Between taking care of Lucien, trying to run the house and get it back into the shape it once was in and trying to find the missing girl, Adeline, I'm surprised Jax has any time whatsoever for me.
And it's not like I deserve his attention. I'm just an intruder, someone who popped up unexpectedly in his life…and at the worst time possible. But Jax never makes me feel that way. In fact, he makes me feel the exact opposite. He makes me feel wanted. And that's something I've never experienced before.
I work his back muscles until he eventually begins to relax and loosen up. "How does that feel?" I whisper.
He groans loudly in response, and it makes me smile.
We haven't had sex since that night outside after our date, and I'm suddenly feeling very ravenous.
I continue to rub his muscular back, enjoying the feel of him under me. I lean forward and nip at his ear before dragging my teeth down his neck. He shudders under me.
"Turn over," I tell him as I climb off, giving him room to turn over onto his back. His muscular chest rises and falls rapidly as he stares up at me. And given the evidence of his arousal pressing up against his zipper, I would say the massage turned him on just as much as it did me.
After unzipping and unbuttoning his pants, I grab the waistbands of his pants and boxer briefs and pull them down over his hips. His erection bobs free up towards his stomach, and my mouth practically waters at the sight. He's so long and thick and perfect.
I take my nails and rake them gently up and down his muscular thighs as his cock jumps and grows even thicker between us.
"I don't remember this part of the last massage I had. I think I got ripped off," he groans as I wrap my hand around his thick cock.
I stroke him and watch as a bead of pre-cum surfaces on the tip. Running my tongue over the salty drop, I relish in the growl that escapes the back of his throat.
Rocking back on my knees, I quickly strip out of my t-shirt and bra and pull my skirt up, revealing no panties underneath.
"Naughty girl," he remarks, swallowing hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his strong throat.
Straddling his hips, I run my wet slit up and down his rigid length, coating him in my arousal. I'm so wet for him.
"Fuck, Katya," he moans. " Pants. Pocket. Condom," he says, reduced to one-word sentences.
I reach into his pocket and pull out the gold foil wrapper. Tearing it open, I pull out the condom and slip it down over his erection.
He lines himself up with my throbbing slit and impales me on his hard cock, filling me inch by glorious inch. I stare down at him, and the desire in his eyes makes my sex clench.
"Ride me, Katya," Jax rasps out.
With my velvety folds wrapped around his shaft, I rise up slowly and lower myself even slower. The desperate look on his face makes me shudder. I'm in control now, and I freaking love it.
I continue to ride him slow, taking every inch of him and deliberately driving him insane.
Not being able to take any more of my torturous rhythm, Jax grabs my hips in a bruising grip and pulls me down, burying himself until he's fully seated inside of me. He cries out in anguish.
Then, he pulls me down towards him, keeping his hands locked around my waist. He pumps into me, establishing his own rhythm now and taking what he wants. His teeth scrape against my throat as he growls against my skin.
"Kiss me," he demands.
Our lips meet in a hot, demanding kiss as he pumps into me over and over again. He kisses me hungrily like he's starving for me. And maybe deep down we both are. I think we've both been starving for this kind of connection for a very long time.
I meet him thrust for thrust, bouncing down as he pistons his hips upwards, and a rush of pleasure sweeps through me all the way down to my core.
Jax slams me to him one final time, finally finding his release, and I fracture right along with him.
I cry out his name as I collapse in his arms, shuddering against him as the orgasm overtakes my mind, body and soul.
His hot breath skims across my cheek as we hold onto each other, trying to calm our racing heartbeats.
And then, all too soon, I'm pulling away from him. I love the unspoken connection we share when we're together, but it's so powerful that it frightens me.
I glance over at Jax beside me, and he has a satisfied grin on his face. I can't help but smile.
