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 punishingrhythm. 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.”