by J. C. Allen
Isabelle’s.
12
Isabelle
I already regretted not being able to see Jaxson.
I should have been able to get my work done and see him, but I had erred on the side of caution and decided not to have a distracting hot biker around while I wrote a new original play from scratch. It wasn’t easy or fun, but I loved it.
That was the idea, at least.
In reality, it was a grueling day full of hard work, frustrating first drafts, and sentences that just didn’t seem to come together. I kept thinking about how Jaxson had said he would call me later—which was stressful enough getting to that point, given that he didn’t seem interested in texting me at first—but in the end, it just seemed family dinner had taken too long. I wasn’t mad; at least he was spending time with family and not getting hammered with random people. But I definitely didn’t expect to see him until at least tomorrow.
So my surprise was evident when I got a knock on the door, and immediately, I had a feeling who it was. Sitting in bed, I slipped on my fuzzy white slippers to go investigate.
“Who is it?”
A few seconds passed. Then I heard the familiar heavy breathing on the other end.
Even though I knew it was going to be him, the realization was both settling and unnerving at the same time. It was if he knew, too, because when I opened the door, he still hadn’t said anything.
“Jaxson,” I said breathlessly, fighting the wide smile which would have made me seem almost desperate.
But when his scowl relaxed and the firm ridge between his brows disappeared, it was all but over. There was not going to be any hiding how I felt.
“Isabelle…” he said.
He walked in, kicking his shoes off as he entered. I suddenly realized how starkly different our outfits were—he looked like he had just come from a steakhouse, while I looked like I had just come from bed. It made me feel self-conscious, but it also made my attraction to Jaxson noticeably stronger.
“I know you said you were busy, but I—”
I stopped, noticing he had only been looking at my face. Not at my body, not at my chest, but at my face.
It was like he came just because he—
“I just needed to see you. If that’s okay.”
Oh, Jaxson…
“Yeah, of course.”
I didn’t even try to reel it in or pretend I was not as okay with it as I really was. To do so would be to suggest anything other than happiness at seeing him—and there was quite a bit of happiness at that.
He tried to soften his frowned lips into a smile, but for some reason, he couldn’t. It seemed so very unlike Jaxson—he rarely smiled, but when he did, he didn’t struggle to form it. The fact that he was worried me.
“What’s wrong?” I whisper.
His pained expression only tightened, and my heart began breaking for him. His shoulders were so tense, I could feel them under the leather of his cut—and it was the thickest leather I have ever felt. There was something that he wasn’t elaborating on, something that was chewing him up inside, and it was killing me to know that was the case.
“Jaxson…”
But if there was any thought to getting to know what it was, it wasn’t going to happen as he pressed his lips onto mine.
Kissing me as he did still felt like the sky was falling in the best way possible. It was like dancing on the clouds, but it was even better than that—I couldn’t go high enough in the sky to describe what a kiss from Jaxson Kinsemn felt like.
I leaned into the kiss, molding my body all the way to his. He was so warm, I sweltered under his heat. My nipples brushed his hard chest and I felt his cock hardening against my thigh.
My hands traveled up to his thick hair, fisting it in my fingers right where it got long at the nape of his neck. His tongue darted out, tasting mine. I fought for the upper hand, but eventually, I gave up and let him take over. It should never be any other way when it comes to this.
His hot, heavy hands slid down my back, down the curves, to the dip of my hips, and then further to the cusp of my ass. He must have known I was wearing nothing underneath; I certainly have become well aware of the slickness between my thighs… but his hands were cautious. I knew now he was a gentleman.
But the way he showed up here… I wanted him to be everything but—to use me for his pleasure, to take away his pain, even if for a moment.
I moaned into his mouth and reached down to grasp his cock through his pants in the hopes of spurring him on. Luckily for me, it worked.
His fingers reached the underside of my ass first. I shivered at the new contact but welcome the sensation all the same. Take me, Jaxson.
Take me and do with me what you want.
He broke the kiss, and we both exhaled deeply, breathing the same air before he continued, tonguing me open, sliding his lips across mine.
My clit was throbbing so much, it felt like one long permanent pulse. I have dripped so much, I was afraid to spread my legs and let it drip on the rug.
In short, Jaxson had me turned on to a level I didn’t think was possible to reach.
He kneaded the flesh of my ass over and over as he jutted his hips towards me. We were practically dry humping on the floor, and I was not ashamed of it at all. I was far too caught up in the moment to care at all.
It was far too soon when he broke away, though, to be honest, any point short of climax would have been too soon. I was delirious, barely able to hold on.
“You live alone?”
His voice was ragged, unbelievably deep and dragged. It shocked me, as I stared wide eyed.
“No, but—”
“Fuck it.”
He hoisted me up over his shoulder so fast I couldn’t see straight. Sorry, Riley, I think you’ll forgive me on this one.
“My room is open.”
The words barely left me, I was so turned on.
He carried me into the room and shut the door behind him. He threw me onto the bed, heaving me at the edge of it. I panted right back up at him, sprawled on the bed.
It was so unbelievably goddamn perfect.
Waves of white-hot pleasure dripped through my body again and again, and I cannot do anything to stop it. Nor do I want to stop it.
“Fucking hell,” he said. “You’re damned perfect Isabelle.”
He stripped off his jacket in record speed, with his shirt coming next. I gasped at the sprawling ink. I had noticed the faint outlines before but never thought to ask or try to see it.
It was gorgeous. It was perfect. It was so Jaxson.
The logo started on his left shoulder and fanned out to wide lightened rays. I could see his brothers’ names inked in cursive between them, too. It was the only large tattoo he has, but it was huge and took up so much space. It’s fucking incredible. So fucking sexy.
I licked my lips at how delicious he was. His eyes were so dark—and I still see the pain in them, but he was so focused on me that it didn’t matter. We were here to get physical and get dirty, not to have serious talks.
He kicked off his pants, exposing his tight black briefs. The outline of his cock made me gulp audibly. I still lay on the bed, propping my head up, watching him strip as fast as he can.
His darkened eyes met mine and pinned me down. I was lost for it. I couldn’t have moved from this place if I wanted to. I couldn’t have gotten out of this space if I wanted to. I didn’t want to.
I wanted him so badly, I ached everywhere. My nipples had hardened to painful lengths, and my clit had been pulsing so long I think it might have lost feeling. I had gone well past the point of wanting him; now, if for nothing else than pain relief, I fucking needed his body.
“I’m not gonna go slow tonight, baby. I fucking need you inside of me right now.”
He warned me as he crawled on the bed, but I wasn’t really listening to him as much as I was just pulling myself to him. The bed creaked under his weight, and my white wrought iron head board rattled against the wall
. Let there be more of that, yes. Yes!
“Okay,” I said.
“I need to always have you bare.”
He grabbed at my knees and shoved me open. It was an almost violent move, but it only added to the allure and spice of the moment. He grabbed at my shirt, like he might have intended to rip it off, but instead, he dragged it until it was over my head and on the floor.
And just like that, I was naked before him.
It was a moment that, if I was being honest with myself, I had anticipated for some time now. Really, since the first time we met. Better late than not at all. Better now than never.
Jaxson hulked over me, kissing me down into another sleepless dream. His warmth, his solidity… it blinded me before I let my eyes slip closed. I cradled him between my legs. The fabric of his briefs hit my clit, and I tremble at the contact. Just with that mere touch and with the erotic tension of the place, I was so close to the edge already. I was going to come with just the slightest of actions on his behalf—and it was going to ravage me.
Just how I like it. Maybe it was a good thing going so long without sex.
He used one hand to explore my body while the other went right to my pulsing clit, finding it immediately… only to dance around it, teasing me like the goddamn bastard that he was. I knew how much he needed me, and yet he was just teasing me first. I was so eager for him to fuck me! I needed him more than I thought, and I brought myself closer to orgasm just so I could have it.
“Fuck, Jaxson,” I breathlessly said. “Get it in me already!”
I was begging, completely under Jaxson’s control, and I loved it. I couldn’t get enough of it, except that I couldn’t get enough of him actually fingering or fucking me even more, and—
He finally slipped a finger inside me, thick and long, while his palm pressed my clit. And, sure enough, just like that, I came.
I broke our kiss for a huge inhale of air. I saw stars and could barely catch my breath through the moans. It was unbelievably intense—every orgasm with this man was practically going to break me.
But there was no rest for the pleasured, it seemed.
Jaxson dipped his head to my neck, finding my sweet spot to suckle at, and then continued to my breasts. One after the other, he suckled on my nipple, pulling it to an even harder bud, until it hurt so much I enjoyed it. Then he did the other, over and over.
His lips then slid down my stomach. He kissed every inch of my flesh. He clenched my thighs and cradles my wide hips. He worshipped all the parts of my body I had never brought myself tom, and it floods my body with emotion.
And then his mouth covers my pussy, and I fucking lost it. I had never experienced this with anyone, not even my ex, and I had always wondered just how good it would feel.
As it turned out, the answer was “far beyond anything else I could have imagined.”
“Jaxson, oh fuck!” I said.
Everyone, including Riley, within a three-house radius could probably hear me. Good. Let them hear. Let them know how good Jaxson Kinsmen is!
His mouth was warm and wet—different than what I had expected. His tongue circled my clit instead of touching it directly, and his lips closed around my folds as his heat seeped into my opening. He started to lick me in closer patterns and then spread out more. I arched my back, closing my eyes until it burns, clenching at his hair and trapping him between my thighs.
I called out a bunch of other things, but it didn’t register to my brain. Only his ministrations, the high cliff he was driving me too, made sense. And even that felt like something on the verge of being called divine.
It was so intense that I felt like I had left my body before I returned. I could not escape the blinding pleasure—again, not like I wanted to, though.. My clit was so sensitive, it hurt when he continued, and my eyes dripped as I cry out. I felt myself drifting towards another orgasm, right on the coattails of the last one and just as intense, if not more. I felt like I might truly die right here, and if I did, well, I wouldn’t just die happy—I’d die ecstatic.
And then it happened again, and again I lost control of myself. I shook violently on the bed, my entire body pulsating out of control. It was unlike anything, even the previous orgasms, that I had felt—there was just something about his tongue that got to me like nothing else did.
When I slowly came to, I hadn’t noticed he had stripped down until he slid up my body. I could feel his cock, sliding over my clit—and then, before I could prepare myself, he entered me.
“Jaxson—”
My hands flew up to his biceps. I gripped him tightly, my nails digging into the flesh of his skin. His hard dark eyes bored into mine as I trembled from my last orgasm and adjusted to him inside of me. He was big—almost too big.
I felt the burn start to seep in, yet he still sinked in deeper. I widened my knees as far as they would go to take him all in. Jaxson kept his eyes on mine and bent down to kiss me softly. I kissed him back eagerly.
And then, somehow—I’m not sure what I did, but I did something—the beast within Jaxson awoke.
His fingers came up into my hair and clenched at the nape, pinning me down into the bed, and he widened his knees for more traction in his thrusts. He started to pound into me like a man possessed. The sheet rock of the wall rattled. My bed creaked and surrendered, but he continued. My pelvis dug into his each time, his tuft of dark hair scratching over my light patch. His cock seemed to harden, barely able to control himself as he drove farther and faster. His shoulders went slick with sweat, his forehead dripping onto mine.
There was no time for even kissing; he was moving too fast and too hard. My breasts jostled and got caught on his hard chest above me. He was on the verge of orgasm—and as for me, the entire thing felt so good I could barely differentiate between orgasm and just a normal state.
My moans and pants didn’t even have the time to finish. I just ended up cursing and drawing in too many breaths, driving myself dizzy and out of my mind. By a few minutes in, my body had completely surrendered. He pulled at my hair and released it, only to draw his hands down.
One went around my knee and hooked it over his sculpted shoulder; the other clasped at my neck, his forearm pressing the swell of my breasts there. After his repositioning, he went back to his hard, even pace. It was certainly faster than the speed of my breathing, matching the rapid beat of my heart.
“Jaxson,” I groaned, “oh-oh-oh—”
I couldn’t finish whatever it was I was going to say. There was far too much going on.
I felt myself falling into an endless pit, only to rise again and fall one more time. I throbbed and clenched until I felt a scolding heat inside me, spurting and flying into me with his last few pumps. He groaned so loudly and so deeply.
It all happened so fast, and yet when I looked at the clock, I could scarcely believe how much time had passed. Time had just… it had literally flown by, it seemed.
His heavy pants surfaced at my ear as he turned, laying his body over mine. I collapsed and welcomed his weight, wrapping my arms around him. I cupped his face and lifted him to kiss me, softly, just to remember how tender he could be. As great as the sex was, I wanted to see the softer side of him still.
Jaxson did kiss me softly and tenderly, like I was his little flower, before he pulled away. The intensity in his gaze told me everything that I needed to know. I ried to smile at him, but I was too spent… too out of it.
Jaxson just has that beautiful effect on me. Goddamn, did that feel good. Let’s rest for fifteen and do it again, shall we?
But something flashed in his eyes, and just like that, the good parts were gone. He hurried, as if trying to leave; I tried to stop him, sitting up, but he seemed rushed.
“Fuck, I’m sorry Isabelle, I—”
“What? Don’t be sorry, Jaxson.”
You leaving like this is going to make it worse. Please don’t.
“I didn’t—I wasn’t thinking. Fuck.”
He slashed his fingers through hi
s hair and groaned in frustration as if he had just committed a horrible act—which, in fact, he’d done quite the opposite..
“Jaxon, I’m fine. I enjoyed that. All of it.”
He finally turned to look at me, slowly. His eyes softened before they went rough again. Frankly, it was impossible to try and fully understand what was going on—so I just did my best to be present.
“Come here and hold me,” I said, holding out my hand, hoping he would take it and forget about his guilt.
While I liked being the sweet, innocent woman he made me out to be at times, I still wanted him to be rough and be himself. Having that balance between the two of us created some incredibly pleasurable moments, moments I was very much interested in repeating.
“Look,” he said, reaching over and trailing the pad of his fingers down my collarbone to my breast.
I looked down, and a shade of red had taken over half my chest where his forearm was.
“It goes farther up, Isabelle.”
His voice was devoid of anything but concern. I needed to set him right.
“When I say I’m fine Jaxson, I mean it. You didn’t come here to worry about me.”
I tugged his arm. He eventually relented, sliding closer to me on the bed and holding me too loosely. It was, however, at least a step back in the right direction.
“I’ll always worry about you, Isabelle.”
“I know.”
This was his sensitive side, and for better and for worse, I was just going to have to live with it for the time being. There was no getting around the fact that, though he was a hardass biker, he was also a big—perhaps too big—softie for me.
“What was worrying you so much, that you came all the way over here?”
He exhaled, as if he hoped I didn’t ask that. He probably did. I rolled over so I was half on his body, better paying attention than I was before.
“Some shit with the club.”
“Like?”
I grinned softly, coaxing myself into his view. I was trying to get him lighthearted… but his cold face told me that this wasn’t a laughing matter to him.
