CHAPTER SIX
My legs are pressed into each side of Jax's thighs, the leather of the couch is cool against the rapidly heating skin on my shins, my hands are knotted in his hair pressed between the back of the couch and his scalp, tugging on the strands results in a groan that rumbles from his chest right up through his lips and into my mouth.
I lean back slightly, our lips almost separate but Jax moves forwards as I lean back, keeping the pressure. Letting go of his hair my hands travel down his back to the hem of his shirt which I tug upwards. Once it's at his shoulders our lips separate briefly, long enough for the shirt to be thrown over my shoulder. The crashing sound of it knocking something over is completely ignored as Jax runs his fingers up my sides, skimming the skin lightly and lifting my shirt over my head, my hair floating back down around us to form a thick sheet.
Our lips meet again, the rapid movements slowing slightly as skin on skin contact increases, the inferno that ignited between us in that split second increases, the only sounds in the room are heavy breathing and the occasional rustle of material.
Jax's hands run down my uncovered arms and come to rest on my hips before sliding around the front and quickly undoing the buttons at the top of my pants, the material relaxes but doesn't move at all. I shuffle backwards, barely setting my feet on the ground, taking just long enough for me to push my Capri's down my legs before I settle myself back on the couch.
Jax's jeans are rough against my legs, his KA-bar is still attached to his hip and I can't work out how to move it so that it doesn't press into my leg. "Ow." I mutter, the leather sheath pressing hard into my knee.
Jax moves backwards and looks down to where the brown leather is digging into the skin of my kneecap. "Stand up."
I get back to my feet, standing in front of him and watching through hooded eyelids as Jax undoes his belt and jeans in quick motions then lifts his hips and shoves them down his legs. His shoes and pants have barely cleared his feet when I move back onto the couch, my hands finding their place back in his hair. His hands run roughly over my back, the hard calluses from his garage work and the time spent assembling guns leave trails of scratched skin in their wake, his hands pause for barely a second as he undoes the clips of the back of my bra, it falling loose between us.
My hands come free from his hair long enough to pull it off one arm and let it fall down the other, landing in a pile beside him on the couch.
The intense need hasn't lessened and judging by Jax's erection that I can feel faintly throbbing against my leg he feels the same desire as I do. Jax's hips jerk up off the couch and I feel his hands pushing his boxers down his legs, they get caught briefly on my skin before I lean to a side to let him continue pushing them off.
He settles back on the couch and looks up at me, his eyes are barely opened but through the break I can see they're almost flickering with the desire in them. The only article of clothing separating us is the black sheer fabric. "Are you attached to these?" Jax asks roughly, plucking at the thin strap that wraps around my hip.
I start to shake my head but the realisation that if he destroys one he'll destroy them all shoots through my barely aware brain so I nod and hop to my feet, sliding the black and purple article down my legs and dropping it on top of the pile of discarded clothing.
Jax grabs my hands as I move back over him, my legs sliding over his and back onto the couch, the leather isn't cool anymore, it's hotter than my legs but the minute part of my brain which notices is quickly silenced when Jax leans forwards and pulls my nipple into his mouth.
"Fuck." The word comes out carried on a strangled moan as he sucks the bar through his teeth.
Jax chuckles, the vibration of his chest causing me to move a little on his lap, trailing one of my hands down his chest I tug on his hair as I drag my fingernail lightly over his nipple, the flat pebble catching just slightly. The chuckle fades to a low growl and he nibbles lightly on my nipple which is still in his mouth.
Running my hand further down I wrap my hand as far as I can around his cock and squeeze gently, his muscles tighten in response and he bites a little harder on the flesh trapped between his teeth.
Trailing a line of kisses across my chest he stops and nuzzles into my cleavage before pulling back a little and staring at the pale skin.
Several seconds pass in silence before I open my mouth, "Jax?"
"Shh, just picturing." He says, running his tongue over the soft skin between my breasts before continuing the path to the other nipple which has slightly puckered in the air.
My head falls forwards and my forehead rests on the top of his head as he licks and sucks lightly on the tightened flesh, through the curtain of my hair I can see the muscles in his back clenching and relaxing as he devotes his attention to the small part of my body that has him currently entertained.
My hand is still tightening softly and stroking slowly over his cock, moving to cover as much of the flesh as I can from the awkward angle my wrist is at.
Time stops having any influence on us, we're in our own bubble of moving hand and mouths, sighs, gasps and groans are the only noises either of us make for some period that I'm unable to process. I'm aware of the tightening of my muscles, the shallow breaths that seem to be all I am able to make, the slide of sweat down my spine, the smell of Jax's aftershave forming a cloud around me, his low groans and occasional sharp inhale.
Neither of our bodies have moved much, it's all been twitches of small muscles, slow precise movements of limbs and digits. Jax eventually pulls back from my chest with a soft pop and leans his head back onto the back of the couch glancing down to where my hand is still wrapped around his cock, the tip leaking slowly before looking back at me, his eyes are wide, the blue swirling n visible movement.
Leaning forwards I press my lips to his as I move my legs forwards on the couch, Jax swallows the sigh that I expel when I slowly lower myself over him, his cock sliding effortlessly through my lips and filling me completely.
Jax's legs tense as I move, rocking gently over him, the leather of the couch creaking with each movement makes me giggle a little, my giggle makes Jax loose the thread of control I realise he only had a faint hold on.
I'm hoisted into the air and then put on the couch before I'm aware of moving, the leather where Jax was sitting is hot under my back, the cooler spaces under me where neither of our skin was in contact with the leather are a welcome temperature given my blood feels like it's boiling in my veins.
Jax slides onto the couch between my thighs, using his knee he pushes one of my legs up; leaving the other foot on the floor he drives his cock straight into me, muffling my gasp with his lips as he fastens them to my mouth again.
His hips start moving rapidly, the hard and fast thrusting coupled with the pressure of his mouth make me lose my breath, yanking my head backwards I suck in huge lungful's of air while Jax fastens his mouth to my already bruised neck. Yanking on his hair his mouth comes free with a loud, wet pop.
"If you do that then I can't get tattooed there." I say, holding his hair tight enough that he can't move his mouth back to the darkened patch of skin his eyes are fixed on.
"But I like it. And you like it." Jax thrusts harder to prove his point and it works, my hand relaxes in his hair as my hips rise to meet his.
He head almost instantly ends up back between my head and my shoulder, but instead of latching his mouth to the area and sucking instead this time he seems content to rest his lips on the skin, occasionally sliding his tongue out and running it over the area.
The almost violent movement of his hips becomes gentler but erratic as the pressure gets harder on my neck, he's still managing to not suck or bite the bruised area, his tongue is making circles around the area, his breath coming in hot little puffs against the wet area causing the sparks of electricity which had been shooting under my skin to join together in one violent jolt that bends my spine so far backwards that I almost end up folded in half.
Every muscle in my body clenches tightly, my orgasm triggering Jax's, with a few more hard erratic thrusts he calls my name loudly before stiffening with then relaxing with a groan. His upper body starts to droop and he catches himself on his arms, pushing upwards and looking down at me, his hair falling around his face.
"Sorry." He says, pulling away slightly and allowing some cool air to fill the gap between us.
"What for?" I ask, slightly confused.
"It's gonna hurt when you get up." Jax chuckles, moving backwards, the sound of the leather sofa catching on his skin makes me grimace.
"Yes it will." I say, waiting till he's moved away and is standing at the arm of the couch. "1, 2, 3." As I say 3 I jump upwards, the skin of my back and thighs sticking to the couch. Standing between the coffee table and the couch my eyes meet Jax's. "Ouch."
Jax laughs, "Come on, let's get you in that shower that I seem to remember you saying you needed."