Bitter

by S. L. Romines

  My hands immediately snake around his neck, pulling him towards my face. I look into his eyes and an easy calm courses through my veins as he smiles up at me, that smile that gets me every time.

  “You’re gorgeous,” Jax says, and I bring my hand down the side of his face, and slowly trail my fingers against his cheek. “I could so easily fade into you.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  As the words, or a challenge really, leave my lips the sky begins to crackle and a loud boom sounds above us. Small, cold droplets of water pellet along my bare skin and the sensation cause my nipples to harden.

  Without letting his eyes leave mine, Jax lightly presses his palm against my throat, winding his fingers around the side of my neck, and lifting my head up so that my lips meet his in a searing kiss. His tongue trails across my parted lips, taking in every groove and every line until his mouth encompasses mine. The kiss is lingering, yet full of so much emotion. For a moment, tears begin to prickle behind my closed eyelids.

  “Look at me, Vivian.”

  I fight the urge to do as he asks and continue to keep my eyes screwed shut. I can’t look at him. I know he’s going to say something that will probably make my heart wind into a twisted ball of pain.

  “Vivian?” I feel Jax’s hand over my heart and I want to scream out for him to shut the fuck up. “Please look at me.”

  I take a deep breath and reluctantly open my eyes. I’m assaulted by Jax’s sweet smile, the kind that could melt a thousand hearts and light a small village on fire. He is positively the most beautiful man I have ever laid eyes on, and in this light, he is the epitome of perfection. And it’s fucking breaking my heart to know that this will be the last time we are together.

  “Please don’t say anything, Jax,” I plead because I really can’t deal with his mushy, cushy shit right about now. “Don’t ruin this.”

  Jax slowly nods his head, looks up at me and places a chaste kiss on my lips. The kiss is so innocent and full of unspoken feeling that it nearly crushes me at the core.

  “I need to, Vivian.”

  Wanting to stop him, I slip both of my hands on either side of his head and pull him into another explosive kiss. I give him everything in that kiss; all of me. I purposely pull his bottom lip in between my teeth, grazing it with achingly slow purpose. His deep groan is my fucking undoing.

  “Lay down,” I demand, not waiting for a reply, just wanting him to get on his back so that I can ride him into oblivion.

  “Baby, I…”

  “Lay down, Jax.” My voice is gruff and my tone is urgent. There are so many things that I want to say to him, hear him say to me, but I can’t and I won’t. Right now I need to feel him deep inside of me, filling every inch of my walls until I come all around him, show him exactly what he’s doing to me this very moment. “I’m going to fuck you, Jaxon.”

  A slow, wicked smile spreads across his face. Sexy fucker.

  In seconds, he’s on his back, as the rain continues to trickle from the sky. I crawl up to my knees and hover over his face. He smiles again. Leaning in, I place a kiss on his lips and whisper, “Don’t fall in love with me, okay? Promise?”

  A low throaty chuckle bubbles from his mouth and he takes my face into his palms and kisses my lips. “I plead the fifth.”

  And with that I slowly make my way backward, swaying my hips as I go, parking myself right over his covered cock. My mouth waters at the thought of finally having Jax slide down my throat.

  I breathe in deep and begin to unzip his pants, peeling back the denim. My fingers trace lazy circles just above his shaft just before I slide my hand down his boxers and gently grip his thick cock in my palm. Psychotic little butterflies dance around inside my belly in anticipation as I release him from the confines of the fabric. A moan claws its way up the back of my throat when I take in his impressive length.

  “You don’t have to, you know,” Jax says under hooded lids.

  “Fuck that.” I wink and then slide the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip. There is no fucking way in hell that I am not going to feel him inside my mouth. “You better find something to hold on to.”

  As I dip my head and bring my lips close to the tip of his cock, my head jerks back and off to the side. My mouth drops open when Jax’s abs flex as he lifts his torso up and meets my lips with his own dangerously close.

  “Is this good enough?” He asks, yanking on a handful of my hair. He swipes the tip of his tongue across the corner of my mouth. “Or, I could find something else to hold onto. I bet that sweet, wet pussy of yours wouldn’t mind, would it?”

  My body shudders, and I immediately want to devour every inch of him.

  “I don’t care what you hold on to,” I tell him, trying to press my lips closer to his wanting to feel his mouth against mine.

  But Jax has other ideas…

  With another swift pull of my hair, my head jerks back once again as an audible groan claws its way up my throat, letting him know my obvious excitement.

  “That’s right, baby. You like that don’t you?”

  That one question lights a blazing fire under my ass. “Yeah,” I reply, pursing my lips. “Now let go of my fucking hair so I can show you how much.”

  The side of Jax’s mouth lifts in a twisted little grin. He slowly releases the grip he has on my hair and places his hands behind his head.

  “Well?” He shrugs his shoulders, lifting an inquisitive brow. “Are you going to suck my cock or not?”

  Bastard.

  I take it as a challenge as I grip his shaft firmly in my palm and slowly run my tongue across the slit. Jax’s sharp intake of breath encourages me to continue. I flick my tongue in quick succession and am rewarded with a low, gruff moan.

  “Damn, Vivian.”

  My tongue makes another pass before I wrap my lips around the head of his cock finally sinking my mouth all the way to the base. Jax’s cock twitches, knocking against the back of my throat, another twinge of encouragement rips through my veins.

  With Jax’s cock still sitting at the back of my throat, I bob my head over it once, twice, three times, before I release him with a loud pop. I wrap my hand around the shaft and lift up to hover over his beautiful body.

  “If you’re going to challenge me, Jax, I’ll take you up on it. Always,” I say, lowering my head and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. It makes my nipples pebble to the point of pain when he sucks my tongue into his mouth just knowing that a few moments earlier I had him buried deep in my throat. I pull back out of breath. “But just be sure you know what you’re asking for. You may or may not like the outcome. I may just have to break out the gag balls and duct tape.”

  Apparently, judging by Jax’s expression, I’ve struck a nerve. In a matter of moments, I’m surprised to the point of yelping, when I’m thrust onto Jax’s lap. His hard cock twitching against my pussy causes my skin to prickle with goosebumps, and all I want him to do is fuck me into oblivion under the now steady spray of rain. And since this is going to be our last time together, I want to go out with a loud bang.

  Jax’s hands sit firmly on hips as he lifts his pelvis, effectively pressing his cock against my slit. I smile in acknowledgment, lift myself a fraction, and slowly lower myself down around him. Just having him slowly fill me sends me into a state of euphoria, something he’s already made all too familiar to me.

  I close my eyes and take in every sensation, emotion, and feeling he’s inflicting on me.

  “I want to watch you fuck me.” Jax slowly presses into me. “C’mon, gorgeous, fuck my cock.”

  A whimper escapes me and I slowly start to move my hips. Back and forth I rock against him, spreading my thighs wider so I can envelop all of what he has to give me. I reach behind me and place my hands on his thighs, arching my back, as I pick up the pace. Jax’s fingertips deliciously dig into my hips and give me another dose of encouragement.

  “That’s it. Jax’s breaths come out in short spurts as I lift my hips and s
tart to bounce on his cock. “So damn good.”

  His hands come up to the hem of my shirt and he lifts it just over my breast. He brings his hands up even further so that his fingertips are pinching at my hard nipples. I can feel that shit all the way down to my toes. An excessive burning need swirls deep in my core, causing my hips to move faster. I want him deeper, all around me, hitting the delicious tender spot buried deep inside my pussy.

  I can feel the sweet release begin to slowly wind and coil itself in the deepest depths of my belly. My legs begin to shake, and it almost feels like they’re about to give out. I continue to fuck him with wild abandon. And as I feel myself getting closer to a sweet orgasm, Jax grips my hips tighter.

  “Slow down, baby,” he whispers out through ragged breaths. “I want to feel us just like this.”

  My heart almost breaks a little when I gauge the look in his eyes.

  “There’s nothing I wouldn’t give to feel this exact same way each and every day,” Jax says, slowly pressing into me again. I close my eyes and savor the feeling as his fingers blaze a trail down my sides to rest firmly against my hips. “I could live the rest of my days inside of you, making love to you and always making you happy.”

  For a fraction of a moment, I get choked up, quickly shaking the feeling way, and start to rock my hips back and forth.

  “I have never met anyone like you,” he says, gradually picking up momentum with each thrust. “So fearless and goddamn gorgeous.”

  Pinned against Jax’s lap my body vibrates as he presses inside of me. And when I move my hands to grip into his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin, he thrusts harder. Every one of my senses fires off and my hips start to move in time with his. Thrust after sweet aching thrust, that delicious coil starts that all too familiar windup. And as the tingling travels down my legs to the tips of my toes, I know that I’m close to a fucking orgasm.

  “Come for me, Vivian,” Jax says through choppy intakes of breaths. He twitches inside of me and I can tell that he’s getting close, too. “That’s it, baby, come.”

  Again and again, he drives deeper, filling every inch of my aching walls, and everything that has wound up into the deepest pit of my core slowly starts to unravel.

  “Oh…fuck!”

  “That’s it,” he says, digging his fingers into my skin as his thrusts become unrelenting. “Come for me.”

  “Oh, my.”

  And just like that all the built up tension slowly unravels, seeping its way down my belly and reaching my toes. The release is sweet, exhilarating, and all-consuming, as every inch of my skin becomes sensitive to the touch. I feel Jax tense beneath me and I know he’s close. I continue to match his thrust, rocking my hips until I feel him break.

  “Fuck.”

  I savor this very moment, slowly lap it up and let it slither through my veins as an intense orgasm rips through me. I pull in a deep, shuddering breath when Jax grips my hips hard. One…two…three he drills me to the hilt until a body shattering orgasm rocks him from the inside out.

  I collapse against Jax’s chest as welcome the now steady rainfall as he wraps his arms around my waist. When he places a soft kiss on my forehead I close my eyes and nearly crumble beneath him.

  This was it. That was our agreement. No going back on it now.

  The. Last. Time.

  I shiver when Jax’s fingers gently slide up the back of my head and trace lazy, soothing circles over my scalp.

  “That was amazing,” he says, pulling my head down, bringing me in close for a kiss. When our lips touch my skin ignites and my body reacts shamelessly. Jax smiles up at me, knowingly. “C’mon, we should get out of this rain.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Instead of getting in the truck, Jax pulls me by the hand and we run, trying to dodge the downpour as the sky begins to fully open up. I notice the barn from earlier but Jax just keeps pulling me along like some damn rag doll. When we reach the gravel a light flashes on nearly scaring the crap out of me.

  “Where are we going?” I try to yell above the pouring rain but Jax gives me no response. “Where the hell are we going, Jax?”

  When the house that Jax said was owned by some grumpy old man starts to come into view every warning sign starts firing off.

  “What the hell, Jax?” I yell. “You’re gonna get us shot!”

  And again he just ignores me and continues to head for the enormous wraparound porch. I instantly begin to panic when we reach the steps, pulling at the grip he has on my hand. With my other hand, I try to pry his fingers away, wanting very much to head in the other direction before some old fart jumps onto his porch and waves around a loaded shotgun. The last time this happened to me some old lady came outside with a can of ant repellent and threatened to make me and my cohort go blind. And don’t look at me like that. Ever heard of being rebellious. And it wasn’t like we were going to rob her. We thought teepeeing her house would be a wonderful prank. Turned out the woman was armed and semi-dangerous.

  “Are you fucking nuts?”

  When we stop in front of the door Jax reaches into his pocket and pulls out a set of keys. Turning to me, and still holding my hand, he smiles a sheepish grin.

  “C’mon.”

  When he gets the door open and pulls me through my heart crashes against my chest. The entire inside of the house is dark, scary even, and it takes a lot to scare the crap out of me. But the one thing that’s got me on edge is the possibility of some deranged lunatic wielding a large butcher knife.

  My jaw drops as soon as Jax flicks on the light, illuminating the enormous foyer. We walk a few more feet and he turns on another light. I’m even more in awe this time as my eyes adjust and take in the beautiful, rustic living room. Every inch, wall to wall, is covered in beautiful country décor. The room clearly has a woman’s touch to it as if they’d taken their time in perfectly placing each individual nic-nac in various places. Fear of some old deranged boogeyman jumping out at me subsides, morphing itself into guilt when I reach the hand built stone fireplace. A plethora of family and individual photos sit catty-corner to one another. Every single person photographed wears a smile on their face, seemingly perfect.

  But there’s one photo that nearly has me wanting to vomit or scrub my vagina with an SOS pad.

  “Who lives here?”

  Hot, scorching panic starts to claw its way up my spine when I see a utility tub full of children’s toys sitting snug up against the stone fireplace. Off to the right, sitting on a hand-carved mantel, I notice various family photos with bright smiling faces. My heart nearly incinerates when I see a Christmas photo of Jax, a beautiful blue eyed woman, and a small little boy that is almost the spitting image of Jax. I run my finger along the edge of the silver picture frame as tears start to form. How could he do this to me, to his wife and child? I have never ever been with a married man and I am not about to start now.

  “It doesn’t even matter,” I say in a low voice. I shake my head in disbelief and head for the door. “I need to go.”

  “Vivian!”

  Jax yells out behind me as I fling open the front door. The chilly, humid air hits my face as I breathe in through my mouth, letting it coat my lungs, and welcome the harsh, piercing sensation. I want to scream but nothing comes out. I want to beat the shit out of him but my body doesn’t move. This seemingly perfect, undeniably beautiful man has just fucked me seven ways to Sunday just feet from where he and his family live and now I feel so unbelievably hollow.

  “Vivian! What the hell’s wrong?”

  I ignore him as I make it down the porch. As soon as my feet hit the wet ground I lose my footing and land on my ass. Epic timing.

  “I swear, you are truly touched in the head,” Jax says, chuckling as he reaches down to help me up.

  “Get away from me!” I kick him in the knee and send him stumbling backward, effectively landing on his ass. “You…you…cheat! Cheater! You marriage ruiner!”

  If the situation was different I’d be grinning
like a buffoon at his deer in headlights expression. But it isn’t. And I’m not. He’s an epic douche bag.

  We’re both sitting in the accumulating mud, facing each other, as the rain comes down in sheets. Staring at him, I think of the many ways I could castrate him. An easy calm settles in when the thought of gripping his perfect manscaped balls in a vice and watch him suffer.

  “How could you, Jax?”

  “How could I what?” He throws his arms out, acting like he has no damn clue what I’m talking about.

  “Oh, don’t give me that shit!” I point a waving finger at him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about! Now I’m going to have to scrub my pussy with a Brillo pad and clean it out with a fucking turkey baster!”

  Jax goes slack-jawed. Really? Why is he acting like a dumb shit? Just fess the fuck up and let’s move on!

  “Asshattery does not look good on you.” I narrow my eyes and pull out my cell phone. “And I hope for your wife’s sake your junk falls off.”

  I cautiously get up to my feet because let’s face it, Graceful is not my middle name. As soon as I get Cass’ number dialed I feel two strong hands grip my waist.

  “Put me the down!”

  “Nope!”

  Like a wet noodle, Jax slings me over his shoulder and my arms dangle down his backside, causing my cell phone to slide out of my grip.

  “Put me down, Jaxon!”

  “Nope!”

  I barely make a dent in my attempt to pummel Jax’s back with my small, balled up fists when his strides right into the house and tosses me onto the couch. When I try to get to my feet he snaps his fingers and shakes his head.

  “I don’t think so,” he says, pointing to the couch. “Sit your ass down and please explain to me how we went from making love to arguing. And what in the absolute fuck makes you think that I’m married?”

  I hop up from the couch and head for the mantel. When Jax tries to step in front of me, I hold out one hand in front of me and flip him off with the other. I grab the silver frame and thrust it inches from his face. His expression changes from confusion to full-on amusement as a gut splitting laugh rips through him, nearly making him look maniacal.