Chapter 23 Eyes On The Mirror #2
My throat was dry at the sight of him undressing, and my heart was pounding erratically against my chest. And when my gaze found his again, they were darker than the black coffee he loved so much.
“I want you.”
The words passed through my lips, sounding like the combination of a moan and a plea. And they seemed to unlock something inside him because he sprang into action. His pants fell to his knees, and he tore my panties clean off.
“Jaxon, those were my…” I scolded, but once he thrusted into me, all words were lost.
My head hung as I took every inch, my fingers clenching around the edges of the counter.
“How do you feel so fucking good every single time? Fuck, trouble,” he groaned.
Inch after inch, I felt him stretching me with his length and making me his. I drew him in, being a willing slave to the pleasure and the pain. God, I felt so full. I wanted to live in that very moment, wrapped in his arms with only pleasure to look forward to.
“Good?”
Nodding, I met his thrust. “So good.”
“Good girl.” A throaty moan came from him when I clenched around him. “Now, how about you look up for me?”
My body was a willing servant. I arched my back and met his gaze in the mirror.
He grunted in approval, then his pace increased, pumping into me with an unmatched intensity.
I cried out, my pulse drumming inside my head and loving the feel of him inside me—loving the feel of the metal bars rubbing against my inner walls.
He had both hands gripping my waist, pulling me into every deep thrust. The sound of ragged breaths and skin slapping against skin were the only echoes in the room. This feeling between us, it was a high—a sensation worth chasing.
“Oh God, Jaxon,” I moaned.
He rolled his hips, pushing in and out of me, as one had crept up to my neck.
He slipped my straps off my shoulders and let my breasts fully free.
With every thrust, they bounced in the mirror, and I watched him go feral at the sight.
Grabbing a fistful, he squeezed my breast and twirled my nipple between his fingers.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my back bowed, too consumed in the heat to worry about the flames.
His fingers caressed my hips, the gentle nature a complete contradiction to the brutality of his thrusts.
Sweet Jesus, he was right about that piercing.
The sensation at that angle felt like heaven.
“Eyes on me, trouble.”
I felt his fingers brush against my back, trailing up until they wrapped around my hair and tugged. My eyes flashed open and I found myself whimpering at the sight. His expression shone from satisfaction and need, both fighting for first place in a race he was determined to win.
“I want you to look at me while I fuck you. I want you to look how fucking good this tight pussy is taking me. I want you to see the moment I make you come on this dick. I want you shaking with exhaustion and begging for more.” He groaned when I tightened around him, but his eyes never left mine.
“But most importantly, trouble, I want you to watch me make you mine.”
I screamed and cried out, my legs beginning to quiver as I wandered dangerously close to the edge. He leaned low, and suddenly, my left leg was up on the counter.
“Jaxon!” I moaned. “Jax… Oh God, that's so...”
I could feel him in my skin, deep in my pores as if he was meant to stay there.
My gaze stayed locked on his and the intoxicating sight of him made me lose all sense of sanity.
I watched the fire light his eyes, hues of brown shining back at me like burnt umbers.
Involuntarily, my leg bent and tried to slide off the counter, but his arm moved to trap it there.
One fist hit the counter, his knuckles grazing the back of my knee, and he picked up the pace.
“Yes yes yes! Oh, Jax right there.”
He grunted and slammed in and out of me, maintaining the pace and hitting the right spot every time.
My eyelids threatened to close, fluttering repeatedly, but then his other hand came up to grip my neck.
It was next to impossible to keep my eyes open for him, to fight back the blanket of erotic pleasure wrapping around me.
But the reflection of us linked together—breasts bouncing, dick pulsing, skin glistening—added to the fantasy.
His lips brushed against my ear. “Ready to come for me, trouble?”
“Yes! Please.”
His hand dropped and played with my nipple, tugging and flicking, until I couldn't hold it anymore.
A cry left my lips, and I was exploding from the inside out.
Diamonds scattered across my vision as my orgasm rolled over me like a tidal wave.
Unimaginable bliss took my hand and ran into the clouds.
My legs shook, almost threatening to fall, when Jaxon wrapped an arm around me to keep me steady.
He got three more pumps in before he joined me.
“Fuck, Savannah,” he roared, pulling out and coming hard on my thigh. Then he slumped against me, breathing hard and tilting my head back to peck my lips.
And as we caught our breaths and looked back into the mirror, I realized that I’d have to be a lot more careful where Jaxon Cage was involved.