I look down and see a wet spot spreading across the dark denim of his jeans.
“Came when you did,” he tells me, no shame in his voice.
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “I hate you so fucking much, do you know that?”
He nods, but his hands are already moving, lifting my dress over my head.
His mouth finds my nipple, and he doesn’t just kiss it, he’s drawing it out with his tongue, teasing, biting, then soothing the sting until I’m arching against him, my hands fisted in his hair.
Time blurs, lost in the heat of his mouth and the hard press of his body against mine until I can feel him against my thigh.
“Thought you were done,” I say, my voice nervous, almost begging for more.
“Not even close,” he says as he unzips his pants. I move sideways for him to pull them down. His cock is thick and hard again, jutting out from his body, a bead of moisture already glistening at the tip. “Can I make you cum again?” he asks, and Iwatch him stroke his dick, his hand moving slowly up and down the shaft.
It’s my turn to experiment and test. I lower myself to him, kneeling between his legs, and bring his dick to my mouth. It’s my first time, and I won’t lie,this is hard.I nearly gag trying to fit him all in, and I don’t think it’s a lack of practice but rather the sheer size of him that makes it difficult.
I move slow, trying to be careful not to hurt him with my teeth, but his hand is on my head, his fingers tangling in my hair, and he’s needy, his hips rocking slightly. I suck and lick, my confidence growing with every one of his low groans, until he tells me, his voice strained, “I want to cum in your pussy… come here.”
I move higher, straddling him again. When he pushes himself inside, it’s a slow, deep stretch that makes us both groan. I sink down onto him, taking him all in, and for a moment, we just stay like that, connected, our foreheads pressed together, the world outside this couch ceasing to exist.
“Jax,” I say, feeling the rush of alcohol and lust taking over, “I want you to fuck me.”
He looks up at me. “Yeah?” He licks a slow, hot path up my neck.
“And not like the other times,” I say, and he pulls back to look at me, his gaze curious and questioning.
“What are you saying?”
“Don’t be… careful, make me forget, I want…” I bite back, the words a challenge.
“Tell me,” he pushes as he touches my breast.
“I think I want to know what rougher feels like.”
In one fluid, powerful motion, he lifts me off his lap and stands, turning me around. His hand presses firmly on my upper back, bending me over the arm of the couch. My cheek presses into the rough fabric of a throw pillow.
“Say scotch again if you need me to stop,” he tells me.
“Okay,” I breathe.
“Bite the pillow, rabbit,” he orders.
I obey, my teeth sinking into the cotton just as he’s on me. He kicks my legs apart with his own, and then he’s pushing into me from behind. It hurts the first couple thrusts, a sharp, stretching burn that makes me cry out into the pillow. But then my body softens around him, yielding to his size, and he fucks me alright. He’s hard and big, hitting places I didn’t know existed, each thrust a deep, possessive claim that robs me of breath and thought. It’s rough and it’s exactly what I asked for.
We’re both lost in it, a frantic, desperate rhythm, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the small room. I can feel it building again, that impossible tension coiling deep in my stomach. His grip on my hips tightens, his thrusts becoming erratic, more forceful.
I’m not sure how, but I swear my lamp decides now is the time to start flickering wildly. And just when I think I couldn't be any more on edge, the lamp tumbles down completely. The sound and the unexpected moment sends a spike of pure fear cutting through the pleasure. I don’t understand what’s happening, but the untamed energy coming off Jax is undeniable. It’s like he’s losing control, and the room is losing it with him.
My pussy clamps down around him, a hard, convulsive spasm that rips a scream from my throat. I feel him jerk inside me, his own release a hot, powerful flood as he groans my name.
We orgasm together, a violent, shattering wave that leaves us both shaking and breathless, clinging to each other in the aftermath.
He slowly pulls out, and a sudden, overwhelming vulnerability washes over me. I’m not sure if I want to hide my face in the couch cushions or turn and demand that he neverleave me again. Before I can make up my mind, he’s walking away toward my bathroom.
I do end up groaning into the pillow, murmuring, “Stupid, stupid,” but he startles me with his voice. “Do you need a moment for whatever this is?” He points at me with a towel.
I try to fix myself, my hands trembling as I smooth down the pillow.
