CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN

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I pull the key from the front of my top where I'd tucked it into the invisible pocket of my corset and hand it to Jax. The door is unlocked and we're inside it while my brain is still trying to catch up. Any coherent thoughts melt the second Jax's mouth fastens to mine again, he lifts me off my feet and I feel him moving as we cross the room, expecting to be sat on the bed I'm surprised when he sits down and pulls me onto his lap again, the office chair sliding a little way across the floor.

Jax's fingers come to the top of the corset and catch on the first hook and eye, moving to undo it I giggle and pull my mouth away from his a fraction "It has a ribbon on the bottom of the back, undo it."

The ribbon is loosened and the entire thing relaxes, Jax pulls it from me and drops it on the desk behind him, barely pulling his hand off me for long, his palms skate up my sides and brush over my nipples, the metal bars moving slightly before his fingers drift around the puckered skin in slow circles.

I hook my arms under his and work on getting his belt undone; his Kutte and t-shirt don't need to be taken off for me to get what I want. His fingers move constantly while I struggle to get a grip on the leather of his belt, sighing in exasperation and moving backwards slightly, pulling my mouth away from his I look down and shake my head "I'm going to stand up for a second, mainly so I can take my skirt off before it gets caught and rips. When I'm done I expect your belt undone in the very least."

I get to my feet and belatedly kick my shoes off, undoing the buttons at the back and stepping out of it. The tiny black shorts I'd chosen to wear under it displayed to Jax as I turn to drop the skirt on the desk and he chuckles at the words 'Biker Bitch' written across my ass.

I turn back to him and shrug "I should have added 'Your' to the top, but oh well." My breath catches at the end of my sentence when I realise that while I've only taken off my skirt Jax has managed to remove his Kutte and shirt, undone his belt and the buttons of his jeans before sitting back down.

I climb back onto his lap, my legs either side of his as I straddle him, moving as close as I can and pressing my mouth to his in a slow kiss "Good boy."

Jax smiles against my lips and whispers "Do I get a reward?"

I nod "Of course."

My hand slides down his chest, over the ripples of his abs and my hand just fits through the sagging waist band of his jeans, pushing my hand down as far as I can in the material of his boxers where I start to gently caress the soft skin, the short wiry curls brushing my fingertips. My fingers drift across his skin while my other hand wraps around his neck and holds me in place, my mouth firmly attached to his, tongues sliding over in sweeping caresses.

The chair gives an ominous creak when I wiggle a little further back to give myself more room to move my hand. Moving my fingers further down they brush the steely hard length of his cock and the twitch the simple brush gets makes me smile against Jax's lips.

Wrapping my fingers around his skin I move my hand as much as I am able in the confined space I have, Jax's hands slide up my sides and cup my breasts, my nipples already slightly perky from the chill in the room form tight buds as he rubs them slowly, tweaking and flicking at random intervals.

One of his hands pulls away from my nipple, the roughened pads of his fingers scratching a trail down my stomach before a single finger slides into my pussy; I clench my internal muscles at the feeling and groan against Jax's mouth, my fingers tightening as his thumb brushes lightly over my clit.

I slide backwards off his legs, my mouth the last part of my body to leave his at his muffled complaint I crook my finger at him "Stand up."

Jax stands up and the amount I've relaxed his jeans becomes apparent when they fall to the ground and land with a thump. Pushing his boxers further down I giggle as pick his t-shirt up off the floor, flicking it over the wooden seat "Don't want you to get a splinter in your ass."

Jax winces and sits back down, the material of this shirt covering the chair. Climbing back onto his lap I can barely reach the ground with my tiptoes, but use the slight leverage I have to raise up high enough to reach between us, my fingers wrapping around his cock and guiding it towards my pussy, sliding down his length in one motion I can't stop the sigh that leaves me mouth. His cock fills the parts inside me that I didn't know were missing something, the feeling of complete fullness is almost overwhelming, but the emotional fire in his eyes when I meet his is what makes my breath catch in my throat.

Leaning forwards I whisper softly "I love you baby." before pressing my mouth to his.

Jax nods against my lips and his hands go to my hips, rocking me slowly in his lap. My inability to reach the ground becomes apparent when I can't control the movements at all, left sitting in his lap with his cock buried in me and I'm completely at his mercy for speed and depth of thrusts.

Our mouths break apart and Jax's drifts over my neck dropping a single gentle kiss on the almost normal looking skin his mouth latches onto one nipple as his hand moves from my hip to my other breast, his palm brushing over the point of my nipple before his fingers start flicking, tweaking, rolling the tight nub.

The slow sliding movements that Jax is using are making my brain short circuit, I'm incapable of making any logical sentence, the only words that my mouth can form are his name and the almost constant plea for him to speed up.

Each begging vocalisation for him to speed up is met with his tongue pointing and flicking my nipple rapidly, but the motions of his hips don't change. Leaning my head backwards and arching my back changes the angle his cock has inside me, the brushing pressure on my clit enough to make my orgasm creep closer. Jax keeps the slow movements till the pressure snaps and I moan his name as my muscles twitch around him.

Pulling his mouth off my nipple finally he moves his hand from my breast to my hair, tangling in the strands and pulling my head down so he can kiss me. The pressure in his lips and his tongue sliding over mine make me clench all my muscles again and he groans low in his throat.

He shuffles down to the edge of the seat and stands up, kicking his jeans and sneakers off before he steps towards the bed, his arm around my waist holding me close to his body as he kneels on the bed and move forwards, setting me on the mattress, my head landing on the pillows. His arm pulls out from under me and runs down my arm, lacing his fingers through mine he pulls my arm so my hand is above my head he starts thrusting slowly, almost a mirror of the rhythm he'd given me, his thrusts still deep and slow. He carefully pulls his other hand from under my head and copies the movement of his other hand, setting my hand beside the other one. One of his hands comes over and covers my both wrists, holding my arms above the pillow.

Once both my hands are above my head the thrusts speed up a little, the fact my hands are immobile puts a damper on the fact I'd like to run my hands over his skin, but moving my hips to meet each of his thrusts is enough for his breath to speed up and my blood to start pounding.

Our mouths stay latched together as the motion of his hips speeds up again, the slow controlled thrusts forgotten with the hard deep way his cock is sliding into me.

He pulls his head back suddenly inhaling several deep breaths before looking down, the need he has in his eyes is plain and my back arches as he thrusts, the slight difference is enough for him to hit my g-spot with repetitiveness that has my body shuddering under him within several seconds.

My breath catches almost violently when he thrusts particularly hard and at such a depth it sparks all my nerve endings to erupt. My face flushes and the heat is so much that my arms warm beside them. Another thrust of exactly the same force brings an almost screaming cry of his name as my world explodes into light. I barely feel the third thrust, but I do hear Jax's voice almost desperate in the way he tells me he loves me and needs me.

Several seconds later I come back to myself enough to twist my head, kissing Jax's forearm softly "I know baby, I need you to."

Jax blinks a few times, moving slowly off me and collapsing onto the bed at my side "I love you Darlin'. Just not sure if I tell you enough."

I giggle, turning onto my side and looking at him "Jax, you show me every day when you put up with me that you love me. I do like hearing it though, and I'm not going anywhere, I promise."

"Good." Jax slides his arm under my pillow and pulls me to his side, the blankets completely forgotten with the heat our bodies are currently expelling in the afterglow.

I start drifting off to sleep, just barely thinking about covers as the fog enfolds my brain. The murmured word "Covers" and waved arm at the blankets hopefully enough for him to realise what I mean.

AN: I'm curious; Where is everyone from? I'm from a town of less than 10 thousand people just outside Christchurch, New Zealand.