Chapter 2 #2
She shot him a questioning look, but he only helped to flip her over. He sat on top of her legs, just below her derriere, and began to stroke her back.
If his kisses and earlier touch had felt good, she was unprepared for the sensation of his hands on her back. It had been years since someone had touched her this way, years since she’d received physical pleasure from another human being, and she nearly purred out loud.
She could feel the hard ridge of his cock pressing against her bottom through their jeans, but he took his time with her neck and shoulders, the muscles that lined her spine and the hungry flesh spread out before him.
Her excitement was growing, no matter that she didn’t want it to, and she pressed her hips into the mattress to keep from arching her back in blatant invitation.
But Jax had started a fire and she was powerless to control it. Every touch of his hands was its own temptation, the movements of her body totally bound to his orchestration.
When Jax reached around her and unbuttoned her jeans, she eagerly helped him pull them from her body, grateful her face was pressed against the mattress so he couldn’t see the desire flushing her face and chest. She was squirming beneath him now, her body desperate for his and her legs spreading apart.
There was no denying her excitement, no way to prevent her pleasure, and she gave in to the sensation when Jax stroked her bottom and caught the strings of her thong, pulling it up and deeper into her crevice.
She cried out.
“You like that?” he asked.
“Yes.”
He pressed his bare cock against her bottom. “You know how good it’s going to feel when I’m inside you?”
His words made her pelvis curl toward her abdomen.
“Get on your knees,” he commanded, and she did as she was told, her back arching so that her ass went high in the air, exposing herself to him, the thin panties the only barrier between their bodies.
Jax squeezed her cheeks in his hands, kneading the thick flesh and whispering reverent praise. He traced the line between the folds of her sex with one skillful finger, lightly settling on the bud hidden between them.
She wanted him to fuck her and get it over with, not draw it out like this and make her beg for him. But begging she was as he deftly teased her clitoris while pressing himself against her most sensitive places.
“Please, Jax.”
“Please, what?”
“I need you inside me.”
He cursed under his breath. “Roll over.”
If she didn’t face him, she could keep some semblance of herself away from him. “No. I want you like this.”
“I want to see you.”
She was nearly there, the finish line in sight, so she did as he asked, surprised by the size and breadth of his glistening cock, standing at attention.
He was bigger than her husband — the only other man she’d been with — and she wondered if he would hurt her. She let her eyes take in the rest of his body, so different from Ralph’s.
Where her husband’s muscles had been defined and trim, Jax’s were big and bulging.
He bent over her, nuzzling her neck, and her eyes closed once more.
Then he was moving lower, taking her breast in his hand and squeezing it to a point before taking the whole of her nipple and areola into his mouth and sucking.
It was worse than she’d feared, pleasure searing through her, white hot and bright. The sensation overwhelmed her and she thrust her hips into his chest, bucking against him there while he suckled her harder.
“Please, Jax. I’m ready.”
Had she ever been loved like this? Aroused to the point where she was begging for penetration, desperate for sexual release?
He moved lower, settling himself between her legs, and she was panting hard and heavy, knowing what he was going to do before his mouth settled over her secret place and she began the climb to orgasm.
She didn’t want him to do this. It wasn’t necessary to get pregnant, and she wanted only to do what was necessary.
“I want you inside me when I come, Jax.”
He growled as he climbed on top of her, then tested his weight against her smaller frame. The feel of him was so good she could have cried. How she missed this! He wasn’t even inside of her yet, and she was emotionally swamped by the return of these sensations after so much time without them.
He pressed the head of his cock beside her opening, and for a moment she thought she wouldn’t have to deceive him. The slightest movement and he’d be inside her.
“You’re so wet for me.” He groaned. He was pushing hard against her, teasing her, so close to her entrance. “I need to get a condom.”
She tightened her legs around his waist. “It’s okay.”
He was panting with the exertion of holding back. “What do you mean?”
She feared all of her anxiety and hopeful planning had been for nothing. She was right in the middle of her cycle, all the signs of her fertility clearly visible yesterday and today, but she needed to have unprotected sex with this man.
A risky thing to do, especially for a man who didn’t like to take chances.
She held her breath, then reached between them, guiding his cock into her body with her hand. He thrust inside her with one long push, and they gasped with pleasure as he filled her.
He pulled out and thrust into her again, his cock stretching and stroking her tender flesh, and her physical joy mixed with her hope for a child.
“Are you sure it’s okay?” he ground out.
She dug her nails into his back. “Yes.”
“Jesus.” He was breathing hard, pumping into her with hard strokes, forcing himself deeper inside her. “Do you want me to pull out?”
“No.”
Please no.
She swallowed her fear. “Come inside me, Jax. I want you to.”
It was like she hit a secret booster button in a video game. He let loose with a loud growl, the force of his thrusts instantly putting her on course for an orgasm.
The noises Jax made changed dramatically, and she knew he was beyond holding back. He thrust into her again and again, and she held her breath as her climax overtook her. Jax called out, buried to the hilt inside her body, and she smiled into the darkness as he came.
It was only when the aftershocks had stopped rippling through her that she again noticed the rumbling of the hotel air conditioner, the bitterly cold air in the room, and the uncomfortable weight of Jax on top of her.
Lust dissipated, leaving self-hatred and shame in its wake. She’d accomplished what she’d set out to do, but she hadn’t wanted to enjoy it.
Tears filled her eyes as she pushed Jax off of her, collected her clothing, and made her way to the bathroom, dressing without looking at herself in the mirror.
She knew what she would see there.
Bed-tossed hair, her face flushed from exertion and desire.
Maybe a hickey to complete her humiliation.
She was the worst kind of person, unable to focus on her hatred of the man when his touch felt so good.
Letting him fuck her was necessary. Begging him to fuck her and experiencing the most powerful orgasm of her life was utter and complete betrayal.
She pushed out of the bathroom.
In the dim light from the window, she could see Jax sitting up in bed.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m leaving now.” She walked toward the door.
“You don’t have to go, Jessa. Stay with me.”
“No thanks.” She opened the door and left, without so much as a glance in his direction.
She was never going to see Jax Andersson again.