baby. I promise.”
I’m so wound up that when he shoves a third finger inside, stretching me, I nearly come undone on the spot.
He seems to sense it, because that’s when he picks up pace. Relentless, his fingers fuck into me with only one objective as he sucks my clit between his lips.
“Oh god, oh god,” I chant, pressure building to an almost unbearable level.
Just when I think he’s going to deny me again, he curls his fingers again and growls against me, “Now.”
His gruff command breaks me, shattering all rationalization.
My orgasm detonates with so much force that I scream his name, back arching completely off the chair as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my body.
My inner muscles contract as he continues to pump, drawing out my climax until I’m a shaking, boneless mess.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp when I can finally form words again.
Looking up at me from between my legs, Jax slowly withdraws his fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to my still-throbbing clit.
“Such a good girl, squeezing my fingers so tight when you come for me, fuck.”
Mouth shiny with my arousal, he puts them between his lips and sucks, watching me as he moans.
“So fucking sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “Best thing I’ve eaten all day.”
Keeping his attention centered on my pussy, he stands, resting his hands on the arms of the chair.
“Looks like someone went and made a mess.” His gaze flicks up to mine. “How are you gonna make it up to me, beautiful?”
“How do you want me to make it up to you?” I ask, still fucking panting.
He doesn’t answer, just pops an eyebrow and quirks his lips as he holds out his hand.
Scooting forward, I take it and rise, legs trembling beneath me.
Cupping my face in his hands, he dips his head, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is slow, languid, making my pussy pulse with need all over again.
When he pulls away, I’m practically swaying on my feet.
Placing his hands on my head, he gently coaxes me down onto my knees.
When he finally answers my question, his voice is a low rumbling growl. “Take a guess.”
From my vantage point, I can see the impressive outline of his cock bulging in his jeans. My mouth waters as I undo the button and lower his zipper.
When I tug his jeans down to his knees, his cock springs free, thick and hard. The fact that I’m finally face to face with his shiny Ampallang piercing running horizontally through the head of his dick takes me by surprise.
Fascinated, I run the tip of my finger over each silver ball, grinning up at him when the muscles of his thighs twitch.
Wrapping my hand around his impressive length, I stroke it slowly, sliding the metal over my palm.
The piercing must have hurt like hell, but the memory of how it felt inside me when he fucked me while we were at the cabin makes my inner walls clench with anticipation.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” His voice is strained, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, almost as if he’s doing everything he can to hold himself back.
“Mmm, so much,” I murmur, leaning forward to swipe my tongue up the slit, lapping up the pre-cum. At his sharp intake of breath, I swirl my tongue around the head, paying special attention to the silver bar piercing his dick.
Metal hot from his body heat, I can’t resist a playful flick of my tongue against it while maintaining eye contact.
Pupils blown, jaw clenched tight, he groans, “Fuck, Sasha,” when I take him into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.
That’s twice now he’s edged me, and I’m determined to make him suffer like he made me suffer—edging me until I was ready to scream. So I take my time, alternating between slow sucks and light, teasing nips of my teeth. Twisting my wrist, my hand works what doesn’t fit in my mouth.
Cupping his balls with my free hand, I roll and squeeze them gently between my fingers. His hips jerk forward as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, metal and flesh sliding over my tongue.
“Christ,” he hisses, hands fisting at his sides. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Moving my hands to grip his thighs, I pull back until just the tip is between my lips, circling my tongue over the head again before taking him all the way to the back of my throat. When his thighs tense beneath my palms, I know he’s getting close.
Time for a little payback.
Just as his breathing turns ragged, I stop.
His frustrated groan is music to my ears. “You’re playing with fire, sweet cheeks,” he warns, voice rough.
Gazing up at him innocently, I bat my eyelashes as I give the underside of his cock one long, slow lick from base to tip.
Then I start again, bringing him close only to back off at the last second. His chest heaves with the effort of holding back, sweat beading on his forehead as he fights for control.
After the third round, a growl rumbles from deep in his chest, and his hands come up, fingers tangling in my hair as he grips it tight, pulling me away from his cock with an audible pop.
“You made your point,” he says, voice dangerously low. “Now I’m going to fuck your face. Think you can take it like the good little slut you are?”
His crude words send a thrill racing through my veins. “Do your worst,” I challenge, opening my mouth and sticking my tongue out in supplication.
Jax’s dark brown eyes flare in surprise before the color shifts, dangerously close to black.
Gripping his cock at the base, he places the head on my tongue, running it slowly over the top a couple of times.
The teasing friction makes my core clench with need just as he shoves his cock to the back of my throat. I gag around his length, tears springing from the corners of my eyes, but he doesn’t let up.
His grip tightens in my hair, holding me in place. My nipples are throbbing painfully, but it only enhances the experience.
After a couple of minutes, he pulls back just enough to let me catch my breath before thrusting deep again.
I force myself to relax, allowing him to set a punishing rhythm. My hands grip his thighs for balance as he fucks my mouth, each stroke hitting the back of my throat.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, his voice strained. “Take it all. Fucking hell, your mouth was made for my cock.”
Saliva drips down my chin as he continues his relentless pace, but I barely notice. I’m completely lost in the moment, turned on by his dominance and his raw grunts of pleasure.
“I’m close,” he warns. His rhythm becomes erratic as he slows his pace. “Where do you want it?”
I dig my fingers into his thighs and swallow around him. His groan is almost animalistic as his thrusts become shorter, more urgent.
“Fuck, fuck, fffuuuuck,” he chants. Seconds later, he lets out a feral roar right before hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat.
I swallow eagerly until the last pulse subsides, and he untangles his fingers from my hair, gently easing himself out of my mouth.
Chest heaving, he looks down at me with a wild look of awe on his face. “Jesus Christ, woman,” he pants, helping me to my feet.
My knees are sore from being on the hard floor, but the pain is worth it just to see the thoroughly wrecked look on his face.
After tucking himself back into his jeans, he crushes his lips to mine. It’s a kiss full of heat and possession.
When Jax pulls away, a flash of what looks like vulnerability or maybe even fear flickers in his eyes before vanishing just as quickly as it appeared.
He’s obviously avoiding my eyes as he bends down to pick up my jeans and panties from the floor. When I have them in my hands, he reaches for the buttons on my shirt.
“I can do it,” I tell him, confused by the sudden shift in his behavior.
“I know,” he murmur-growls, buttoning it up with surprising gentleness. “But I want to.”
The tenderness in his touch contradicts the way he’s refusing to meet my gaze as his fingers work methodically, carefully fastening each button.
“Jax? Is... everything okay?”
“Yeah, of course.” After finishing the last button, he smooths the fabric over my shoulders, and turns to start cleaning up. “Just want to make sure you’re taken care of.”
Studying his profile as he works, I try to decode what just happened. One moment we’re lost in each other, and the next, it’s like he’s thrown up a wall.
It’s a complete three-sixty from how he’s been acting ever since we started this thing between us. And whatever this thing is, it sure as hell doesn’t feel like FWB anymore.
It feels like… more.