by Andrea Tyse
“Yes, just like that,” He groaned in bliss, "keep looking at me like that."
Her head bobbed on his cock taking him deeply all the while she looked him in the eyes. Emma moaned and flicked her tongue over his weeping cock when she felt his muscled thighs get tight.
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Emma was getting turned on by Jax’s pleasure alone. Popping him out of her mouth again Emma told him so and then returned to sucking his dick deep into her mouth almost to the back of her throat more easily this time. Looking into his eyes as he’d demanded, Emma returned to sucking on the head of his cock with a little smile titling her lips when she felt Jax’s dick throb.
Jax closed his eyes and exploded in her mouth. Cum shot into her hot mouth over and over, Emma kept going until he pulled his sensitive cock from her lips spent.
Her blue eyes wide with excitement she asked, "Was that ok? It's the first time I've ever touched a cock. I'll need a lot of practice to get good at it."
"Yes, lots and lots of practice is fine with me," he laughed softly.
Jax hugged her close then flipped Emma onto her back. Quickly Jax shoved his hand down her loose shorts in the front and his large fingers went right under Emma’s panties into the sweetest, wettest little pussy he'd ever touched.
She wasn't prepared for the touch, but he kissed her hard as he slid his fingers between her bare lips and delved into her heat.
She quickly relaxed when Jax gentled his touch and said, "Shh Emma it's ok, just let me touch you. Oh god, baby you’re all hot and wet. You really did like giving me head, didn’t you?"
Emma didn’t answer because Jax found her clit and started rubbing it quickly.
Jax didn’t really ease her into an orgasm, but went at it full tilt, a hard fast rhythm that had her arching up against his hand and almost shoving him away from her.
Latching on to one of her nipples Emma amped up when Jax pushed a cleaver finger into her virgin hole. She was embarrassed with her wetness, but Jax seemed to love it.
"Does this feel good?" Emma wasn't sure if good was how she felt, but she nodded anyway, beyond speech. Jax was half on top of her. The words coming from his mouth made her cream on his fingers. Emma had never imagined Jax touching her like this, or saying the things he was. How much he loved her tight little pussy as he pushed another finger inside of her. So much pressure was building, warmth was gathering in Emma’s belly, and her pussy, especially where Jax touched her. She could feel all the little sparks of pleasure spike around her clit where he was repeatedly rubbing.
"I want to see you totally naked."
Emma’s body got tense and Jax licked and bit at her breast while working her hard toward climax. It hit her and her whole body tensed and then shuddered. Pleasure radiated out from Jax’s big cleaver fingers. Her belly pooled with warmth. Jax quickly delved lower into her small hole and began stretching her flesh as she squeezed on his fingers below.
"I want to fuck you so badly." He retreated from her over sensitive body but kept kissing her as she came down.
"You practically purr when you cum,” Jax said kissing her from her lips to her ear, he whispered, "And I liked it." Emma watched with a stunned expression as Jax popped his fingers in his mouth cleaning her off them.
Jax smiled as he slowly slid down her body, “if you liked that then you are really gonna like this.”
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Jax woke up to Emma crawling over his body. He reached up and grabbed her just in time to have her straddling his growing morning erection.
“Where you going?” Jax asked his voice deep from sleep. Watching her breasts as she wiggled on top of him trying to get out of his hold and pull her shirt down over her breasts at the same time.
“I need to get home before my dad wonders where I am.” That was enough to distract him from the thoughts of pulling her top off and finishing what they had started hours earlier. Jax had only been able to eat her little pussy out once before she had drifted off to sleep with a satisfied smile on her lips.
His frown deepened, “I don’t like the idea of you having to sneak around,” his fingers tightened, “especially in your own home.”
Emma tried to smooth his worry with a pale hand, she couldn’t believe Jax really cared but it seemed like he did. She couldn’t understand what had changed in him, Jax was still pushy, still arrogant, still thought the world revolved around him, but as Emma leaned forward and kissed him gently on his lips she thought maybe, and just maybe he actually did like her. A little bit.
She smiled as she pulled back and said, “One day I’ll be free of this, I’m saving up money to move out on my own. Until then I have to play by my dad’s rules.”
His scowl didn’t lessen as she expected, but she had to get a move on so she rolled off him and got her clothes straightened. Jax got up as well but just stood there naked. Emma looked at him, men just didn’t view nakedness the same as women did. It was like he was unaware of it at all. She went down stairs to the front door but stopped when Jax bumped into her from behind.
Turning around, Jax was a sight.
Standing there in front of the doorway, Jax had an adorable grumpy look on his face. Emma slid her eyes lower, stopping at all her favorite parts. The Adam’s apple, his muscular hairless chest, that v that slashed across the hips. As nice as all that was Jax looked like he was sleeping on his feet.
“Jax,” she waved a hand in front of his face.
He made a noise like a grunt as an answer and she said cheerily, “You’re still naked.”
Jax looked down and snapped out of the trance he was in. Slowly a wicked smile curved his lips as he started toward her. Emma read his intent in that expression and started to back away from him toward the door.
“Not much of a morning person?” Emma said a little nervously as her back hit the door and she started to reach for the doorknob. Emma couldn’t look away from Jax’s intense dark eyes as he placed both hands on either side of her head. He bent close to her, crowding her a little against the door. Jax lifted a hand from the door and ran it lightly over her ear, down the side of her neck to toy with the collar of her shirt. Emma was pretty sure he enjoyed using his size and closeness to make her nervous.
“You could still stay and play house with me.” Emma could feel her determination melt away at the gravely sound of his voice. If Jax sounded like this every time he woke up she was going to have a seriously hard time being a good girl.
“I’ve got to go.” Emma inwardly groaned at the lack of conviction in her tone and quickly added, in a more firm tone, “You have to get the house cleaned up before your parents get home anyway. So it’s a good time for me to escape after party cleaning duty.” Emma said with a mischievous smile.
Jax leaned down and whispered in her ear, “I could make cleaning duty a lot of fun.” Emma’s heart started to pound, he was so intense sometimes, the way he would look at her. Slowly Emma slid below his arm and scooted away from him. Jax just watched her, his eyes following her nervous movements.
“Aren’t your parents due home today?” Emma reminded him while she tried to nudge him out of the way to get to the door. “I mean I doubt they would appreciate finding you naked in your hallway if they came home early.”
“I’d never live it down.” Jax said as he opened the front door standing buck naked out in the open. He pushed Emma out with a slap her on her ass. Emma took the reprieve and quickly moved off the porch toward her house.
“Call me tonight.” Jax yelled as he watched Emma walk toward her front door. She turned to wave at him and noticed the mailman was standing on the sidewalk shaking his head as Jax turned around slapped his bare butt and slammed the door shut.
The mailman walked up to her and handed her mail, “Did you see that?” he asked. Emma nodded and the mailman laughed and said something like, “You kids these days,” as he walked away.
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Jax went directly from mooning the mailman to watching Emma collect her mail from the kitchen window and then sa
fely make it inside her house.
Still sporting an erection, Jax went to the shower and fisted his cock in his hand, squeezing it, getting it wet. He stroked himself to ejaculation thinking of Emma’s mouth and pussy. He thought about how Emma looked when she was sleeping next to him in the middle of the night. The feel of her soft breath across his chest as she had nuzzled him in her sleep. Jax had never woken up next to a girl sober before. Normally he would have left in the middle of the night. The few time’s he’d ever snuck a girl into his parent’s house in the past, Jax had made sure they were long gone before morning. Having Emma sleeping there, her arm across his body, had felt right to him.
Jax’s little virgin was tight and sweet. A primitive streak inside of him clawed to the surface when Jax had felt that little barrier inside of her while Emma came on his fingers. Jax wanted to thrust his cock deep inside of her but held off, he want only pleasure for the first time he touched her, no pain.
Jax knew he shouldn’t be surprised but he was, surprised he was glad Emma was all his. No one had ever really been his alone. He hadn’t dated a lot of girls who cared one way or another about their own virginity so it made hers special to him.
Special because he was going to be the guy, Jax didn’t know when and didn’t know why but deep down he knew this was it for him. Maybe Jax was a little young to feel this way at just twenty, but deep in his bones he saw a future of them in a house together with little arrogant bastards that looked just like him. It was funny, most guys get to college and all they can think about is getting into every girls panties they could find. The only pussy Jax wanted had been living next door all this time.
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Emma’s head bounced off the wall, blood exploding from a cut above her eye.
“You’re a fucking tramp, just like your whore mother.” Her father backhanded Emma and split her lip as he stood shaking over her. Emma’s momentarily happy life shattered inch by inch.
“Daddy,” was all she got out before his fist connected again, this time making her ear ring.
“Your mother used to hide money from me. Said it was for my own good. I know what’s best for me. This is my house and you are my daughter, I’m not having you turn into a lying cheating whore just like her.” Her father shouted as spittle started to run down his chin, “God, help me, I’ll teach you the consequences of hiding things from me.”
One of Emma’s eyes hurt so bad she couldn’t open it, but her other one was wide open in terror watching her daddy as he picked something off the floor he’d thrown in her face when she’d walked in the door. Slowly backing away from her father Emma moved toward the kitchen. If she could make it to the back door she was running to Jax. She needed Jax. She needed him right now.
“See this ten dollar bill?” the old man said menacingly as he approached her, Emma raised a hand to protect her head as he grabbed her by the hair and yanked her face up toward him.
Then he tried to shove the ten dollar bill in Emma’s mouth. Tears welled in her eyes from the stinging pain on her scalp.
“Whore’s only love money. Like your mama did, she took off with some rich old man to be his whore.” Her father laughed cruelly as Emma futility tried to jerk away from him, crying out as he ripped chunks of her hair out by pulling her close to him again. “Whore’s eat money like other people eat food. Is that what you want? That kind of life? Is this what you want?” He started to pinch Emma’s chin with his free hand that held the bill. Emma squealed as pain shot through her jaw. Kicking back at him, she landed a kick square at his knee. He dropped her momentarily and Emma scrambled away. He was quickly right behind her. Emma heard her shirt tear as her dad whipped her around and landed a slap across her face so hard she saw stars.
Emma slid to the floor, her body instinctively rolling into a fetal position when he landed his vicious first kick. She cried but she didn’t beg him to stop anymore. The smell of stale beer and liquor filled her nose as daddy punched and kicked, the stream of unintelligible words like a man possessed spewed out at her. Then she was beyond hearing.
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Waking up stiff and sore was not entirely new to Emma. Rolling to her back she stared up at the kitchen ceiling. A beeping noise snapped her out of her momentary daze. Pulling the phone out of her pocket Emma saw she had been out for several hours.
Having no clue where her dad was, Emma hoped he was gone. She could hear a TV playing in the living room so he might have stumbled off to sleep his drunk off there.
Silencing the phone Emma flipped toward the texts she had received while passed out. They were all from Jax.
At first they were sweet then they turned suspicious and demanding, “Where r u?”
Emma wanted to text him, “help” or “come get me” but instead she just fisted her phone, got to her knees and then her feet using the wall to help. Slowly creeping upstairs to her room, Emma all but collapsed onto her mattress. Tears leaked out of her eyes and into her ears and downward, Emma was afraid. Afraid that Jax would get in trouble if he found out what her dad did.
She didn’t want her dad to get in trouble either because Emma loved him. How fucked up was that? What did that make her? This was all going to go badly, she thought.
If she could just keep it together long enough Emma could make enough money and get out. No one would get in trouble, Jax wouldn’t know how fucked up she was and then maybe he would still be into her.
Jax didn’t strike Emma as someone who would take being blown off lightly, but she didn’t have a lot of options. Calling the police was not going to work. Daddy would get in trouble for a few days then probably be out within a week. Emma just wanted out, away from all this. Going to the hospital was going to take a day or two. Fearing that her daddy might not let her go was in the back of her mind. He didn’t know about the phone she had. Dread was crawling its way into Emma’s chest. She hurt so bad, she just wanted to lay there and die. It did occur to Emma that maybe she wasn’t thinking rationally. Maybe making any decisions right now was a bad idea. But Emma had to make a plan. Making the best of a bad situation wasn’t working. In the mean time she would ignore Jax and get the hell out of town when she could.
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Y won’t u talk to me?
Where r u?
U home?
U sleepin?
Then Jax stopped texting her for two whole days. Emma cried and clutched the phone to her until finally he broke the silence.
I tried to see u but ur dad told me u hated me and to leave u alone?
The next text was
WTF....
Calling in sick the last two days at work, Emma was pretty sure that Jax would have checked there to see what was going on only to find that she was talking to them, but not him. Emma was scared, more scared then she’d ever been. She hurt so bad that moving from the bathroom to her bed was excruciating. Her ribs protesting violently to every breath and movement she made. She moved like an old woman hunched over and slow.
Emma had tried to make one attempt to leave the house to go to the emergency room, but her dad had stood at the bottom of the stairs blocking the landing. Being too stiff and sore to fight, Emma turned around and went back to her room.
She thought that all her Dad’s anger had been from finding out Emma had stayed the night at Jax’s house, but instead he hadn’t even noticed she was gone all night. Looking at the ripped up books, flipped over mattress and clothes strewn all over the place, it looked like someone had tossed the place. Fuzzy images of coming home that night flashed in her mind, images of her dad throwing her favorite book in her face and screaming about her leaving him.
Emma could remember running for the kitchen on instinct as he snatched her by the back of the head. Assuming from the destroyed state of her room, her dad had found her get away money when he went through Emma’s things looking for booze money. The smell of alcohol would forever sicken her stomach.
Jax probably hated her now. It was probably for the best that he didn’t get involved in thi
s drama, he had a good life. He didn’t need the trash from next door complicating things for him. He was going places, she was going nowhere.
Looking down at the little slim black phone Emma popped the battery out of the back. She crept over to the small pile of her things on the floor she’d been able to salvage and hid it in case her dad came back looking for something to pawn or trade. Emma returned to her mattress and lay down with her back to the window.
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A hand covered her mouth. Cringing at first, Emma relaxed as she saw Jax hovering above her in the dark of her room. He released her lips and slowly, gently bent down and kissed a little bruise on the side of her face.
Jax took in her condition with one glance then got up and started shoving Emma’s stuff into garbage bags. He went to her window and dropped the bags containing everything Emma owned out into the night air.