Walking towards the kitchen, I spot the heels I have been admiring all night. It only feels right to take them with me to the bedroom. When I return with our drinks and her heels, Soph sits on the bed, still naked, and smiles at me. Damn, she looks even better now than earlier. Her skin has a light sheen of sweat, which adds to the perfection of Sophia Kennedy.
I hand the water bottle over. She opens it and takes a long sip. I can only focus on her full lips on the bottle. Look at me having a one-track mind like I did back in high school. Shit, I can’t remember the last time I was this drunk in lust.
We drink our waters silently until I can’t take it any longer. I nudge her legs open with my knee. My condom-covered dick would love nothing more than push into her right this second.
“I can’t believe you’re still hard,” Soph mutters.
“Well, maybe we should do something about it then.”
She smiles coyly. “What do you suggest?”
“It’s time to see how I can discipline you for that sassy mouth of yours.”
“Tell me what you want me to do first,boss.”
Soph’s eyes darken, and she licks her lips. I bend down and kiss her roughly, just because I can. Her hand wraps around my stone-hard length as our tongues meet once again. She gives my cock a few pumps before I stop tasting her sexy mouth and tell her what I want to do with her next.
“Time to get that sweet ass of yours up towards the sky. I want to fuck you fast and hard from behind, making you feel every inch of me. My handprint will mark your skin after we finish.”
“Fuck me, that’s hot,” she says with a moan.
Soph gets into position and I have the most fantastic view of her body. I’ve always been an ass man and seeing hers like this is beyond my wildest dreams. Her body is waiting for me, so I take her heels from the floor and put them on her feet. I want those damn shoes to be the only thing she wears when I take her from behind. I grab the lube and add some to her opening and around my cock. She moans when my fingers stay on her heated skin.
“Are you ready, Soph?”
“Give it to me, Jax.”
And I do what she asks, enjoying her body before I get to the finish line myself.
15
JAX
Currently playing: This Life by Curtis Stigers, The Forest Rangers
Opening my eyes, I breathe in and out to calm my racing heart. It was only a dream—a nightmare from my past.
He can’t hurt you. Not anymore.He’s gone. Arnold is gone.
My entire body is covered in sweat, and I can feel the sheets wrapped tightly against me. I can’t move. But when I look at my clock, I see the time and groan. I barely got four hours of sleep and wish I had a day off to get my thoughts in order. At least I have a dinner planned with Ollie and Eli later today.
Wait…I went to bed with her, but Soph isn’t here.Fuck.
Even though I have left without saying a word before, it’s the first time it has happened to me. And I hate the feeling. I hate waking up alone after the night we shared. If I had known that sex with her would feel so mind-blowing, I would have suggested it way earlier.
Unwrapping the sheets, I notice that even after my nightmares, my dick is begging for attention at first thought of her. Wrapping my hand around it, I squeeze tight and feel my piercings against my palm. I remember how Soph reacted, knowing I’m pierced in more places than my earlobes, nipples, and tongue. Even thinking about her plump lips in an O-shape after finding out about my genital piercings makes me almost lose it.
With her on my mind, I get off quicker than I have in years. I feel like a teenager with my less-than-a-minute wank. It’s all thanks to a curly-haired vixen who keeps tempting me with those amazing brown eyes, beautifully colored skin, and snarky remarks. And let’s not forget that holy fucking amazing body.
After the version of Soph I saw last night, I must figure how to not think about her naked all the time. Having Soph around the shop today will not help. But I need her help with my paperwork and other tasks.
At least I don’t have any appointments today because we have a strict rule that tattoo artists can’t operate when overly tired or hungover. That’s why Rogue and Spade didn’t drink much last night, either. They’ve got customers coming in today. Nelly and Dom get to enjoy their hangovers in peace. But I still need to go to the shop and do admin stuff.
Arriving at the shop an hour later than expected, I’m not in a cheerful mood. There’s never enough parking space and driving takes longer with a car than riding Isla. She’s still getting fixed, and some spare parts take up to months to arrive.
I park my car in the alley behind the shop after another car leaves the area. Getting out, I try to find my key to the backdoor as it opens. Rogue is holding a cigarette between his lips, ready to light it up when he notices me. “Morning, boss. You look extra fresh this morning.”
“Zip it, Rogue. I haven’t had my second cup of joe yet and had a rough start this morning.”
