Tak: The A**hole Club Series

by Ivy Harper

  “Is that so?” I’d have to keep an eye out for them. No one else was allowed to enjoy Jazz’s company.

  “Now, let me go so I can open the door.”

  Reluctantly, I released her. She gave me her back as she went to unlock the door. I looked away from her and took in the view.

  The surrounding area had just enough lights here and there so I could see there was a great distance between Jazz’s cabin and the next. It occurred to me that land like this in Bridge Lake had to be pretty high-priced real estate.

  “What did you say your parents do again?” I asked out of curiosity, returning my gaze to her back.

  She paused in opening the door. “Nothing much, really. My father is in business and my mother, well you already know she passed away when I was in high school.”

  How the fuck could I have forgotten that? “Sorry.”

  “You don’t have to apologize.” She glanced back at me as she opened the door. “This place is actually my inheritance from my grandad. He and I spent a few summers out here when I was younger, it’s a nice place to think.”

  Together we entered the cabin. There were low lights on in the corners of the living room, giving the interior a warm cozy look that screamed Jazz to me.

  “How often do you come out here?”

  “A lot, especially before I got this job. That’s why I tend to keep this place fully stocked.”

  I walked over to the wall where there were black and white photographs. Not even one was of Jazz, unfortunately. I turned around to take in the entire living room. There was a fireplace and a large brown leather couch that sat opposite it. The wood flooring was covered by a large fall-colored rug.

  The kitchen was a few steps behind the large couch. A high kitchen counter separated the living room from the kitchen. Jazz walked into the kitchen and set her key on the counter.

  She bent down and removed her heels with a sigh of pleasure and tossed them into the corner of the living room.

  “Do you want some tea?”

  “Yeah,” I answered. The sight of her bending over had derailed my focus.

  She walked over to the sink and grabbed up a teakettle off the counter beside it and filled it with water before she set it on the stove top.

  She turned on the stove and then faced me. “Shouldn’t take too long. In the meantime, do you want to change out of your suit?” she asked as she walked from behind the counter. “I have some clothes in one of the guest room drawers. When my cousins come to visit, they always leave something behind.”

  It suddenly dawned on me that we were alone. I’d been waiting to have such a moment for so long. I watched as she ran her hands through her messy hair.

  I knew then if I didn’t take advantage of the situation, I’d never get another chance. Walking across the room, I grabbed her hand.

  “You didn’t answer my question last time.”

  She looked up at me in confusion. “What question?”

  “I told you I’d accept anything if you let me kiss you again.”

  “That’s not a question. That’s a statement.” She looked away from me.

  “Look at me.”

  She did and there was reluctance in her eyes. “I want an answer, Jazz. I’m saying I want you and we both know you want me. So why won’t you just put us both out of our misery and let me fuck you?”

  “Putting you out of your misery could cost me my job,” she answered.

  “Aren’t I worth more than a job to you?”

  The look in her eyes turned angry. She reached up and grabbed my tie and yanked. I stumbled forward. She raised her chin up so that her lips hovered near mine.

  “Let’s say I don’t give a shit about my job. Let’s say I do sleep with you. Can you honestly say it would be worth it? I’m not the type who enjoys one-night stands nor do I enjoy casual sex.”

  She leaned close, letting my tie go. A possessive look entering her eyes. I wouldn’t lie and say it didn’t turn me on.

  She continued. “If we fuck it’s because you’re planning on being mine. And I don’t let go of things I consider mine easily. So let me ask you once more, are you sure you want me that badly?”

  I swear, the minute she started talking all aggressively all my blood went straight to my dick. The only thing that would keep me from fucking her would be her own denial.

  I grabbed her chin and stared down into those pretty brown eyes. “You’re not the only one who has conditions. You’re mine and like you, I don’t like to share. I also like to have control.” I looked down at her lips, moving my hand from her chin to her throat. “Complete control. If you thought I was obnoxious when I was pursuing you, you’re not ready for what I’ll become now that you’re mine.”

  “What makes you think I’m afraid of that?”

  I flashed her a wicked smile. “That’s my girl.” I wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her closer. “Shit, Jazz, I don’t think I could want anyone else as much as I want you. Matter of fact, there won’t be anyone else. My dick’s picky, it doesn’t like to share either.”

  She lowered her lashes. “Don’t complain if I beat the shit out of a girl if she comes on to you.”

  “Back at you. Don’t get too angry when I fuck you in a closet because you said something to another guy,” I rebutted.

  After a beat of silence, she tried to wriggle out of my hold. “Are you going to let me go so I can take my clothes off?”

  “Let me think about it. It feels to good holding you in my arms,” I teased.

  After a few seconds, I reluctantly let her go.

  Her lips pursed. “I just want to make it clear. I didn’t bring you here for sex,” she said as she turned around and gave me her back. “Unzip me.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I felt like a fucking kid on my birthday. I grabbed the zipper that started at the middle of her back and pulled it down. I never knew how erotic it was to hear a dress being unzipped.

  I parted my lips as I saw the tattoo that graced her spine and ass. It didn’t start until the center of her back and moved down around her ass. The mystery of the peek of Ivy I’d seen before was now solved.

  The design was of a briar patch of roses with snakes intertwined in it. I released a whistle.

  “That’s a beautiful piece.” I leaned forward and bent to press my lips to the top rose.

  She released a small shudder. “Thanks.”

  Biting my bottom lip, I continued to enjoy unwrapping my prize. What made it even more enticing was that it was for me only. Ah shit, I could feel my own possessive needs stirring.

  Her beautiful skin was a warm almond color that complimented my own warm tone. Wordlessly, I continued trailing kisses down her back. My hypotheses had been right.

  Jazz was tasty all over. Fuck, I wasn’t sure how long I’d last. I should have just said fuck it and pulled her dress up and took her against the kitchen counter, but I wouldn’t.

  My Jazz deserved the couch because there was no fucking way we’d make it to a bed. Hell, if I’d had the time to plan, I would have built an altar so I could worship her on it.

  Once the zipper reached her ass, my heart rate increased. Her ass was perfect. Like perfectly rounded bubbles.

  “Damn, I don’t think I can take this slow.”

  She looked over her shoulder. “Who asked you to?”

  Jazz turned around fully facing me and removed her hands from her breasts. She pushed her dress down letting it hit the floor. She stepped out of the circle it made, brushing her chest against me, then pushed my suit jacket off.

  My jacket slipped from my shoulders and hit the ground. Jazz walked me backward, her nimble fingers undoing my shirt at the same time.

  “You’re not the only one who’s been waiting for this moment,” she whispered. She opened my shirt and trailed her fingers down my chest. The back of my legs hit the couch, stopping me in my tracks. She looked up at me. “Since we’ve decided to do this. Don’t make me wait any longer.”

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bsp; I pushed her hand away and picked her up. Her arms automatically wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist.

  “Damn, don’t complain later when you can’t walk,” I warned. I walked her around the couch. Holding her, I fell on it. She laughed as she pressed a kiss to my chin before she whispered in my ear.

  “I don’t want to be able to even move when you’re done.”

  Triggered, I escaped her arms and pulled my shirt off and released my buckle. Jazz didn’t hesitate to unzip my pants. Soon our skin was pressed against each other’s and her lips were on mine.

  I needed her more than I needed water, air, or even music. The sound of her breathing and the feel of her hands on my skin were more addictive than any drug I’d ever tried. I had never felt as free as I did when she was in my arms.

  Her hands brushed along my chest and around to my back, where her nails scraped against the hidden scars there that I earned long ago. Now a bird of prey and an honor to my brothers decorated it. I winced.

  She stopped, her eyes filling with worry. “Are you okay?”

  I brushed her off. “Old wound, it’s nothing.”

  She frowned. “Are you sure?”

  I rubbed my dick against the fabric-covered seam of her underwear. Both of us released sounds of pleasure. “Does that answer your question?”

  Before she could say anything, I reached up and grabbed the back of her head and brought her forward for another probing kiss. Our tongues dueled for dominance, but we both fucking knew who would win. I broke the kiss and peppered kisses down her chin to her neck.

  She panted as I dragged my freed hand down her chest to her sexy panties. Pushing my hand inside them, I then brushed my fingers along the lips of her sex and felt the juices of her pussy.

  I smiled against her neck as I drew them out. “Jazz, I want to taste it.”

  She pulled back and looked at me. My dick turned to rock at the bashful look she gave me. Shit, that was a hot contrast to her bold actions from earlier.

  I lifted my fingers that were still coated with her pussy juices and sucked on them. “This isn’t enough, you’re not planning on denying me, are you?”

  Her lashes fluttered. “What do you want me to do?”

  “Get up,” I ordered gruffly.

  We both moved so Jazz could stand over me, her feet on either side of my thighs on the couch. “Shit, it’s beautiful.”

  Her pussy juices had leaked through her underwear so now the fabric outlined her thick nether lips. I looked up at her and could see she was biting her lip. I lightly brushed my hands up her legs.

  “Don’t be nervous, love, it’s beautiful and it’s fucking drooling for my kiss.”

  With my right hand, I slipped her underwear to the side. With my other hand, I drew her closer and inhaled deeply. “How the fuck does it smell like strawberries? Fuck.”

  Without waiting for her to answer me, I buried my face in her sweet pussy. The taste coated my tongue and had my dick weeping. She dropped her hands to the back of my head as I licked along the lips of her pussy. I paused to suck her clit just to get her to grind against my face.

  “Tak, I… fuck.”

  She rolled her hips against my face like she was trying to fuck it. I grabbed her ass to pull her closer as I feasted on her delicious pussy.

  I’d tasted Twinkies, brownies, cookies and every sweet known to man. Jazz was better than every single one of them. I could hear her breathing growing strained as she tightened her hold on the back of my head.

  “Tak, I’m…Tak,” she called out my name as she leaned forward, her legs trembled slightly.

  I opened my mouth as more of her juices spilled out. I lapped up every drop of her as she orgasmed on my tongue. I drew back panting.

  Eating pussy had never felt like a full fuck before, but as she stood over me trembling, I was fully satisfied with my meal. She slowly lifted her leg and moved to the right of me and sat down beside me. Her chest was heaving.

  “Shit.”

  “Jazz, we’re not done yet,” I said. I stood up in front of her and grabbed my dick through my pants. “You still haven’t let him have a taste yet.”

  I pushed down my pants and stepped out of them, letting my dick free. Her eyes zeroed in on it. “What should we give him first? Your mouth or…” I looked pointedly at her pussy that was probably still rippling from my love and care.

  “How about this,” she said scooting forward. She placed a hand on my hip, a naughty smile coming to her lips. “Let me see if you’re just as sweet as those damn snacks you eat.”

  Before I could say another word she grabbed my length, opened her mouth wide, and swallowed it. “Shit.”

  My toes curled as she swallowed my cock down her hot throat. The pressure of her tongue against my tip was magic. She swirled it around and gave love to the slit.

  “Jazz, fuck, slow.”

  I choked on my tongue as she hollowed her cheeks and sucked. If I hadn’t seen her smile. I would swear she didn’t have any teeth.

  She deep-throated my dick like a champ and hummed. I pressed a hand to the back of her head.

  “Dammit, fuck. Suck me, shit.”

  Her mouth worked me up and down until I felt my legs go numb. She slurped as she released me and with a pop, my shaft left her mouth.

  “You should keep eating sweets,” she said as she licked her bottom lip. She wrapped her soft hand around my dick and started stroking it. “Come in my mouth,” she said, staring up at me. She swallowed me whole once more, dropping her hands to my thighs.

  I smirked. “As you wish, love.”

  I placed my hands on both sides of her face and started to fuck her mouth. She didn’t blink, her eyes holding only demand and hunger. Fuck, Jazz could never disappoint me.

  “Fuck, baby. Swallow every drop. Don’t let one fall,” I ordered and gritted my teeth as I shot my load into her mouth.

  My beautiful Jazz swallowed every bit of my seed like a motherfucking champ. I pulled out of her mouth and watched her smack her lips like she just drank a fucking latte.

  “Damn, Jazz.”

  I leaned down and kissed her, tasting both of us on her tongue. I felt like I could get drunk off our mingling flavors. Breaking the kiss, I knelt down in front of her. I trailed kisses down her neck to her chest and continued my devout journey downward until she released another deep-throated moan.

  Lifting my head, I grabbed her right breast and kneaded it, enjoying the silky-smooth texture of her skin. I leaned forward and caught her brown nipple between my teeth. Jazz released a pleasured mewl as she buried her hands in my hair, lifting her chest to my mouth.

  Swirling my tongue around it, I tortured the cute little thing until it was standing up. I released it and turned my attention to her left nipple until she pulled at my hair.

  “Enough, Tak, stop teasing me,” she panted, looking down at me with dazed eyes.

  I licked my lips. “Don’t tell me my lovely bodyguard can’t endure longer than this?”

  She glared down at me. I laughed, grabbing her by her waist. I lifted as I kicked off my shoes and joined her on the couch. I moved her so she was on her back. Shifting over her, I moved between her legs.

  “Love, you shouldn’t rush a masterpiece you know, but if you insist.” I leaned down and grabbed the top of the thong she wore and pulled.

  She lifted her hips so that I could get it down her shapely legs and off those ankles I planned to kiss later. Once it was fully off, I tossed it over my back not caring where it landed.

  “I better be able to find that when we’re done.”

  I ignored her as I grabbed both her legs and lifted them up. “Bring your knees to your chest and hold them there, love.”

  She frowned, but grabbed her legs, pulling her knees in, exposing everything to me. Her pussy lips glistened like jewels.

  “Look how wet you are, Jazzy. You’re damn near salivating for my dick. And here I thought you didn’t like me, I guess my first taste of it wasn’t
enough for you,” I teased as I looked up to find her glaring at me. “Tsk, let’s fix that expression of yours.”

  I leaned forward and gave her yummy-looking pussy a hard lick. Maybe that’s all I would do, eat her pussy until she couldn’t tell up from down. She released a small hiss as her head dropped back. I licked my lips, enjoying the taste of her juices on them.

  I’d always been the type to have seconds and since she was my new favorite snack there was no way I wasn’t going to indulge. I decided to go in for another taste as I pinned her leg with one hand and placed the other against her belly. This time she couldn’t grind with her legs pin to her chest, she could only enjoy the torture from my tongue. A thrill filled me from having the little firebrand held captive under my tongue.

  Jazz

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  I’d completely said fuck you to every fan rule I’d ever abided by. And I honestly couldn’t find a single fuck to give as I rode Tak’s tongue. I’d always wondered if he was good at anything other than singing and looking hot all the time.

  I’d just discovered his other talent, eating pussy. He had full control of me as he sucked and stimulated my clit. He released a small hum every once in a while as if he was enjoying one of the sugary snacks he hoarded.

  With his long fingers, he tapped out a beat on my stomach. I bit my lip as I felt the first white flames of my orgasm running through.

  “Ah,” I groaned as the walls of my pussy rippled.

  He grabbed my hips and lifted me higher as he continued slurping away at my core. “Shit, I think I’m a pussy eating man now,” he said as he set me back down.

  His intense stare burned into my skin. I felt like a plate that’d been licked clean. He smirked.

  The wings tatted on his chest drew my lazy gaze. He crawled up my body. “Don’t tell me your already tapped out, we’ve got a lot more to enjoy. I only ate you out twice.”

  Taking a deep breath, I let go of my legs, letting them fall. I pushed myself up. Tak grabbed my face and took my lips in a demanding kiss. He dove his tongue inside. I could taste everything that was Tak and my own essence in his mouth. I didn’t care about anything but feeling him some more. He’d become my obsession.