by N. K. Love
Sneaking my hand between us, I continue sucking his thumb and then take a firm hold of his balls, rubbing them against my palm. We both open our mouths and he moves his hand to the pillow beside my head.
“I want to taste you, Jax.”
“Is that right?”
I stroke up and down his length. He is so thick and hard. I rub my thumb over his crown, feeling the moisture gathered there. Pulling my hand to my mouth, I lick the top of my thumb, getting my first taste.
“Mm-huh.”
I start shuffling my body down the mattress and Jax walks his knees towards the pillow. Meeting in the middle, he straddles my face. His inner thighs are warm, and I smile when I smell the cocoa butter, which he moisturises with, from head to toe. My gorgeous creature of habit.
This is where my trust for him is imperative. This dominate position could easily make somebody feel vulnerable. But my hunger to be under the spell that’s ignited by his control, has me feeling powerful, not fragile.
I immediately reach around his hips and start working his cock in both hands. The flat of my tongue, licks over his balls. Tilting my head, I capture one in my mouth and start sucking. Dragging my mouth away slowly, I switch to the other side, choosing that moment to look up his long, ripped body.
He is facing the ceiling with his hands on top of his head and his elbows pointing outwards.
“Jesus, that’s so good, Angel. Fuuck.” Overlapping my hands with his, he slows me down and I pull my mouth away. “I need to fuck your mouth. Now!”
Dropping forward to splay his palms against the wall, he rocks away from me, giving enough room to negotiate my arms back in front of him. Instead of heading for my mouth, he angles himself between my breasts. I realise what he wants, so I take my breasts and hold them in place, leaving a perfect channel for him to slide his cock into. Rocking back and forth for a few strokes, I flick my tongue over his head and then leave my mouth open so that I can suck his crown on each thrust forward.
After another minute, I’m greedy to have him deep in my throat. I let go of my breasts and he follows my cue, adjusting his position.
“Put your arms above your head, Angel. This is all on me.”
Without question, I raise my arms, handing over complete control to him and he slowly glides his cock past my lips. Stretching my mouth, he gradually feeds me, inch by hard inch. Keeping his hands on the wall, he looks down into my eyes with his face partially cast in a shadow.
Rolling his hips back, he pulls all the way out and flashes a devilish grin at me. He repeats this action again and again, each time pushing a little bit deeper. When he reaches the back of my throat and pulls out, I know he will make me gag on the next thrust. I don’t just expect it, I crave it.
I want him to take my body to its limits and then stretch me just that but further, over into the realms of the unknown.
As expected, he pushes straight to the back of my throat, nudging and rubbing until I start to gag. But as he gets set to withdraw, I lift my head off the bed and keep him there, earning me a hissed out ‘Fuuuuck’ in the background.
Jax starts fucking my mouth at a leisurely pace, knowing my body and when I need to refill my lungs. I’m desperate to reach around and play with his balls, as they tap and tease my chin. He reaches down with one hand and works the base of his cock, which I can’t manage to swallow.
I imagine a bird’s eye view of what we’re doing. Plaiting my legs, I roll my hips and squeeze my thighs together tightly, feeling how wet this is making me. Jax has made me this way, defiant and naughty. Now I can happily express myself. Before him, I’d lost the desire to, and I had certainly never felt the kind of ache I feel when I want Jax. My need for him is almost painful.
His thrusts become shallow and so much faster. My stretched out lips vibrate around him as I moan for him to come. I know he’s close but rather than finishing, he pulls out quickly with a growl, as though his mind had just won a battle with his body.
Putting his hands under my armpits, he hoists me up. My worn out mouth stays open and he smirks, whilst dancing his fingers over my lips. Planting featherlike kisses over my mouth, he whispers, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Jax.”
“Sorry, Angel, but this is gonna be fast. You’ve damn near annihilated me.”
“It’s a good job I like it fast.”
On my last word, he sinks himself into me, with my arousal making it an effortlessly, fluid movement.
“God, Angel, when you’re so wet… I don’t just wanna fuck you. I wanna climb down and eat that pussy, tasting every last drop.”
“You can have me whenever you want me, G. I am yours, remember?”
“Yes… Yes, you are.”
Kneeling between my legs, he quickly grips my ankles and straightens my legs out in front of him. It’s like I’m giving him a massive peace sign! Although, after the pace he’s already established, I definitely won’t be coming in peace!
With his relentless rhythm, my head is now up against the headboard. Letting go of my breasts, I reach my hands back and give myself something to push off so that I’m able to meet his thrusts as best I can.
The pace alone is calling on my orgasm, teasing it from me. I know he is fit to explode in a heartbeat, but he’s managing to hold back for me, as I’m not quite there.
“Touch me, Jax.”
He immediately answers my plea, by resting one of my ankles on his shoulder and reaching down to work on my clit. Under his expert touch, I’m soon panting out jumbled words, getting louder and louder, crying out for him to come with me.
My orgasm crashes through me, sending waves of fulfilment outwards, to every part of my body. It’s intense, but heavenly. It’s like my pussy is the epicentre of some sort of devastatingly, delicious sexquake.
Jax slows his pace and gives me some deep, sensual thrusts. Stroking his cock in and out of me, whilst rotating his hips, has another orgasm hijacking my fuzzy brain.
“Again, Angel, again.”
Hitting the height of my second climax, Jax simultaneously comes with me. The sensation of his ejaculate filling me, stretches out my crazy ride on this badass Richter scale of orgasms, leaving me breathless.
Chapter Fifteen
Friday 12th June 2015
1:34am
We both freshened up in the bathroom, which is when I discovered I’d started my period early, so no round two tonight! Jax told me they have a promising lead they’re following up, which he seems confident about.
I fetch us a drink from the kitchen and head back to my bedroom.
“So, are these the perks of being a landlord?”
I dangle a large bunch of keys from the loop around my finger. He’d left them on the table by the front door.
“Don’t worry, B, you’re the only tenant that receives this kind of quality service.”
“Mmm. I’d better be… Are you not staying?”
Jax pulls on his boxers and picks up the rest of his clothes, which were piled together at the end of the bed, where he must’ve stripped.
“Beth… You know I can’t. I’d rather go whilst it’s still dark. I’ve parked half a mile away.”
I walk my naked, sated body over to him and take his tee out of his hands. I noticed he’d also got a sweater so he won’t need this as much as I do—some newly scented sniffing material!
“Well, if I can’t sleep with you, I’m at least having this.”
Pulling it over my head, I gather up some of the material of the oversized top and inhale it shamelessly. Mmm. Perfect. Forget sleeping tablets, this is all I need—unwashed clothing from the man who stole my heart.
“B, don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not. I promise.” Shaking out the bed covers, I lay them flat on the bed and fold them back. Then I climb on top without pulling them over me because my body is still running off its own heat. “I just can’t stand the thought that somebody is hunting for you—”
“Hey.” He
interrupts, looking offended. “I am the hunter, not the hunted! I always get what I want. Don’t ever forget that, Angel.”
Jax talks with such confidence, I can’t help but be reassured. He is right. If he’s not worried, then I’m not going to let myself be a negative influence on him. He has never given me reason to question his credibility.
“You’re right… Now, what’s a girl gotta do to get a goodnight kiss around here?”
I snuggle into a comfortable position on my side as Jax drops his clothes at his feet and crouches down bringing his nose to mine, rubbing them together, left and right. He kisses my lips sweetly, lingering in a way that is laced with an undeniable love. If I wasn’t lying down, he’d be having to hold me up.
“I need to give you something to keep hold of.” He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans on the floor, pulling out a white envelope. “This is the most important wish. I wish that you will leave this envelope sealed.” He grabs my book off the side table, slides the envelope inside the back cover and puts the book back neatly. Looking back at my bemused expression, he smiles briefly. “Angel, if anything ever happens to me, you can open it then—but only then.”
“Jax, don’t—”
“Do you understand?”
He interrupts and I know not to press him. But, surely the fact that he is doing this, completely betrays his confidence from a minute ago.
“Okay, if that’s what you want. I trust you. Wish granted.” I manage a small smile and try my best to bat away the possibility of me ever opening that goddam envelope. Does he even realise how much it’s going to haunt me now?
“It’s just a precaution, Beth. One that we won’t need. Alas, I pride myself in being a very thorough man…”
With an arch of his brow and a sexy lick of his lips, Jax tries earnestly to lighten the mood before he leaves—but fails miserably.
“Goodnight, Jax.” I whisper, trying and failing to keep the disappointment from my voice.
“Goodnight, Angel.”
“Stay safe and keep in touch, somehow.”
“I’ll see you this weekend, I promise. Maybe even tonight if we sort this shit out today. You could come to mine… Or we could take a drive out somewhere and stay over—”
Transforming my disappointment to excitement, my genuine smile grows at the prospect of putting all of this behind us and getting back to being us—utterly us.
“Really? That’d be perfect.”
I snuggle into my pillow, with my smile in full swing and he brings his forehead to mine. With an exaggerated huff, he shakes his head, but I spot his boyish smile sneaking past his pursed lips.
“You’re too irresistible, do you know that?” In a swift, skilful manoeuvre, he’s flipped over my body and is now lying down behind me. “I’ll stay until you fall to sleep, Angel.”
This man of mine.
“I love you, Jaxson Carter.”
“I love you, Bethany Taylor.”
Brushing my hair away, exposing my neck to kiss me tenderly, he sends a ripple of goosebumps all over me.
“Mmm… Tickle my back, please.”
I’m not sure how he translated my mumble, as I barely opened my mouth. But he obviously heard as his fingers begin their masterful seduction. He walks his two fingers up my spine slowly, as though he is stepping along the ivory keys of a piano, lulling me to sleep. Having the desired effect, I murmur my gratification from my new comatose state.
He whispers goodnight again and pulls me back a few inches until my body is flush against his front, secure in his solid embrace.
I take a sleepy minute to reflect. Jax wants Samara to pay for knocking Chloe over and not stopping to help. He left her to die and he’s been running ever since. He should pay for his crime. Justice hasn’t been served. So why did I make such a big deal of that in the beginning. In comparison, the realisation of somebody threatening Jax’s life—now that is a big deal.
It doesn’t take much longer for my tiredness to join forces with Jax’s hypnotic touch, as he continues to stroke his fingertips up and down the side of my body. Handing the baton of bliss from my vagina to my head, sleep takes over.
6:39pm
Jax
Bingo! Fahim Samara—I’m coming for you.
Brian came up trumps with the footage from his CCTV. He spotted the same vehicle driving by shortly after me on three separate occasions. The third time was the day my brakes were messed with. It didn’t take long for me to trace to car back to a rental company. I accessed their database and found it was leased out to a Mr A Ramas. It took a minute or two to click, but the second it dawned on me, I was elated.
I was long overdue a break in this mindfuck of an investigation and not only had I obtained confirmation that it’s Samara—or at least the gang he’s affiliated with—but I had a fucking address. The first thing I did was to check it against the address Beth gave me, where she went. Low and behold, 11 fucking D it was!
With my adrenalin spiked, I was itching to jump in the car there and then, to go and tear up the place. For the first time amongst this chaos, I was feeling ahead of the game. But Carmel talked some sense into me. She suggested for me to go to the gym, just in case he had eyes there. That would keep me out of the loop, giving two of her trusted men chance for a surprise ambush on that apartment.
We acted fast and it paid off. Fair enough, they didn’t find Samara, but I’ll still deem the plan a success. This time around, I knew which car to look out for and sure enough, it picked me up from a layby a mile away from the gym. I resisted the temptation to slam on my brakes and fucking deal with those pussies myself—but I want Samara, not his scumbag gang minions, they’ll keep, for now.
I occupied myself at the gym for a few hours. I had a quick workout and then chilled out in Craig’s office catching up with him until I got a call to say they were done. Turned out the apartment was empty, and so they discreetly swept the rooms, finding two Albanian addresses.
That was my next break! But the final break came when they took a random SIM card from off the side and a laptop that was hidden under a mattress. I raced home, making sure to lose the tail, and grabbed my laptop and some other bits. Then I sped over to meet Carmel at one of her properties about forty miles away.
After trawling the SIM card and hacking into their laptop, I intercepted messages and emails, which were exactly what I needed.
We learned that they haven’t managed to trace my home address. So they’ve relied on the gym as a base to track me as best they can. It also confirmed that the person orchestrating this was doing so from Albania. There were a few photos of me too, all taken outside of the gym. Finally, there was a mention of getting his hands on my money—yeah, good luck with that one you fucking idiots!
But it was the information that wasn’t there that made me the most relieved. There was no mention of Beth whatsoever. Knowing that she’s not at risk gave me even more determination to crack this thing wide open.
With most of my research from past cases with the Unit, once you get one break, it usually triggers a snowball effect. Today, everything swiftly fitted into place and with confirmation that Samara was still in Albania, it is extremely likely that he’s residing at one of those two addresses.
Adrenalin was pumping through my veins so fast I couldn’t focus on anything else except coming face to face with this motherfucker.
Feeling much more confident about the whole situation, my natural state fell to thoughts of my girl. Last night made up a little for our time apart this week, but now I can’t wait to get my hands on her again in some celebratory sex—the kind that leaves you completely zapped of energy and coherent thoughts. I could really benefit from a break from all this shit and getting lost in Beth, is the only answer.
Chapter Sixteen
7:28pm
Beth
I told you not to worry. It’s all sorted! Wanna come over and help me celebrate?
Really, really? Of course I do! I’ll be there ASAP. Need me 2 bri
ng anything? x
Clothes are optional.
Where’s the fun in that? I enjoy the unwrapping too much ;-) See you soon, handsome x
Well, actually, he won’t be completely unwrapping me for a couple of days. That doesn't mean we can't fool around beforehand.
Miss Sensible shoves Miss Alter Ego out of the way and echoes the most important thing; it sounds like I’ll be arriving to hear some good news. I’m intrigued to hear the details of what’s unraveled since he snuck out of my apartment in the early hours of this morning.
