“Worth a shot.” I shrug. I grab the bowl of fruit to my side and swing it at him. His hand drops from my arm as he blocks the bowl and the fruit tumbles to the floor.
“You’re going to have to explain that to Emmett,” he says, completely unfazed. I’m losing control and panicking while he is cooler than a fucking cucumber.
I push off of him and bolt towards the stairs, but he catches me by the thighs and grabs onto me, stopping me dead in my tracks. I fall forward and catch myself on the tread as his hand slides down and wraps around my ankle and flips me over. My back arches around the stair, the riser holding me in place, preventing me from scooting away from the tower of a man lurching forward.
“Not so talkative now, are you?” He pushes my head to the side like it’s nothing.
I shake my head, breath panting, neck exposed.
I’m caught. There’s nowhere left for me to run, no punches to throw, nothing within grasp.
He crawls up my body, his knee positioned between my legs as his lips kiss my throat. I keep waiting for the beast to unleash his revenge, but he sucks on my fevered skin before nibbling gently.
I feel like this is the carrot and I’m a rabbit moseying into a trap.
“You’re mine.” His expression, the look in his eyes, robs me of my breath.
I nod, staring at him.
He presses his forehead to mine and breathes me in for a moment and then, like a switch is flipped, he’s back. “Now, to finish what we started.” He smiles.
He slides down my body, licking his tongue along my slick clit. My arousal is nearly gushing out of me all over the stair. Perhaps they have caution wet floor cone somewhere because they’re going to need it.
While he licks my clit, he inserts his fingers, bending them in that come-hither move, hitting on all the right spots. “Fuck, Jax.”
“That’s right. Come for me.” He continues to lick and pulse his tongue in as I come around it, my toes curling and my fists tightening in his hair. My body is reeling for this oh so glorious orgasm as my pussy continues to pulse.
“Now to fuck you, darling, so you can come around my cock.”
He grabs my arm and pulls me up into his chest and stands us up with ease. My legs instinctually wrap around him.
“Are you ok?” he whispers, carrying me effortlessly over to the counter, ignoring the bowl and the mess of fruit on the ground.
I lean forward and plant soft kisses under his jawline and suck his ear into my mouth, turned on by the low growl that resonates through his chest.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” He sits me on the edge of the kitchen counter and my legs fall from around his waist, but hang loosely. “Are you ready for me to…how did you say it? Suck your dick?”
I blush, “Fuck me, Jax.”
“Gladly.”
He slides me off the counter, turns me around so my breasts are pressed into the cold granite and runs his cock up between my legs, then presses in. Feelings of pleasure radiate through my body from my pussy like a unicorn riding a fucking rainbow train.
“Yes,” I moan out. I don’t fight him, I don’t press back into him, I just take what he has to give and God, it is good. The way he fills me. He pauses, wraps his arms around my chest and walks us over, my body impaled on his cock, to the dining room table. It’s lower, so I can hinge further over.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he grunts out. “I want more. I want it all.”
“You have me Jax.”
His hands run down both my arms and he interlaces his fingers within mine while he takes me from behind. Slow at first, savoring the feel, and then he picks up speed. The edge of the table bites into my hips, but I don’t dare fucking move. I need his cock in me like the trees need the sun. He pulls me back into him some, and off the edge of the table, a welcomed reprieve. I move our combined hands and press them into the table and push back into him. “Give me more,” I whimper.
He pauses and then punches into me, filling me deep. I let out a gasp of air, then match his thrusts, pushing back into him, sending him deeper inside of me. Faster and faster. Sweat is glistening on my chest, the table is rocking, making noises as it moves against the floor. It’s an enormous table that isn’t going anywhere far, but it’s moving. There’s no way it can’t with the pounding that is currently taking place in my pussy.
He’s getting so deep, his balls are smacking against my clit.
“Yes. Yes.” Another orgasm is coming, this time slower than the last, but still coming none the less.
His hand reaches down and he rubs my clit as he grinds his cock into me. “Oh. Oh.” Another string of sounds tumble out of my mouth, incoherent. “So close.”
