CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FIFTEEN
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Meeting his eyes I take a step backwards, he doesn't look angry but there is an inferno in his eyes that scares me a little, unfortunately the picnic bench is right behind me and I stumble backwards, Jax's hand shoots out and he grabs my back, his hand sliding between the multiple chains that hold my shirt together. His palm is hot against my back.
He pulls me upright and yanks me to him, his mouth clamps on mine and I don't even have a chance to think when his tongue demands entry past my lips. Opening my mouth I kiss him back, completely oblivious to the cheers that are going on around us, and the passing of money in the corner.
He pulls back from me, his face is less than an inch from mine, my lipstick is smeared across his lip and he doesn't look like he gives a shit. Leaning down he runs his tongue along my collar bone, worming his way under my shirt. He latches on to the junction of my shoulder and my neck and sucks hard. When he lets go there's an audible 'pop'. His mouth works his way up the side of my neck and when he's close to my ear he growls softly, "You better be wearing underwear."
I don't even have a chance to wonder why when he's lifting my up and flinging me over his shoulder.
His hand comes down hard on my ass and holds my skirt in place just as I feel the wind come up and start to lift it. "Thank you." I say, talking to Jax's back.
"What for?"
"Protecting my naked ass from the wind and stares of everyone in the lot." I say, with a giggle.
Jax's head turns and somehow he manages to lift the edge of my skirt to peer under it. "Holy shit." All he's seen is my naked behind, the way I'm hanging there's no way he could have seen the tiny scrap of red lace that's currently being classed as underwear.
He strides through the clubhouse, not pausing at all as people start chuckling. I manage to manoeuvre myself into a position where I can lift my head, barely, and glare at anyone laughing, though that doesn't help, everything is upside down and my eyes refuse to process it.
Jax's step falters when Ope's voice over everyone's calls out "Bout time bro."
I flip a finger at Opie which makes him laugh, and using the same hand I smack Jax's thigh, hard. "Blood rushing to head here."
"You're not the only one." Jax starts walking again and after a struggle to pull his keys from his pocket the door to his dorm room is open and he's closing it behind us.
He finally sets me to my feet and starts to open his mouth to say something. I don't give him a chance, pulling my shirt over my head I throw it in the corner and step close to him. Lacing my hands in his hair I pull until his lips is within reach of my mouth.
Latching my lips to his I push my tongue through his, I can feel him starting to protest so I stroke his tongue with my own very deliberately.
He's still a little hesitant, one hand ghosts up my side and rests on the swell of my breast, the other pulls my skirt to my waist and attaches itself to my ass, his thumb just by my hip finds the lace edge of my underwear and he tugs it, letting it go I feel the snap on my skin and the heat that rushes to the area. His thumb strokes over the material gently.
I feel like any second he's going to pull away from me and tell me it's a mistake, so I start trying to make it as difficult for him to do that as possible, by now we've both worked out it would just be delaying the inevitable.
I run my hands up his chest and tug his kutte from his shoulders, pulling my mouth away from his long enough to make sure it lands on the chair when I throw it I use the separation to tug his shirt over his head as well dropping it on the floor behind me. Dropping kisses up his neck I stop when a shudder runs through him with the contact of my lips gently brushing his Adams apple, concentrating my attentions there for a few seconds I feel his body relax, but he still doesn't seem to be trying to do anything. His fingers are rubbing slow circles on my bare skin, but he's not trying to move forward at all. Whatever it was that annoyed him outside is obviously forgotten about now that we're locked together in his room.
I step backwards, his hands fall to his sides and he doesn't say a word, or move a muscle. I think for a second how ridiculous I must look, my face is flushed and my hair is falling out of the bun I'd pulled it into earlier. Standing in front of him in my black and red plaid miniskirt and the shiny black stiletto heels and nothing else I feel the flush in my face go from arousal to embarrassment in seconds. I reach down to collect my shirt from where it landed; clutching it to my chest I step backwards towards the door. "I don't know what I did but I'm sorry. I'll get my stuff moved from your house tomorrow and go stay with Al till my house is finished." I'm done with it all, I'm done trying to work out his next move and when he's finally going to admit what I've known since forever, that we're destined to be together.
I can almost see the second his will snaps, he moves towards me, within 2 steps he right in front of me trapping me against his door, my back hard up against the wood.
His hands grab my upper arms and he yanks me forwards, the shirt drops from my hand and I forget about it in an instant when he welds his mouth to mine, this kiss is hot, demanding and in no way gentle. He forces my mouth open with his tongue making long strokes against my tongue before he pulls back enough to meet my eyes, "If you think you're going anywhere other than my bed you've got another thing coming."
I can't help but smirk at him, "Hopefully both of us actually." Our mouths meet again and I run my nails down his back, and the gentle scratch makes his whole body twitch, doing it again he growls low in his throat, wrapping an arm round my waist he drags me backwards till he suddenly stops and starts running his arm over the back of my skirt.
A giggle forms but I manage to suppress it, I reach behind myself and undo the buttons holding the top of my skirt together. The material falls to the floor in a clink of buckles and a rustle of lace. Pulling my arms back in front of me I undo Jax's belt buckle and go for the buttons on his jeans but he stops me with a whispered, "Wait."
Leaning backwards I raise my eyebrows waiting for his explanation but I realise I don't need one; he's standing there looking down at me clad in only my shoes and the tiny scrap of lace. "You can look, as long as I can too." I say softly, reaching for his jeans again. This time he doesn't stop me and after a battle with his buttons his jeans droop down but don't fall, pushing them down his thighs gravity takes over and they fall to the ground with a thump.
Running my eyes over him I take in the fully healed tattoo on his chest which is almost directly in front of my face, leaning forwards I run my tongue over the lettering and drag it down from the bottom of the l to circle his nipple before I nip it gently.
A groan escapes his mouth and his arms grab hold of me and he falls backwards onto his bed, pulling my head to the side his mouth attaches to my pulse point and he bites down sharply, my entire body bends with a sharp jolt at the painful sensation, but his tongue running constantly over it drags a moan out of my mouth and I'm momentarily embarrassed by how loud it is.
I wiggle around a bit till my legs fall on either side of him; using my knees on the bed I push myself backwards a little so I can see him. His chest is heaving up and down with panted breaths and his eyes are so full of desire I feel my internal muscles clench in anticipation. I crawl backwards until my knees are barely on the edge of the bed and bend at the waist again, dropping my feet to the floor. Standing in front of him I reach up to the waist band of the boxers he has on, his hand clamps over mine.
"You first," it's not a question that comes out of his mouth, but an order. "And leave the shoes on."
I run my tongue over my lip; pulling one of the rings into my mouth before flicking it out again I nod and take another step backwards. Reaching down I run my hands over my flat stomach till my fingertips hit the lace on my hips, tugging gently on it I slide a thumb under each side and use them to push the last item of clothing down to the ground. Stepping out of them I stand in front of him in nothing by my heels, his eyes take in my body from the top of my head to the tips of my shiny black shoes, before they trace back up.
Stopping on my nipple he looks a little closer before he meets my eyes, "Yes it's a different one."
The skull bar from my left nipple has been replaced with one that matches the heart dangling from the other; the only difference is the clear stones in one and the pink in the other. He twists his head and looks straight at my naked pussy, "Is that one different too?"
I shake my head and wave my hand at him. "I'm waiting."
He leans back onto the bed, tucking his hands behind his head, "I'm enjoying the view."
I smile at him, "I am too, but I'm missing part of it." I step closer to the bed again and this time he lets me tug his waist band down and pull his boxers off. I'm so engrossed in the task that I don't notice him moving till he grabs hold of the hearts hanging from each nipple and tugs them gently.
My head falls forwards and a shiver ripples down my back but I force my eyes open so I can take in the view in front of me. Jax's eyes are heavy lidded and his face is gently flushed and glee surges through my brain when I think that I was the one that did that to him, his chest is completely hairless until the start of his pale blonde happy trail. Biting my bottom lip I let my eyes fall on his cock for the first time, if it weren't for the pressure my teeth are putting into my lip I'm sure I would have sighed at the site, his erection points straight up from its base of neatly trimmed golden curls. I'm so engrossed in my examination that I don't realise Jax has leaned back onto the bed till he chuckles.
My eyes fly to his face and the look is so sexual that any thought of further examination dives to the lower depths of my brain, dropping back onto my knees on the bed I lean forward and run my tongue from his knee to his thigh, running over his hip his breath catches and I can't help the grin on my face at his unintentional display of disappointment as I continue upwards, my tongue runs the length of the indentation in the middle of his chest till I get to his throat where I stop to nibble on the point of his collar bone. I don't get any further than that before I'm being forcibly grabbed hold of.
Jax flips us over and settles himself between my legs, my wrists in one hand and the other hand propping himself up, a predatory smirk on his face. His head drops to my shoulder and his teeth latch onto my pulse point again, it's still stinging slightly but the pressure of his teeth and tongue soon have me feeling nothing but pleasure. When he pulls his head back I can't help the sigh that falls from my mouth and his grin gets wider. I'm watching his mouth as it gets closer to mine and when I manage to free a hand from his grip pinch his nipple before flicking it with a fingertip and trail my hand down his chest. Finally managing to get skin on skin contact with his steely hard erection the wrist supporting him almost gives way as I grip him tightly.
"Fuck." Jax's voice is rough and the word comes out harshly.
"Yes." I say, squeezing his cock again. "Please."
Whatever control he'd been managing to keep vanishes in those 2 words and suddenly his mouth is firmly attached to my nipple, his teeth tugging the bar while the other hand runs roughly over my side and my legs before he grabs hold of my knee and moves it sideways, his hand stays connected to my skin and I feel the callouses on his fingers when he trails them over my inner thigh. He doesn't stop for any length of time and my back arches violently when he tugs my nipple ring as he slides 2 fingers straight into my pussy.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk." The single word drags itself out of my voice box extending till I run out of breath. His hand hasn't stopped moving, I can feel his fingers exploring inside me and his thumb pressing down on my clit, adjusting himself on the arm that's beside my head his mouth trails across my chest to the other nipple while his fingers and thumb move in long strokes.
I'm trying to grab hold of any part of him I can but the height difference makes it hard to reach anything, I end up lifting my head enough to nip at his bicep which makes him stop moving completely. He lifts his head and looks at me, "Did you want something, I'm kinda busy."
"Yes, I want something." I say, his fingers twitch and my muscles clench in response. I take a breath and steel myself for the reaction to what I'm about to say, it's bound to be good. "I'd like you to take your fingers out of my pussy and replace them with your cock."
He wiggles his fingers again then pulls them out with a wet pop, I guess I should be embarrassed but I'm too turned on to care. Leaning over me he yanks open a draw and pulls out a condom before returning to his position between my knees.
I take the condom out of his hands, open it and carefully roll it down his length, my fingers gently moving the whole time. By the time I reach the base his eyes are glazed and his breathing is a little ragged.
He reaches out and pushes me back to the bed and is on top of me all with the same movement, he doesn't wait any longer, reaching between us he guides the head of his cock to my entrance and pushes forwards hard, burying himself to hilt in one motion.
The feeling of him inside me in almost indescribable, the connection I'd always missed with Craig is there and vibrating with energy, every fraction of my internal walls clenches in one massive spasm as they stretch to accommodate the width and length of the pulsating organ.
Jax groans loudly and makes a couple of experimental thrusts slowly while I unclench my toes and fingers one by one.
"Oh god." My brain feels like it's going to fry and it's only been seconds. Forcing my eyes open I look up at him and see him gritting his teeth tightly and realise that he's having just as much of a struggle as I am.
Wrapping my legs around him I feel my heel dig into his thigh, it can't be comfortable but he leans back into it slightly, his chest now clear of mine he twists his upper body and reattaches his mouth to my pulse point and starts sucking, each pulse of his mouth is timed with a gentle thrust of his hips and before long I'm clinging to his back, my finger nails digging into his shoulder muscles.
He doesn't make a sound of complaint but groans a little louder when I drag my nails down his spine, encouraged I do it again and his head snaps up, "Don't do that again." his eyes burn into mine and tell me a different story.
Deliberately locking my eyes on his I lift my hand and replace it at the top of his shoulder and run it as far down his back as I can reach.
His arms wrap around me, one under my shoulders and one around my waist as he starts moving faster, his head falls back into the crook of my neck and his mouth attaches back to my pulse point, which I am sure by now is angry and red but I couldn't care less. His hips are moving faster and more aggressively and within a few strokes I can feel my muscles start to clench, my eyes drift closed and I try and move with him, he's holding me so tight I can't move a muscle and, strangely, I don't mind.
Twisting my head to the side to open my neck up further I'm launched off the edge of a cliff when he suddenly bites down hard on my neck. Lights explode behind my eyelids and I can feel every muscle clench as an enormous orgasm breaks. Shuddering in his arms he doesn't stop moving, the rapid thrusting of his hips stimulating my clit piercing again and before I can catch my breath I'm falling again, dragging him with me. My brain registers him groaning loudly and my name falling from his lips like a mantra but all I can see is spots of light.
Minutes, maybe hours, later I eventually open my eyes and find him lying above me, smirking while running a finger over my neck. I wince slightly when he hits a sore patch and his smirk fades a little. Leaning up I capture his lips with mine and kiss him deeply. "Don't worry I'm great."
The smirk comes back and he moves down the bed slowly. "Oh, yes you are."
I vaguely note that he's gotten up, the clothes that were dumped on the floor are now in a pile and he's taken my shoes off, the blankets from his bed which had ended up on the floor are draped over us both and he's put on a pair of boxers, my mind idly wonders why when I'm bound to remove them later but I decide to let him have his modesty, though apparently I'm not going to be allowed the same.
Wrapping his arms round me he pulls me close and nuzzles his face into my hair before murmuring "Go to sleep."
Twisting my head up I kiss him lightly on the cheek, his goatee soft against my lips before I settle back into his embrace, resting my cheek on his shoulder and allow my brain to shut down.