Chapter 48
forty-eight
Jax’s body isn’t just a snack, it’s more like a charcuterie board for my eyes, a mouth-watering smorgasbord for my tongue. Lean muscle, covered in not only black and white, but colorful tattoos. Pierced nipples tight with need. Cock hard and standing at attention, head glistening with pre-cum.
Suddenly, I have an urge—an urge to choke on it—to let my tongue glide over the tip before dancing it over the metal rod impaled through its flesh.
I track his hand, watching as he reaches down to give it a smooth, lazy jerk. “You want this?”
“Yes.”
“How bad?”
My bound wrists yank at the tie as I let out a low groan. “So bad.”
“Tell me where you want it,” he demands.
When my eyes flick up, the grin he gives me as he waits for me to answer is so slow, it verges on sinful.
“In my mouth.”
His eyes gleam, pupils blowing so wide they almost look black. That’s how I know he’s on the verge of feral—just the way I like him.
Jax grins wickedly before crawling up my body until he’s straddling my chest. My breath quickens as his thighs bracket my ribs, his impressive cock now mere inches away from my face.
Wanting desperately to touch him, I strain against the tie binding my wrists, but the silk only tightens even more.
“Open,” he commands, his voice a rough growl, sending shivers down my spine.
Eagerly, I part my lips, tilting my head back just enough to get a better angle. He grips his cock at the base, guiding the tip to my waiting mouth.
The salty taste of pre-cum hits my taste buds as he slowly rubs the head of his dick back and forth along the flat surface of my tongue before I wrap my mouth around him.
“Fuck, yeah,” he groans as I hollow my cheeks, sucking him deep. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, baby.”
His piercing slides across my tongue, adding a delicious sensation that makes me moan around his length. The vibration of my throat causes him to hiss as he shifts his hand to tangle in my hair.
“You fucking live for it, don’t you?” he asks, eyes locked on mine as he plants his other hand against the wall above my head and starts to thrust. “You love having your mouth fucked while you’re all trussed up and helpless.”
I can only moan in response as my core clenches.
Gradually, he increases the pace, hand tightening in my hair as he fucks my face. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat with each jab, making my eyes water.
“Christ, you look so fucking perfect like this,” he rasps, his breathing becoming ragged. “Those pretty lips stretched around my cock, tits bouncing.”
His thrusts become more deliberate, more controlled, as he watches my face for any sign of discomfort. But all I feel is desire—hot, consuming desire that has me arching beneath him, desperate for more.
Just when I think he’s about to lose control, he pulls back, cock slipping from my mouth with a wet pop. Whimpering at the loss, I try chasing after it with my lips.
“Fuck.” Jax’s chest heaves as he stares down at me. His eyes are dark with lust, jaw clenched tight as he takes several deep breaths, fighting for control. When he speaks, his voice is dangerously low, sending a fresh wave of arousal straight to my core.
“Do you want me to come in your mouth, or do you want me to fuck your cunt like the dirty little slut you are?”
His crude, deprecating words makes my pussy clench with need. I lick my lips, savoring the taste of him still lingering there.
“I want you to fuck me,” I moan.
“Like…”
“A dirty little slut.”
A primal sound rumbles from his chest. Slowly, he moves down my body and settles between my thighs. Eyes never leaving mine, he notches the head of his cock at my entrance.
“You sure this what you want?” he asks again, slowly rubbing himself through my folds, gathering my arousal, slicking his dick.
“Yes,” I gasp, lifting my hips in an attempt to slide him inside. “Please, Jax.”
He grips my hips, holding me still. “Say it again.”
“Please,” I beg, desperate for him to fill me. “I need you inside me.”
With one powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, making me cry out as my vision blurs.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans. “Always so perfect for me.”
But when he starts to move, it’s with slow, deliberate strokes that have me whimpering beneath him. Each thrust drags his piercing along my inner walls, creating a delicious friction that has me panting for more.
“You like that?” he asks, voice strained as he picks up the pace. “You like how I fill you up?”
“Yes,” I moan, tugging at my bound wrists. I want to touch him so badly, to dig my nails into his back and pull him closer. “Harder, Jax. Please.”
His eyes flash with heat as he grips my thighs, pushing them wider apart. “Since you asked so nicely...”
The next thrust is so hard it shifts me up the bed. I cry out, pleasure spiraling as he sets a punishing rhythm. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, blending seamlessly with our gasps and moans.
“Look at me,” he commands, one hand moving to grip my jaw. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
My lids are heavy, and I practically have to force them open to meet his intense gaze. The connection feels electric, intimate and profound, terrifying and wonderful all at once.
“I’m close,” I pant as a familiar ache unfurls deep inside.
“Me too,” he grunts, reaching down to circle my clit with his thumb. “I want you to come with me, beautiful. Can you do that?”
“Yes! Oh, fffuuuuck!”
The next thing I know, my orgasm is crashing over me, inner muscles clenching hard as I scream his name. Through the haze, I see his face contort as he stiffens and lets out a guttural groan, hips jerking as he empties himself inside me painting my inner walls with his cum.
Both of us are breathing hard as the aftershocks continue to ripple. Finally, he pulls out slowly, causing an unwitting whimper to escape my throat at the loss.
With gentle hands, Jax reaches up to untie my wrists, massaging each one gently before bringing them to his lips, pressing soft kisses to the red marks left behind.
“You okay?” he asks, voice tender as he moves to lie beside me, pulling me into his arms.
I nod, still trying to catch my breath. “More than okay.”
He brushes my hair away from my face with the palm of his hand, searching my eyes. The intensity in his own makes my heart skip. “I don’t think I could’ve imagined a better way to get an answer to my question. But just to be clear… you’re all in? With me?”
“Yeah,” I whisper. Despite the fact that we just had mind-blowing sex, I suddenly feel a little shy. “I want to give this—us—a chance.”
His smile is so bright it could light up the entire room. “Good. Because I don’t think I could’ve gotten through another day of just being your roommate.”
I laugh, snuggling against his side. “Me neither. It was torture.”
“Tell me about it,” he groans, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “It was driving me insane not being able to touch you knowing you were just down the hall.”
We lie there in comfortable silence, his fingers trailing lazily up and down my spine. I can’t believe I actually did it—went full-on Pretty Woman with the tie and everything. The look on his face when he walked through the door was worth every second without him over the past few days.
“What made you change your mind?” he asks, breath soft against my hair.
I push up, propping myself up on an elbow to look down at him. Lids hooded, his eyes are warm as they meet mine.
“I just couldn’t stop thinking about what you said.
About how you’d never hurt me the way my dad or Ryan did.
” I trace my finger over the tribal tattoo on his chest. “And I realized all I was doing was punishing not only you, but myself for things they did. I was so scared of getting hurt again that I was willing to walk away from something that could be amazing.”
He takes my wandering hand and brings it to his lips. “I meant what I said. I’m not going anywhere, Sasha.”
“I know.” Trust settles into my heart, breath catching as the realization sets in that I actually believe him. “Even though it terrifies me, I’m willing to do this… with you.”
Jax pulls me down for a kiss, soft and sweet. When we break apart, he’s grinning like a fool.
“What?” I ask, unable to stop my answering smile.
“Just thinking about how much I’m going to enjoy helping you take care of these.” A finger ghosts over one of my piercings, making me shiver.
“Oh, yeah? Are you down bad for my nipples?”
“Sweet cheeks, as much as I can’t get enough of looking at these…” He gently brushes a thumb over the gold bar, making my breath hitch. “The only thing I’m down bad for…” His eyes flick up to lock with mine. “…is you.”