If I wasn't so drunk I might have felt guilty, but in this moment as I sit on Jax's countertop I don't feel anything but lust. My legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding me tightly there.
"Are you sure you wanna do this?" He says, inching closer to my face.
"There's no going back now." And then we're kissing, kissing like we've never been kissed before. His hands are up my dress, kneading at my thighs. My hands are lost in his hair, pulling him closer to me. Our tongues have met and are battling for control, eyes closed, heart closed, legs open.
He lets go of me for a moment, pulling off his cut and then his t-shirt. His muscles flex as he undoes his jeans. He lets them slide to his ankles, leaving him in front of me only in his boxers. I feel my legs twitch as I stare at his sculpted body; he moves his hands back to me, pulling and prodding at my dress until its off of me. I sit there exposed, clad only in a bra and my wedged heels, I go to kick them off but he stops me. "I like those." He mutters, moving closer to me. In one swift movement his hands are on my breast, he pulls them out, my bra acting as a prop extending them higher. He smacks at them firmly before replacing his fingers with his lips, I can feel nothing but pleasure as he bruises my body. In this moment I truly am his.
"Stop, Stop." I mumble, pushing him slightly away from me. I move my hands to his shoulders, pulling him back with my legs. They wrap so easily around his waist, I smile. He kisses me again, hot on the lips and then moves downward to my neck. A low moan escapes my lips; he moves one hand to my mouth. I take each of his fingers inside of my lips, sucking them individually. His lips move lower and lower but I pull him closer to me, I can feel him growing against me. I'm bare and the only thing keeping him from me is his boxers. "Take off your clothes." I whimper, pulling back from him once again.
"And why should I do that?" He grunts, looking me dead in the eye. He places one hand under my chin, caressing it lightly.
"Because I want you." I whisper.
"You'll have to say it louder than that."
"I want you." I say a little louder, blushing.
"Louder."
"I want you to fuck me." I scream.
He grins at me, "All you had to do was ask." He's chuckling now, but doesn't remove his boxers.
"Fuck you." I frown now, attempting to turn my cheek to him but his hand is planted firmly there.
"That's what I intend to do." He moves closer, moving his hands to my neck. He lays them there flatly for a moment before gripping firmly. "Do you like that?"
Surprisingly enough, I do. I don't respond though, only nod before he lets go. He replaces his hands with soft kisses, up and down my neck and to my chest. I take the moment to push down at his boxers with my legs, he springs free almost instantaneously. When I look down at his erection, I feel startled. He's much bigger than anyone that I have ever been with. I do everything I can not to think of Opie and it works.
I push forward against him, hips rubbing against each other. He doesn't enter me though, just rubs his cock against my mound. I sigh loudly, he pulls back from me. He spreads my legs wide, smacking gently against my clit. He doesn't leave his hand there for long. I have never experienced anything like this before. "Turn over." He commands, "Bend over the counter."
"What?" I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my exposed chest.
"Bend over." Is all he says, smiling coolly at me.
I'm not sure how to respond but instead of protesting I do as I'm told, I bend over the counter resting my elbows on it, heels flat on the floor. He stands close to me, hands reaching out to grasp my ass.
"What are you doing?" I whisper, unsure of what is to come next. I feel him pull one hand back, the other gripping tightly at my waist. He brings the other down swiftly before placing a strong hand back swiftly, spanking me – hard on the ass cheek.
I groan loudly but before I can say anything I feel a finger probing the edge of my pussy, he slides it in quickly, rubbing gently against my g-spot. He doesn't retract his finger but adds another before spanking me once again with his other hand. I cry out, this time out of pleasure.
"Please." I cry.
"Please what?" he groans, fingering me harder. He moves his other hand around, now attacking vigorously at my clit. He knows that he's doing, perfectly in time, causing me to drench his hands.
"Fuck me." I barely whisper, moaning at the same time.
"I'm going to fuck you until you cum all over me." He retreats his hands from me, pulling one of his arms back to around my neck. He holds me in a standing position now, hand firmly placed on the side of my neck. "I want you to look at me while I fuck you."
As we walk to the bedroom he urges me to keep my shoes on, I hear him kick his off as we walk quickly down the hallway. I stop suddenly once we hit his bedroom, his hand drops from my neck. Once the door opens it on, he takes no time to push me onto his bed. He kisses me once again before forcefully entering me. In a swift motion, he's on top of me, his hands brace him up, my legs wrap around his waist once again. I moan loudly, looking him directly. His eyes never leave me; he takes his time, moving in slowly.
I beg him to speed up, even though it hurts, I feel myself expanding for him.
I'm begging for more, I want more.