by N. K. Love
“I’m right here, beautiful. I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”
I shakily let go of the breath that I was holding and move my cheek to feel his coarse hair scratch against my heated skin.
“Jax, I don’t know if I’m more afraid of losing you…Or losing myself, again.”
“B, do you think anybody else can compare to this?”
Pulling me to the edge of the counter by the backs of my knees, he shows me again how hard he is. My pussy clenches. I am so ready for him.
“Never.”
I lean back, putting my weight on the palms of my hands either side of me. Pushing my chest up, I use my heels to pull him into me. Jax looks down between my legs, capturing his silver, rope chain in his teeth. He watches closely as I grind myself shamelessly against him. Around and around.
“Fuck.” He curses under his breath and closes his eyes, just for a second. This time when he looks back at me, his dominance shines through and I feed off it. He glances to the refrigerator on my left and opens the door. “Do you think another man will eat your pussy the way that I do?”
Jax is facing the fridge, casually checking the shelves, but then his mischievous eyes flick to mine. He brings the most perfect looking strawberry to my lips, holding it by the stalk. Pressing the coldness to my lips, he urges me to open and I oblige. After he rests it on my tongue, I wrap my teeth around it and bite down on the juicy flesh. Jax has unintentionally parted his lips, as his hungry eyes devour my mouth.
He places the leftover stalk on the side. Whilst I eat the strawberry, he reaches inside the fridge for another one from the bowl. This time it’s my turn to watch as he brings it to his own mouth.
“Is another man gonna taste you the way that I do, Angel?”
I adjust my position, rubbing against his erection again. Undeterred, Jax curves his tongue around the fruit and licks slowly. He’s picked a bigger strawberry, which accommodates his thick lips. Melting his gaze into me, he flicks his tongue over the tip, making my hips jerk as I feel it across my clit.
Swirling his tongue slowly, his lips wrap around it and I hear his teeth crunch down. I swear to God, I’ll come on the spot if I see even a drop of juice escape that mouth of his. He puts the stalk with the other as he chews and swallows. My eyes are fixated on his mouth, still hearing his words.
Taking my hand, he moves it between our legs and I’m eager to take hold of him. Overlapping my knuckles, he strokes my hand up and down his hard length, whilst I watch, mesmerised.
“Do you want any other cock to fuck you? To try and satisfy you? To make you come?”
I shake my head quickly, still watching the outline of his cock pressing into my palm.
Moving his hand up my thigh, he pushes his thumb along the length of my pussy and teases my clit. I clench my hand firmer and he leans into me, growling his approval into my mouth. I lick the taste of strawberry from his lips. When he reacts by pushing his thumb deeper into me, I moan for more.
“Kiss me, Jax.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Jax smirks, and in a heartbeat his mouth is on me, reclaiming every part of it. His tongue licks into me and I meet every twist and turn. The occasional feel of his beard is sexy and intriguing.
“G, your mouth.” I moan, as my body enjoys the mass of pleasure. “I’ve missed you, so much.”
“You’ve kept yourself from me. Have you been seriously considering leaving me, Beth?”
My head falls to the side as he kisses my neck. Moving both of my hands to his back, I nod, answering him honestly.
“I tried.”
Biting down hard on my shoulder, he pauses. Sliding his hand from my pussy, he moves beneath my vest, up the centre of my body, stopping between my breasts.
“B, have you been touching yourself, without me?”
He strokes his fingers over my breast. I nod and he responds by tugging at my nipple, hard.
“I have. I thought of you. Your touch, your mouth on my—” Jax uses that cue to capture my breast in his mouth, letting the warmth seep through my vest. “—with your ragged breath in my ear as you climax.”
“Have you made yourself come without me?”
“Yes.” I answer, shyly.
This time he uses his other hand to abruptly yank down either side of my trousers. He puts his hand over my naked pussy.
“Vibrator?” He asks, frowning. When I nod again, he immediately strokes his thumb through my pussy, finding out just how aroused I am. “You’re so fucking wet for me, B.” He gulps. “Fuck.” He takes a second, and then continues. “You know… I can’t handle the thought of somebody else touching you… Is that what you want? Other men, other things, making you come?”
“No, Jax. Only you.” This time I answer with pride.
Leaving his left hand between my legs, he reaches back into the fridge, which is still open. My eyes widen when I see what he’s holding. A fucking cucumber. I giggle, thinking he is teasing me, but when I look back to him, his eyes swiftly correct me.
I look back and forth between his eyes and that green monster he’s wielding. Jax smiles at my expression, but his playfulness has a dark edge of sexy seriousness. He is still trying to make his point, and I am rapidly coming to terms with his chosen tactics.
“You see, Beth…” Jax licks around the end, leaving it glistening. “You can fuck who you want, you can fuck what you want…” He moves the end of the cucumber between my thighs and I flinch at its cold touch on my sensitive skin. The thought of him using this is making me nervous, but horny as fuck. “But nobody, and nothing, can ever make you come like I can—when I’m in control.” He pushes the first inch or so inside my pussy and I gasp aloud. “We are meant to be together. Fact!” Another inch. “Haven’t you figured that out yet, B?” Another inch.
My breathing hitches as he slowly descends deeper, until he reaches my open-mouthed limit. My trousers have already fallen past my knees, so I kick them off my ankles and lift my heels to the edge of the counter, granting him optimum access.
“Drop your knees to the side.” I do as he says and bite my lips inside my mouth as I watch him slowly retreat an inch at a time, and then push back inside of me. His pace picks up and we both watch intently. Leaning forward, I pant in his ear as his low voice growls into mine. “I can fuck you with this, or my fingers, my tongue, my cock, even my words. But, Beth, no matter how I choose to make you come, just remember that it’s me and you. That’s what makes the difference. We are the secret ingredient. Regardless of anything else going on in our lives, we are the perfect combination. We can lose ourselves in each other. Only us.”
The pace of his delicious invasion is setting my body on fire. His words resonate in my mind, marrying with my very own similar thoughts. The penetration is smooth, but the cucumber is slightly ridged all around it. So when he turns as he pushes, it feels incredible. The coldness meets my heated core and he stretches me wider.
A couple of hours ago, I was failing to catch even one pussy twitch from reading smut, and now I’m sitting in my kitchen being fucked with a cucumber by the man that means everything to me. Meanwhile, Miss Alter Ego is giving a flustered Miss Sensible a three-fingered salute in gratitude for urging me to visit the farmer’s market on the way home.
My impending orgasm bitch slaps me back into the moment and I find myself rolling my hips to meet his thrusts. Jax bites at my nipples through my vest.
“Yes. Like that, Jax, please. Just… There.”
“Only us, B.”
He demands, as my pussy violently spasms around the intrusion, releasing all of my pent up sexual frustration. Keeping me full, he holds his position and catches my mouth in his. I moan and pant into his mouth as his chest rumbles with the satisfaction of giving me pleasure.
After a moment, my breathing collects, as do my thoughts. I shake my head at him and smile.
“What was that, G?”
He shrugs and bites his lip, knowing what it does to me.
“I’d say it was a great source of nutrition.”
That stupid answer earns him a lame punch to the shoulder. But, I do love his playful mouth, and so I counter…
“Does this count as one of my five a day?” Jax slowly withdraws with a wink and startles me as the lethal weapon hits the bottom of the empty waste bin. “That’s got to be the best 69p I’ve ever spent.”
With a laugh and smug grin, Jax kisses me quick and lifts me from the kitchen surface. Miss Sensible is donning her marigolds, muttering something about antibacterial cleanser, but I drown her out and focus on the colossal frame I’m clutching onto.
Jax heads for the stairs this time and whispers to me.
“I swear I didn’t plan this—not that I’m complaining.”
“Me either. I guess you resurrected my Fuck It attitude too.”
He begins to climb the steps as I hold onto him tighter. This man of mine is here, showing me how much he wants me. My post orgasm vibe has me realising just how right he is. I tried to see what life without him meant and I couldn’t survive it.
Hungry for his cock, I rock my pussy into him. He stops walking and turns to the wall, slamming me up against it. In the silence of the apartment, all we can hear is the sound of our breathing.
Jax grips my throat and drags my bottom lip down with his thumb. “God, I’ve missed this mouth. Your witty comments, your shy smiles. Everything about you.”
Ambushing my mouth with his tongue, I happily surrender and enjoy the magical feeling swirling around inside of me. This is what I’ve needed and I’m no longer going to deny myself. This is what has kept me level headed and balanced since I met him. Being together physically—it’s my safe haven. My everything.
“I want you, Jax.”
“Which part of me exactly?”
Jax pulls away and studies my face, still holding my neck, with his thumb on my jaw. Circling his hips into me, he purposely angles his bulging trousers to perfection. He pushes his thumb into my mouth and I suck him hard, rotating my tongue around him. Pulling my head back, I answer him in the way he wants to hear it.
“Right now, I need to be fucked. So, I want this cock.” His eyes are drawn back to my face and he drops his forehead to mine. “But, after you’ve given me that, I want it all. Every part of you, Jax. Everything.”
I capture his thumb once more and suck as he thrusts against my pussy again. Pulling my head back, I scrape my teeth across the pad of his thumb.
Flashing me a wicked smile, he swiftly kisses my lips and takes my weight from the wall. Making light work of the remaining steps, we’re quickly upstairs. There’s a short hallway leading to the bathroom first, and then the bedroom, both on the left-hand side.
Walking down to the open bedroom, he heads straight towards the bed. Toeing his shoes off along the way, he practically throws me onto the mattress. I giggle as he whips off his socks and unbuckles his belt in record speed.
“In a hurry, G?”
My smile turns serious when he answers by dropping his trousers and raising an eyebrow at me as he grips his erection. His cock is damn near assaulting his briefs. The sight of his impressive cock, battling to get to me, has me whipping my vest off quicker than you can say ‘cucumber’.
Jax looks at my naked body laid out for him and shakes his head, looking up to the ceiling in a silent prayer. When he looks back at me, the humour has vanished and his dark hunger has descended.
“Pull your knees up. Open your legs.”
The champagne bubbles and cucumber-orgasm have taken the edge off any uncertainty and I do as he asks. The lustful look in his eyes is more than enough to show me what my body does to him. He pulls down his boxers and crawls up my body. When he reaches my thighs, he begins biting and sucking. Hovering his mouth over my pussy, he looks up and waits for my eyes.
“Jax.”
“Tell me.”
“Taste me. I want you to taste me.”
With a growl of arousal, he dips his nose and inhales me deeply. My whole body clenches in anticipation. Jax spreads me out before him and blesses me with the feel of that thick, talented tongue, stroke after stroke. I roll my hips into his face, moaning with utter indulgence.
When he invites his teeth to the party, my hands find the pillow and I cover my face to muffle my cries. He goes all in. Rippling his tongue inside and all around. Dragging his teeth across my clit with just the right amount of pressure, he satisfies the calling of thousands of nerve endings, each screaming his name.
I curse and moan into the pillow until it’s ripped away from me and thrown on the floor with a grunt. At that moment, I tilt my hips forward, not wanting him to let up one bit. Jax buries two fingers inside of me, immediately striking gold and he knows it.
“I’m back, B. Where you need me… That’s it.” He encourages me to let go. Pulling his head back to look at me properly, he continues pressing his fingers in and out, in fluent movements. “Can you feel how wet you are, B…? We should’ve been fucking on tap. I gave you time, but we need each other, Angel.”
I nod whilst moaning as my orgasm climbs closer. My body writhes, savouring the assurance of being back under his control—my safety net, my soft landing.
“I’m coming, Jax.”
“I know you are.” He speaks calmly, with that added dangerous edge. The tip of his tongue flutters around my pussy, flicking over my clit, teasing out my orgasm. “I know your body better than you do.”
Gulping for oxygen, I press his head down, catching a glimpse of his smile before it disappears between my legs. The feel of his stubble is another sensation that heightens the intensity. He bites at my pussy and I beg him to push me over the edge, and within a few seconds, he does exactly that.
As my orgasm rips through me, Jax deliciously sucks on my pussy, allowing me to ride out the waves in my own sweet time.
Once my quivering thighs settle back down, I get to have my lips on his again. He pulls me up to a seated position, negotiating his thighs beneath mine. Kissing me with his soft, swollen lips, I break away to tell him he’s amazing.
Taking a firm hold of his erection, Jax swallows his groans, letting them vibrate down his throat. In contrast, he gently trails the backs of his fingers up my ribcage, over my breasts and takes hold of the sides of my face. For a moment, his eyes soften, and it feels as though he is just coming to terms with the crazy turn of events this evening has taken us.
With long strokes, I appreciate the feel of his cock back in my hands. It’s been far too long.
“You still wet for me, Angel?”
“Always.”
“Lie down.” I shake my head and he frowns. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing.” He’s not convinced and now I feel stupid. “Come here.”
I rise up slightly from my sitting position, but he tilts my chin up to face him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
This time he lets me guide his cock to my pussy, then he takes over, seemingly pushing that moment to the side for now. He nudges me up his strong thighs and stretches his knees out so that I can wrap my legs around him. Rubbing his crown back and forth, he slickens his cock and slides halfway in, earning a shaky whimper from me.
“Take it.”
My insides adjust to the familiarity of Jax. God, how he was right when he said that nothing compares to this. Nothing. I drop lower, taking him deeper, and he lets me take my time. I relish every shudder that hits my core, sending waves outwards.
Falling deeper still, I hand control back over to its rightful owner, who wastes no time in thrusting the full extent of his cock into me. That final length always does wordless things to me, which are simply beyond explanation.
Jax grips my waist and rolls my hips in a circular motion, letting his cock explore me from the inside. Then he grinds everything into me.
“Sh-hit. Jax, Jax—”
“I’m right here… Ride me, B. Show me that you’ve missed me.”
Leaning back
on his hands, I marvel at the sight before me; everything from his wide muscular shoulders, down to the ridges of his tensed abs. My body acts on its own accord and I start riding him, building up from a slow, sensual pace. The intensity blazing out of those beautiful, green eyes has me chewing on my bottom lip, thanking my lucky stars. We look into each other’s eyes and share our unspoken words.
With my legs wrapped around his waist, anchoring me to him, I watch as his hard dick glides in and out of me.
“You like that, B?”
“Mmm. Yes.”