Hello my readers, here's a brand new chapter! This is a lighter chapter. Smut Warning! I hope you enjoy!
Jax kicked open the door, pulling the lightbulb's string freely dangling right above our heads.
Once the light brightened up the dark and mildly damp room, I closed the door, not realizing it did not remain closed against its frame like it should.
"Oh, a maintenance closet... how romantic," I teased before wrapping my hand around his neck, pulling him to me for an overdue lip lock.
Jax turned my body, guiding me backwards until my back touched the closest wall.
He broke free from my grip and lips, taking a long pull from the self-rolled joint that I had no idea was joining us.
"Really?"
As he was about to respond, I removed the joint from in between his long fingers, taking a drag myself.
"So, are you gonna fuck me or not?," I asked, slowly blowing the joint's smoke in his face.
He smiled devilishly, dropping to his knees.
His large ringed hands shifted my dress upwards, yanking my moist panties from my hips, swiftly gliding it down my freshly shaven legs.
I slowly stepped out of the lacey undergarment, kicking it to the side the second they draped over my pumps.
He moved closer to me, lifting my right leg up over his shoulder.
I set my free hand which was the right one against the back of his head, bringing his eager mouth closer to me.
Without warning, Jax lifted my left leg on his other shoulder, having me balance my entire weight on his upper body.
"Jesus Christ," I breathed, releasing the back of his head to grab at the wall behind me to steady myself.
Jax's beautiful blues looked up at me.
"I got you, darlin'. Just hold onto me."
I nodded, returning my hand to the back of his head.
Once my hand went to its original position, his mouth latched onto me.
My head fell back onto the wall, my mouth letting out a fierce cry.
"Fuck Jax..."
My fingers curled around the ends of his blonde locks, gently pulling in rhythm with each flick of his sinful tongue.
I lifted my head from the wall, discovering the door was halfway open.
My clouded eyes managed to spot several croweaters and porn stars enjoying the maintenance closet sex show.
Any other time, I would feel a type of way having an audience watching me in the throes of passion with my husband.
Sure, I enjoyed the risk of being caught.
But, this was definitely a new one for me.
This could have been the result from the weed, but I couldn't lie, those women who were all over my husband only minutes ago now watching him go down on me with such enthusiasm was making me wetter and wetter with each passing second.
My eyes dropped back down to Jax who was now slowly moving my hips, having me fuck his greedy mouth.
I brought the joint back to my mouth, in desperate need for another pull.
Each puff was making me more and more bold, and I fucking loved it.
"That's it, baby," I whispered, feeling his long beard tickle me even deeper within my walls.
Before I knew it, I finished off Jax's joint, dropping the burnt-out butt inches away from us.
My orgasm was ready to make itself known.
My legs began to shake, causing Jax's fingertips to dig further into my skin.
"Uh...Uh...Jax.."
I don't know how it was humanly possible, but he slipped his tongue deeper in me.
"Jax!"
My chest was rising up and down at an alarming rate as my mind-blowing orgasm possessed my body.
Being the naughty man he is, Jax's mouth continued its heavenly work, creating a deep moan in his throat that made its way to my throbbing pussy.
After a good four minutes post orgasm, Jax pulled away from my wet mound, his face and beard revealing a slick appearance from my come.
"You plan on setting up camp down there, Teller?", I asked, keeping my legs on his strong shoulders.
His eyes locked onto mine while he ran his hands up and down my legs.
"And if I say yes?," he smiled giving my swollen clit a light lick, causing my body to jerk forward.
"I'd say have at it," I replied, readjusting my grip on my husband.
The Next Morning:
I woke up, finding myself naked laying on Jax's bare stomach.
To prevent waking him, I slowly sat up and looked at my current surroundings.
We are at Gemma's house, all laid up in her guest room.
When the fuck did we come back to Gemma's?
I couldn't remember shit.
I quietly and carefully got out of the disheveled bed, suddenly feeling severe discomfort on my entire back.
My unsteady legs successfully brought me over to the dresser's mirror and I got a good look at my hellish appearance.
Makeup smeared and hair in every fucking direction.
I turned my naked body, getting a glimpse of my back.
"Holy shit," I whispered to myself.
My entire back and ass was coated in good 'ol fashion rug burn.
I looked around the room, discovering my suitcase was not in the room with us.
Fuck, I have no clothes of my own in here.
I opened the closed bedroom door, finding my dress and each article of clothing that produced Jax's outfit yesterday creating a trail to Gemma's back door.
I couldn't be sure if Gemma was out in the kitchen, enjoying some morning coffee, so I grabbed my dress and slid it back on until I can get my hands on my suitcase.
Once my dress was officially back on my body, I slithered my way out of the guest room, closing the door behind me.
The longer I stared at the trail of Jax's discarded clothing, the more vivid the memory of us going at it right here on the hallway's floor became.
Disregarding the pain radiating from my back and ass, I began picking up Jax's clothing until I reached his white sneakers that were strewn in the kitchen.
The kitchen table was shifted nearly a foot away from its usual spot.
Wow.
What the fuck, Julia?
You and your husband did a number on your other in law's house.
I left the table where it was and put on a pot of coffee.
As the pot of coffee began to brew, I snatched up a nearby glass that was on the black over the sink's rack, putting the tall glass underneath the now running faucet.
Once the glass was filled to its literal rim, I turned off the faucet, downing the glass of water in record time.
The back door was unlocked and opened with Gemma looking just as hellish as I did.
"Good morning."
Mornin'. Not so sure it's good. My head feels like it's trying to fucking split in half," I stated, putting the glass into the empty sink.
"Understandable, considering what you both did at the porn warehouse and here I see," she replied, entering her home to fix her moved table.
"Yeah...sorry about that," I grimaced, pulling a couple coffee mugs from a nearby box marked kitchen that Gemma didn't unpack yet.
She flashed me a weak smile.
"It's okay," Gemma reassured, taking a seat at the table.
"No offense Gem, but you look as worse as me. Result of the party last night?"
"No. I actually left the party the moment my son took you into a maintenance closet."
Oh, thank God.
"Oh, then where did you disappear to?"
"I was with someone."
I smiled wide, taking a seat next to Gemma.
"Oh? Who? You can tell me."
"Get me some coffee and I'll share."
"Sure, just as long as you have some type of pain reliever on you."
Gemma removed her purse from her shoulder, sliding a medium sized bottle of Advil from her multi pocketed accessory.
"Let me get you that coffee."
I hope you enjoyed the chapter! Off to work on updating the Crow Next Door!