The Ties That Bind Us: (The Ties Duet Part One)

by Danda K.

  That is until I slowly slide my fingers up his strong leg. When I’m inches away from his zipper, I notice Jaxon side-eyeing me with a lifted brow.

  He gestures to his groin playfully and asks, “You need something, Nyx?”

  I’m not in a playful mood, though. I’m in the mood to make a point.

  He realizes this quickly when I close the distance and grip his entire package in my hand, gently squeezing it. His hips buck in surprise, and he’s already hardening beneath my hand. Looking around the outside of the car, he places his hand over mine to halt my movements.

  “We’re out in the open, baby.”

  I tune him out, determined, removing his hand from mine to unbutton his pants.

  He takes a deep breath as he places both hands on the steering wheel, gripping it until his knuckles turn white.

  Even if this scenario makes me uncomfortable, I’m willing to endure it if it makes him feel better. But right now, the only thing I’m really feeling is the urge to taste him. I unzip his pants, and he lifts his hips off the seat as I pull them, along with his briefs, down, and his junk springs free.

  He checks the rear-view mirror again and settles back in his seat. Before he can argue again, I reach over to grab him.

  He stops me. “Spit on your hand, baby.”

  I raise an eyebrow at him.

  “It’s for lubrication.” He wraps his hand around my wrist and brings my open palm to my face. I stare at him hesitantly as he gives me a silent nod, telling me to do it. I notice Jaxon biting his bottom lip as I bring my face closer to my hand and spit on it. He watches me as I slowly move it towards his erection.

  “Spread it around,” he instructs right before my hand reaches him. As he watches me move my hand over his length, the only thing I hear is, “Fuuuuuck.”

  I start with slow, firm strokes. Jaxon rests his head back on the seat, his body already loosening up. He closes his eyes as I pick up my speed a bit, squeezing tighter. A bead of pre-cum forms on his tip, and I swipe my thumb over it.

  Curiosity getting the best of me, I bring the finger to my lips to taste it. I open my mouth, feeling the salty flavor of his cum melting against my tongue. It’s not that bad.

  Jaxon’s eyes are on my mouth, watching as I taste him, his breathing heavier now.

  I look around outside. It’s dark and secluded where we are. Anyone who walks back here would definitely need a flashlight, so I’m sure there’s nobody around other than the cars in front of us.

  Adjusting myself on the seat to face Jaxon, I don’t think about it as I lower my head onto him. He removes one hand from the wheel, giving me the room I need to position myself. I don’t stop until I’m inches away from his erection. Looking up at him, our gazes connect, and his eyes are eager as he tightens the hand on the wheel. I give one long lick along the side of his shaft and kiss his large pink tip.

  He bucks his hips again. “Shit, baby.”

  Grinning, I trail the vein under his shaft with my tongue, feeling the groove along the inside of my lips as I mouth it whole. Releasing his tip with a sudden pop, I fist the base of his erection and take him inside my mouth fully, stroking him with my hand as I guide my head up and down.

  Jaxon relaxes even more, removing his hand from the steering wheel. I struggle to keep my hair out of the way, so he takes it all in one of his hands and holds it back for me as I continue to suck him.

  I hear Jaxon groan out in pleasure as I hollow out my cheeks, trying to put every inch of him in my mouth. I pick up my pace as he gently pushes my head down onto his hard center. I let out a soft moan and feel a slight twitch in my mouth. His other hand caresses my face. “Just like that, Nyx.”

  I squeeze his thigh with my free hand, the pressure between my legs growing more intense.

  “Fuck!” His voice is strained as I relax my jaw, taking him deeper than I have before. He passes into my throat, and my eyes fill with tears from my gag reflex, but I’m lost in the lust and need between us right now.

  The excessive saliva forming in my mouth helps ease his invasion. There’s something wild inside me that’s desperate to break free. Feeling him pulsing inside my mouth, I look up, Jaxon’s eyes watching me as the muscles in his jaw tighten.

  As he thrusts into my mouth, I squeeze him tighter in my hands as I bob up and down as fast as I can. Jaxon groans again, slamming his hand on the side window while the other still holds my hair.

  His hand grips my hair tighter as he holds me still, head flying back, and a burst of warm liquid coats the back of my throat. I attempt to swallow it. Jaxon relaxes his body, and I feel relief now that he isn’t as deep. I release him as I sit back on my seat and swallow what’s left in my mouth.

  I wipe my face with a napkin as I look over at Jaxon. He’s out of breath.

  Who’s delicate now?

  I lean back on my seat, running my hands through my hair, adjusting my clothes. There’s a slight metallic taste in my mouth in addition to the salty one, so I open the overhead mirror to look at my reflection.

  My lips are swollen and red, and my eyes are glassy. I pull my bottom lip down to find a small cut on the inside that I must have gotten from covering my teeth. Small traces of blood form on my finger as I run my thumb across the area.

  I look down at the red stain on my skin and, feeling more confident than I ever have, suck the blood off. I feel Jaxon’s carnal stare on me, so I look down to find he’s fully erect again.

  He leans over to my side of the car, grabbing the back of my neck as his mouth collides with mine. We’re lost in sloppy kisses as I feel his hand slide up my inner thigh, grazing my soaked panties.

  “Now, Nyx. You can’t go and start something like that and expect it to be over already.”

  Jaxon eyes my swollen lips before the tip of his tongue licks along the bottom.

  My body shivers in response. I feel like I’m on fire, and Jaxon’s the gasoline igniting the flames.

  He effortlessly lifts me under my ass and guides me across to the driver’s side to straddle him. His hands squeeze each of my ass cheeks, and I almost cry out when I land on top of him, feeling nothing but his hard form and the sheer material of my tights between us now.

  I instinctively circle my hips, my long hair falling between us, and feel the tingling sensation as he glides across my center.

  I kiss him, devouring his mouth, trying to satisfy the hunger inside me. The seat we’re on slides further away from the steering wheel, and I feel a sudden jolt when the back of it drops, and I fall on top of Jaxon.

  I continue kissing him, sliding back and forth on his erection. My dress has ridden up my stomach, my thighs and ass on display. Jaxon guides me back and forth, squeezing me from behind and releasing my lips to nibble along my exposed neck.

  “I love this fucking dress.” He helps me sit up as he looks down between us where the dress pools on top of my thighs, moving me faster.

  My head falls back as I close my eyes, smirking.

  I knew he’d like it.

  “There’s one problem, though.” He looks down between us. “It’s an easy fix. But you may not like it.” He moves me forward again, and I look at him. Before I can question what he means, Jaxon rips open my tights between my legs, leaving a huge hole reaching my thighs. “I know they’re new, baby. I’ll buy you another pair, I promise.”

  I stare at him, eyes blinking, not giving a shit about anything other than what’s brewing inside me. Jaxon slides my panties to the side with a finger, his other hand still on my ass. I lean over him again, our faces inches from each other.

  Our eyes meet as he brings his other hand around and toys with my sensitive bud. I hold myself up as he slides two fingers inside and pumps them in and out.

  “Jaxon, please.” I’m begging now, and I don’t care. He removes his fingers and places the same hand on my hip, guiding me down onto him, filling me fast.

  “Shit!” I sit up and throw my head back, feeling every single inch of him.

  S
omething about this small space and this angle makes him hit spots inside me he hasn’t before. I grind my hips on him, the tip of him hitting something inside me that has tingles already forming in my abdomen, making me crazed. I raise my hands to the roof of the car and bounce on him as much as I can, feeling my oversized chest mimic my movements.

  Sex is always amazing with Jaxon, but there’s something about tonight that has my body feeling completely out of control.

  I press one hand against the window while the other is still gripping the roof and protecting my head. I bounce faster as Jaxon slips his hand under my dress and moves my bra aside to squeeze one of my breasts, pulling on a nipple in the process. The pinching sensation on my nipple has my insides trembling, and the pressure from my impending orgasm rises.

  The windows of the car slowly fog up, and I close my eyes to await detonation.

  Leaning down, I kiss Jaxon, his tongue massaging mine.

  “I more than love you, Charming,” I whisper into his mouth like it’s a secret nobody else can hear.

  “I more than love you, baby,” he says back between kisses, gently sucking on my lower lip and releasing it.

  The tingles inside me turn into fireworks as I sit up again, holding my breath, and my orgasm shoots through me. My stomach tightens, and my insides contract, almost desperate to remove Jaxon from me. Through the high of my orgasm, he lifts his hips, continuing to thrust inside me.

  Jaxon tenses up, letting out a groan as he releases inside me. A wave of pleasure courses down my spine again as my walls pulse, surprising me when clear liquid expels from my folds, landing on Jaxon’s V line.

  He watches in amazement when more liquid releases with every thrust forward as he slowly guides me back and forth. I can’t resist the overwhelming desire to collapse from the euphoric feeling.

  We sit here silent, breathless, our chests rising and falling together.

  “Holy fuck, that was hot as hell,” Jaxon breathes out, my body still limp as I lean my head on the window.

  He takes a finger, runs it through the liquid, and wraps his lips around to taste it.

  He groans in satisfaction. “You’re my own personal drug, Cameron Nasaro.”

  My upper body finally gives out, and I fall on top of his chest, lying with him still inside me.

  Jaxon brushes his fingers through my hair as I breathe out, “That was something else.” I relax as my chest rises and falls on top of his. “I’ve never done that before.”

  He responds with a cocky tone, “I know. You’re welcome.” I’d be eye-rolling him right now if I had any energy left.

  Jaxon lifts my chin to him and gently kisses my nose, more serious now. Running his hands through my hair, twirling the ends, he says, “Thank you, baby. I needed that.”

  “Next time, it’ll cost ya.”

  He squeezes his arms around me. “Oh, yeah? How much?”

  “We can start with the twenty bucks for these tights.”

  Jaxon tickles my waist, and I burst out in laughter as I jump off him and land back in my seat.

  The ending of the movie is playing as I wipe myself down with some paper towels. I watch as a woman frantically runs through Manhattan looking for this lost love of hers so she can kiss him at midnight on New Year’s Eve.

  I can’t help but be grateful I don’t have to search for my love. I’ll have him with me when the real ball drops.

  Forty-four

  Jaxon

  It’s the last day of the year, the final hours of this exact time in the world, and once it hits midnight, there’s no going back.

  It’s bittersweet, but this year definitely leaned more towards the sweet side. I’m closing out this chapter with a new life, a new daughter, and the love of my life.

  Cameron has brought me happiness I didn’t even realize I was missing. It was like my subconscious knew she was out there and refused to settle on any woman until the first time I saw her standing there in my store. She’s the reason none of my previous relationships have ever worked out.

  The universe waited until the perfect moment to have her walk through those doors.

  Before that night, I questioned where my life was headed. As happy as I was living with Sayeed and Sam, I couldn’t help but feel like a piece of me was missing.

  I never thought that piece would be a petite brunette with the most beautiful dark eyes and ivory skin. I had no idea that my Nyx was walking this earth, a damaged soul like myself, just waiting to be put back together.

  Little does she know she actually saved me. She saved me from a life where I’d never be able to experience real love, the rawest form of emotion you can have for another person. There’s nobody else out there for me. Nobody who can ignite these fires inside me that keep me going- wanting to do better, and be better, for her.

  I’ll stop at nothing to keep this girl happy and replace all of the doubts her parents planted deep inside her mind.

  Not only will this girl be my wife one day, but I’ll do whatever it takes to get her the house she wants- a Victorian-style house, the type she always says she wishes she could live in. If she does want kids, then I’m gonna work tirelessly to give her as many little Jaxons as she’ll allow me to. Enjoying every minute of it, obviously.

  I’d go to war for her, without hesitation.

  The fact I’ve been blessed to meet not only one perfect little lady but two this year makes me that much more grateful. And I’ll love them both until my lungs give out.

  I walk out of my room and make my way down the hall. It’s early Friday morning on New Year’s Eve.

  We don’t have many plans to celebrate tonight, just staying home to watch Dick Clark’s New Year’s Rockin’ Eve.

  I walk past Emersyn’s room and notice she’s still asleep. As I walk into the kitchen, the smell of eggs, bacon, and cheese fills my senses. Cam is putting some type of tray in the oven and closing it.

  She quietly sings along to some music as she moves around the kitchen, and I watch her do her thing before I clear my throat to get her attention.

  She turns around surprised, her cheeks reddening from getting caught singing.

  “Don’t stop on my account. By all means, continue on,” I wave my hand in front of me, gesturing for her to go on. She throws a rag at me, and it falls to the floor by my feet.

  “I’m making a breakfast casserole and some blueberry muffins for us.” She reaches up into the cupboard to grab my mug and places it on the counter next to the coffee maker. I approach her side and grab her waist, pulling her in to kiss the side of her head.

  I take the pot and begin pouring coffee in my mug as she washes the dishes she used for breakfast.

  “Can you do me a favor?” she asks as she dries a bowl with a towel. “Can you go check your car for my keys? For some reason, I can’t find them anywhere.”

  She turns and places the bowl back in the cabinet. I take a sip out of my mug and realize it’s still too hot, so I decide to check the car now so it can cool a bit. Magnet’s circling the kitchen like a shark, and I know damn well the second I step outside Cameron’s gonna feed him.

  I throw on my boots and coat and open the door to head out into the cold.

  Thankfully, I get to park my car right next to Sayeed’s in his alleyway garage next door. I don’t think I’d ever drive my car if I had to deal with finding parking on the street. Walking through the backyard, I press the button to open the garage door. Unlocking the car, I lean into the passenger side to look under the seat but don’t find anything. I climb deeper inside the car and reach over to the driver’s side to look around for her keys, still nothing.

  I check the back and find one of Emersyn’s dolls on the floor, so I pick it up and place it on the seat so I remember to bring it in.

  The sun peeks through the clouds, and light shines through the front of the car. Something silver shimmers on the back seat from the sun hitting it. It’s Cameron’s keys. I snatch them up quickly, satisfied with the short amount of time it t
ook to find them since it’s freezing out.

  As I climb out of the car with my findings, I hear a baby crying, then a blood-curdling scream of my name coming from the backyard.

  “Jaxon!” Cameron screams my name so loud you’d think someone was cutting off a limb.

  I slam the car door hard and run out of the garage, practically falling over my own feet in the short distance to the backyard. My heart is beating a mile a minute, fear infiltrating my system. It only gets worse when I walk into the backyard to find her standing by our front door holding a distraught Emersyn.

  Cameron has her in her arms. She peppers kisses on her head as she bounces her up and down, trying to console her and get her to calm down.

  A scream bellows out of Emersyn unlike any I’ve ever heard before, not even during her night terrors.

  It’s a scream that’s so heartbreaking and powerful there’s only one thing that can cause any baby to reach that level of intensity.

  Pain.

  Forty-five

  Cameron

  I peek outside the kitchen to make sure the door is closed, and Jaxon’s indeed outside. Magnet rubs up on my leg again, and I grab the small bowl from the table, place it on the floor, and he immediately devours his snack.

  “You better not catch any type of feline diabetes, serpent. He’d never forgive me.” I rub his little head as he enjoys his nutty spread.

  I’m not sure if cats can get diabetes, but I know damn well if they can, he’s the perfect candidate. I won’t lie and say it isn’t my fault, because it obviously is.

  I sneak him treats any time I can, and Jaxon argues that too much food will make him obese and put him at higher risk for diseases. I think it’s nonsense; a little dab of peanut butter here and there won’t hurt him.