35. Jax #2
I’m hard and her eyes go down to me and stay there and I don’t have it in me to be coy about what I want.
“Tell me,” she says.
“Tell you what.”
“What you want.”
“I want you.”
“Yeah?”
“On the counter.”
“Yeah.”
“Three feet from the Cup.”
She breathes a laugh into my mouth. “You’re really doing this.”
“Yeah.”
“Get over here, Mercer.”
I step closer between her knees.
She pulls me to her and I line up against her — wet, ready, both of us right at the edge — and I pause.
“You sure.”
“Jax.”
I push into her.
Slow.
No resistance. All the way, watching her face as I bottom out — her mouth opens and her eyes go wide — she stays with me the whole way in.
I bury my face in her neck for a second.
“Christ.”
“I know.”
“Christ, Nova.”
“I know.”
I move.
Slow first. Letting both of us adjust — her at the edge of the counter, my hands on her hips, the Cup off to her right, the city quiet outside. Not just slow because I want this to last.
Slow because for once, nothing in me is trying to get ahead of this.
She rolls her hips against mine.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck me harder.”
I slide my hand into her hair. Grip the back of her head. Tongue her deep and start moving the way she’s asking me to.
Her hands go to my back — her nails dig in and I don’t care. I feel the marks she’s leaving and I want them, I want every part of her on every part of me.
“You feel my thick cock?” I say, rough. “Hold it. Take it.”
“I feel you.”
“Stay with me.”
“I’m staying.”
I move faster. Deeper. Her pussy grabbing tight around me and her hand in my hair and her teeth on my neck and she bites down.
“Fuck.”
“You like that, Jax?”
“Yeah.”
“I wanna come on you again, Jax.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“Harder.”
My cock is ready to explode. I slow just enough to hold on longer. She gasps into my mouth and her nails dig in — the granite hot under her thighs from the heat of her.
I lift her hips off it so I can hit deeper and she makes that sound that does something I can’t name.
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Oh…Jax.”
“Yeah.”
She comes.
Clenching, tightening around me, her mouth falling open — face unmanaged — hands fisting my hair. Her body arching against me on the counter. I watch her come. I keep moving through it. Saying her name into her hair, against her mouth, into her skin.
I come deep inside her, cock pulsating. My hand fisted in her hair, forehead pressed to hers. Her name spilling out of me in a voice I don’t recognize. And I don’t care what the fuck I sound like, because I don’t need to manage that part anymore.
I stay there, inside her. Forehead against hers. Both of us breathing heavy.
The Cup is three feet away.
All I can see is her.
She makes a sound. Not a word. Just a sound. Her hand comes up to my jaw and her thumb traces my cheekbone and she’s looking at me with the expression she had in the kitchen six hours ago and I look back at her with whatever I look like right now and we stay quiet for a long time.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“My ass is asleep.”
I laugh into her shoulder.
“Yeah. Sorry. Counter’s hard.”
“Counter’s rock hard, Jax. Granite.”
“You picked the location.”
“I did not pick the—”
“You said get over here, Mercer.”
“That was — fine. Fair.”
I get my arms under her. Lift her off the counter, her legs still wrapped around me, and carry her across the kitchen. She buries her face in my neck. I can feel her smiling against my throat.
“Where are we going.”
“Bed.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Counter served its purpose.”
“Counter did fine.”
Brick is in the doorway watching all of this. Doesn’t move when I walk past with her. Just watches.
“Yeah, Brick. I know.”
He doesn’t acknowledge it.
I carry her down the hall. She’s still smiling against my neck.
The Cup is on the counter where we left it.
The sweat is cooling on both of us. My legs are still a little shaky and my voice has not fully come back.
We are not done tonight.
Not even close.
And for once I am not in a hurry to get anywhere past right now.
I push the bedroom door open with my shoulder.
Lay her down on the bed.
Climb up after her.
She makes a sound after a minute.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“I want to see you.”
I stop. Slide out. She rolls over — for a second I think she’s going to face me — but then she keeps rolling, all the way, until she’s looking at the foot of the bed with her back to me.
Then she climbs on.
Reverse cowgirl. Her ass settling onto me, hair down her back, hands behind her on my thighs. She reaches between her legs, finds me, lines me up and lowers herself in one slow slide.
“Christ.”
“Yeah.”
“Nova.”
She starts to ride me.
I have never seen anything in my life like this.
The view from below — her ass on my thighs, hips lifting and dropping, the way she spreads on me every time she sinks all the way down.
The line of her spine arching forward then back.
I can see exactly where I disappear into her — every time she lifts, my cock slick with her, every time she sinks, the wet sound of her taking me back in.
I put both hands on her ass. Grip her. Spread her slightly.
“Tell me what you see,” she says.
“Your ass. The way you’re taking me.” My voice goes thick. “You’re soaking, Nova. I can see how wet you are every time you lift off.”
She moans and rocks her hips harder. Her hand goes to her own breast. I watch her touch herself on top of me and I’m going to lose it.
I drag my thumb slow down the cleft of her ass. Down to where she’s stretched around me — slick, the rim of her wet with both of us.
She freezes. Breath catches.
“Jax —”
“Yeah.”
She makes a sound I have never heard her make. Low. Broken.
“Do that again.”
I do.
She’s shaking. I can feel us both right at the edge and I can’t go yet.
I pull her off me.
She whimpers — quiet, almost angry. I breathe against her skin.
“Soon,” I say. “Not here.”
“You’re cruel.”
“I know.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. That slow smile.
“You want me to ride your face.”
“Yeah.”
“And what about you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
She tilts her head.
“No,” she says. “You won’t.”
She knows what she’s doing before she does it.
“Lay back,” she says.
I lay back.
She climbs over me — her hips above my face, her mouth finding my cock at the same time she lowers herself onto my mouth.
My voice gives out entirely.
I get my hands on her — one on her ass, one on her back — and work her with my tongue while she has me down her throat. Her hips rock against my mouth. She hums around me and the vibration goes through me like a current.
We are — Christ — we are —
She takes me deeper. Squeezes the base of me. I’m coming into her throat at the same time I’m making her come against my mouth and I can’t tell which is happening first because it doesn’t matter, because we’re both there, both gone, both of us at once.
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
A sound rips out of me I didn’t know I had.
She lifts off me. Turns around. Lies down on top of me.
Her face on my chest. Her mouth wet. My hand in her hair.
I’m still shaking.
She is too.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“That was—”
“Yeah.”
I tilt her face up. Kiss her with both our tastes in it. She kisses me back slow and lazy.
I slide her off me, onto her stomach.
She makes a small sound of what are you doing but doesn’t protest.
“You’re not done?” she says into the pillow.
“No.”
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“You just—”
“I know.”
“You can’t possibly—”
“I can.”
I run my hand down her back. The line of her spine. The curve of her hip. Up over the swell of her ass. She makes a small sound and her hips lift slightly off the bed without her deciding to do it.
I get my hand between her thighs from behind.
She’s soaked — her thighs, her cunt, all of it — and my hand slides through it and she gasps into the pillow and I’m hardening again with my hand on her like that is the only thing that has ever needed to happen.
I get behind her.
Knees between her thighs. Hand on her hips. Pull her up onto her knees in front of me, her face still down in the pillow, her back curved.
I look at her like that for a second.
I slide into her from behind.
Easy. All the way. She’s so open and ready I’m buried in her in one slow push and she makes a sound into the pillow I have never heard her make.
“Christ.”
“Yeah.”
I bury myself.
I hold there. Both of my hands on her hips. Her ass against me. My cock as deep in her as I can get — I’m not in a hurry, I’m not moving yet, I am just there — inside her, holding her, feeling every part of her wrapped around every part of me.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“Move.”
“In a second.”
“Jax. Move.”
I start to move.
Slow. Deep. The angle hits different and I can feel it — hitting her somewhere new — and she can feel it too because her hand fists in the pillow and her face presses down and she makes a sound that isn’t a word.
“I know,” I say.
I move faster. Deeper. My hands on her hips pulling her back into every thrust. The wetness of her. The slap of skin. The sound of her breath catching every time I hit deep.
“Jax — I’m gonna —”
“Yeah.”
“Again — I’m gonna come again —”
“Yeah.”
“How are you—”
“Don’t think about it.”
I move harder. Hand sliding down from her hip to between her legs, finding her clit, working it.
She comes.
She comes hard, into the pillow, her whole body clenching around me, her hand fisting in the sheets. I keep going through it. Slower to let her ride it out, then faster again because I’m close, so close.
I pull her into me. Her backside’s tight against my hips.
My head falls back and I come deep inside her. Her name in my mouth. Her face turns back to find mine, our mouths finding each other half-blind, both of us still in the middle of it.
I don’t pull out.
I lay us both down — her on her side, me behind her, still inside her, my arm under her head and the other across her ribs holding her to me.
I bury my face, inhaling the scent of her hair.
She’s breathing fast and I’m breathing faster and neither of us says anything.
After a minute her hand finds mine. She just sighs.
I close my eyes.
My girl in my arms.
No armor anywhere.