by E. L Friel
‘Maybe I need to fuck you with my tongue some more,’ Jax said with a smile.
His words sent a bolt of pleasure running all the way down Ariel’s spine, a gush of wetness spilled between her legs. She was so slick that she didn’t doubt that even with his generous-sized manhood he could slide inside her with no resistance.
Before she could answer him he was back between her legs, using his thumb to trace circles on her clit while his fingers parted her slit and then slid inside her. She arched her back at the feeling as he eased his way gradually inside her. He stroked and pressed all her secret spots and then started to move in and out of her with increasing speed. Ariel grabbed hold of a pillow as wave after wave of ecstasy started to build.
She wanted him inside her. Oh God, it was all she could do not to grab for him, not to beg him to fuck her. She bit her tongue and tried to move her hips away from his expert fingers, but he won’t have it. He held her tight, sliding his fingers into her faster and faster. She tipped her head back and heard herself moan in total abandon but just as she was about to fall over the edge into the sweetest, darkest oblivion she’d ever known he stopped. The bastard just stopped, leaving her panting and almost crying out in frustration. She wanted to hit him, to scream in anger, but she was too spent to move, still floating on a wave of pleasure. Dimly she was aware she hadn’t even come yet.
Jax waited a few seconds then brushed her clit once more. She bucked and cried out.
‘Say it,’ he smiled.
‘What?’ Ariel growled, feeling her clitoris swelling, reaching for his fingers.
‘Say you want me.’
Ariel glared at him but he just smiled and passed his thumb over her clit one more time. She drew in an agonizingly sharp breath as a wave of pleasure darted through her.
Taking her hips in his hands, Jax raised her up, kneeling between her legs. His cock was hard and glistening. The sight of it almost pushed her over the edge. When he touched it against her clit Ariel gasped, rolling her head into the pillow. Tears pricked the back of her eyes. How did he get so much power over her? She wasn’t going to beg. He had to be kidding. She had never begged a man to sleep with her. It had always been the other way around.
‘Tell me you want me to fuck you.’
Ariel glowered at him some more but she could feel her resistance faltering. He pushed the end of his swollen cock against her opening. She arched to meet him, the swollen lips of her sex parting as she stretched her legs as wide as they would go to accept him.
An unholy hunger took hold of her. She wanted Jax Sayer more than she’d ever wanted any man. Even Saul. Her heart pounded in her chest. She felt like she was about to come at any second but she wanted him inside her before she did. She needed him inside her before she did.
‘Fuck me!’ she yelled, unable to fight it any longer.
Jax pressed the head of his cock between her lips, teasing her. He circled his hips and Ariel jerked and moaned in ecstasy and wretched anticipation.
Jax pushed the tip of his cock inside her. She was so wet and he was so hard, aching so much to plunge inside her tight sweet shaft, that it was taking every ounce of will power he had to hold back, to take his time. He needed to hear her tell him to fuck her. He needed her permission, to know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She had no idea what a turn on it was to see her naked, writhing beneath him, her breasts tilted up, her nipples hard buds. His cock swelled at her opening, come rising up his shaft.
Ariel’s eyes were half-closed and dark with desire. She was trembling. He’d brought her to the very edge. Her muscles were quivering. Her legs were parted wide, giving him an unrivalled view of her gushing pink slit and the rosebud of her clit, which seemed to swell in anticipation of his touch. It was impossible to tear his eyes off her opening to admire the rest of her perfect body. He couldn’t believe he had her in his bed, that he was going to take her, that she was offering herself to him so completely. He was shaking so badly from desire that it was taking an act of enormous will power to stop himself from plunging inside her and savoring her depths.
He slid his hands around her soft ass. God, he wanted her. He circled his hips, feeling her wetness coating the top of his cock just like her mouth had done earlier. At the memory of her taking him whole into her mouth, he felt another spurt, his cock swelling to bursting point. But he wanted to come inside her, the desire to fuck her and make her come was the only thought in her head.
‘Say please,’ he said, his fingers caressing her ass.
Oh God, oh no. She was not going to say please. She had already told him to fuck her. But his fingers stroked the edges of her slit, teasing her, tantalizing her, and his cock was right there, pressing just slightly into her opening, stretching her and the ache inside her was so intense she couldn’t think of anything but him pushing into her and making the ache go away. He pulled out a fraction of an inch and the sense of loss was so great, the disappointment so cutting, that she lost all sense of who she was, all control over her words, every coherent thought vanishing from her mind. She just knew one thing. She needed him. She needed him inside her. ‘Please,’ she cried.
And just like that, he thrust inside her with one hard, fast stroke. Ariel almost exploded out of her skin, letting out a cry of surprise and total surrender. Jax pulled out and she let out a whimper. No!
He entered her again, gently this time, and then stopped, letting himself swell into her, stretching her, pushing all the way until he couldn’t go any further. Oh God! Light splintered at the edge of her vision. Her arms wrapped around Jax’s neck. She pulled him down on top of her, wanting to feel his weight crushing her, pressing her into the bed. ‘Fuck me,’ she whispered into Jax’s ear. ‘Please.’
Her breath in his ear, her pleas, her moans, pushed Jax to the edge. He gathered her in his arms and drove into her with increasing frenzy, feeling her tighten and clench around his shaft. He wanted to bury himself in her completely and was surprised and amazed that she was able to take the full length of him. It was like she’d been made for him. She opened herself to him completely, enveloping every inch of his shaft. He felt his testicles tightening as his seed gathered, ready to burst inside of her. Oh God! He could stay like this forever, buried in her warmth. Stroking his thumb across her clitoris she let out a guttural cry. The pressure grew unbearable, come climbed up his shaft. He had to force himself to pull out so he wouldn’t orgasm before she did. Ariel lifted her hips, moaning, her eyes closed, and when she opened them she seemed only half-conscious. She was on the edge too. When her eyes met his, he drove into her once more.
He gathered her in his arms and pounded into her again and again, faster and faster, sweat gathering across his chest. Ariel’s body enveloped him, squeezed him. She threw back her head and with two more strokes she was tumbling over the edge into blissful oblivion with a cry so loud it startled her and made her throat raw. With two more strokes she felt Jax empty himself into her in a hot burst.
Another wave of ecstasy picked her up and carried her over a second edge at the feel of his cock throbbing, the come spurting inside her. Her muscles contracted around his shaft, and she felt him shaking as he collapsed down on top of her, his weight crushing but oh so bearable. Her legs were spasming, little electric shocks dancing all the way from her clitoris to her toes. She lay there, with Jax’s hot breath against her neck, his hands tangled in her hair, the weight of his chest pressing her down into his bed and only after several minutes did she feel her heart rate start to slow.
Shit. As Jax lay there on top of her unmoving, and gradually she felt herself returning to her body, Ariel squeezed her eyes shut and grimaced. She couldn’t believe he had made her beg. She couldn’t believe she had begged. Heat washed over her. Oh God. Embarrassment came in thick, fast waves. Furious, she maneuvered her hands beneath Jax’s chest and heaved him off her. He slid out of her still throbbing pussy, and the ache returned instantly, the desire to have him inside her giving her a sense of what addict
s must feel when they need a fix. Ignoring the throbbing feeling and Jax’s hands, which tried to pull her back onto the bed, Ariel stood up.
Delicious aftershocks raced through her body. She could still feel him inside her pussy. And trickling down her leg. Damn. She should have thought about protection. She couldn’t catch human diseases but she could get pregnant. She wasn’t on the pill. Another thing to be mad at him about. But then again she had been begging him. Urgh, she was livid with herself.
She grabbed for her jeans from the floor, noting the ripped scrap of lace lying on the rug. Damn. Jax had by now rolled onto his side and she was aware he was watching her dress. She cut a glance in his direction. He was staring at her through heavy lids, a line of confusion creasing between his eyes. A fine coating of sweat was making his skin glisten. She stopped her gaze from falling to his cock. Instead she turned away and started pulling on her jeans. She’d just have to go commando. But where were her T-shirt and bra?
‘Leaving so soon?’ Jax asked.
‘Things to do,’ she answered, keeping her back to him. Her cheeks were flaming and she didn’t want him to see. Also, she was afraid if she turned back around the sight of him would make her want to crawl back into bed and nestle up against him.
‘I thought we could go another round,’ he said.
She whipped around then to face him, a sarcastic comment on her lips about doubting he could get it up again so soon but she saw that his cock was already stirring. Holy shit. The sight of it drew an answering ache from deep within her.
‘If you beg again, I might let you go on top next time,’ Jax added with a grin.
Instantly Ariel’s eyes narrowed to slits and she pulled on her boots. ‘There isn’t going to be a next time,’ she snapped, snatching a shirt from the back of a chair. She threw it on, glaring at him defiantly as she did up the buttons. Much to her annoyance this only seemed to spur him on and his shaft stiffened even more. It was hard not to stare.
Jax laughed under his breath and anger scored through her veins. Suddenly though he was on his feet, striding towards her. Ariel moved quickly to the door and marched out onto the landing. She practically sprinted down the stairs, heading for the front door, pausing only to snatch up her jacket from the sofa where she’d left it.
By the time she reached the front door Jax was standing in front of it, blocking her exit. He’d put on some boxers thank God so at least she didn’t have to be distracted by his nakedness. She ignored him completely and tried to open the door, but he had some complicated lock system and she couldn’t figure it out. Finally she gave up. ‘Open the door,’ she demanded, glaring at the wall.
Jax drew in a long breath then finally, without saying a word, he leaned past her to unlock the door. She got a hit of his scent mingled with the pungent smell of sex and her stomach flipped over. The solid heat of him was so inviting she almost wondered what she was doing running away. Almost. Jax’s arm stayed on the door handle, blocking Ariel against the wall. He waited until she looked up at him. He was staring at her with an expression she couldn’t read. It seemed like he was laughing at her. There was a flare of challenge in his eyes, but also what looked weirdly like tenderness combined with a deeper-seated disappointment.
Damn him, she thought, he might think he’d won the battle, but he hadn’t won the war. She yanked open the door and walked out without even a backwards glance in Jax Sayer’s direction.
Chapter 8
Ariel stepped out the shower, grabbed a towel from the overflowing laundry bin, and stood in front of the mirror scowling at her own reflection. It had been three days since she’d left Jax Sayer’s house but not even a dozen hot showers in that time could banish the feel of his hands running over her body. It was as if he had scored the memory of himself onto her skin like a tattoo. She couldn’t erase the memory of his lips or his tongue either. But most annoyingly she couldn’t erase the feeling of him inside her. She ached for him with a constant, throbbing ache, a longing that wouldn’t go away, and the knowledge of that, combined with the fact he had made her beg for him, made her hate him all the more.
On top of all that she was pissed that he hadn’t bothered to call. She realized that was ironic. But the fact was she had helped him. The deal had been that he was supposed to help her back. OK, so they hadn’t dealt with those Suckers exactly, but she had got him out of there alive. He owed her for that. And time was running out. Her debt was due. She was expecting a visit any day now. She was going to head to Jimmy’s tonight and find out if there were any new bounties and was praying that there were. Briefly her mind flew to the Suckers under the pier. She’d thought of them a few times but hadn’t wanted to dwell for too long, she had enough on her plate after all. She figured she’d ask around at Jimmy’s though later, see what people knew.
She’d heard some gossip, not much, but word on the street was that there were way more Suckers than normal in town, and that they were way more badass. It was like the cockroach had become king of the jungle overnight. Ariel sighed though and scowled sternly at her reflection. Really, Suckers were the least of her problems. As was Jax Sayer. She needed to get some perspective. Ever since he’d walked into her life things had become a lot more complicated.
Just as she was towel drying her hair there was a loud knock on the door. Instantly she crossed to the nightstand and grabbed her knife. Another knock rattled the doorframe. Shit. If it was Rasa’s people come to collect she was in trouble. She had thought she had another day to repay her debt.
Damn it. She walked to the door, still deciding what to do. Ignoring the knocking and pretending she wasn’t home seemed like the best bet. But the last time she’d done that they’d kicked in her front door and her bedroom door and trashed the place. She’d only just managed to escape out the bathroom window. She didn’t usually run from problems but confronting two Chameleon demons who were hell bent on extracting the loan plus interest hadn’t seemed like the wisest decision. Anyway, that visit had just been a warning visit. The next one would be the one where they got physical.
Ariel edged behind the door wondering whether she should try the bathroom window route again but just then she felt a tightening sensation in her gut. Her pulse quickened and the yawning ache inside her grew, a gnawing that wouldn’t let up. She closed her eyes and grimaced. It was Jax. Even before she heard his voice through the door she sensed him. Her heart flew into her mouth and started thumping loudly. Damn it. What was he doing at her place? How did he even know where she lived?
‘Ariel?’ he called through the door. His voice was deeper, huskier than she remembered, layered with concern. But even the sound of it was enough to raise the hairs on the back of her neck and make her stomach flip over and tie itself into knots. She wasn’t the kind of girl who was given to attacks of the butterflies but she was definitely feeling them now. ‘I know you’re in there,’ he said. ‘I can hear you.’
Damn it. He had sensitive hearing, even for a Blade. She put her knife down and ran a hand through her tangled, wet hair. Tightening the knot in her towel she drew a breath and yanked open the door, greeting Jax with the coldest, most indifferent expression she could muster. At the sight of him however, her stomach started somersaulting, her mouth went dry and she was pretty sure her indifferent expression faltered. He was leaning casually against the doorjamb wearing a dark gray hooded sweater, the same jeans he’d worn the other night, and a black T-shirt.
Ariel kept her body firmly wedged in the doorway, barring his entry.
‘Hey,’ Jax said, his gaze falling to her bare legs before flitting to her face. He wasn’t smiling and she noted with surprise that he looked nervous.
‘What are you doing here?’ Ariel asked, rapidly trying to calculate her options. She couldn’t let him inside. Her place was almost a big a dive as The Spithound. If she had known he was just going to show up unannounced like this she would have cleaned up. Maybe. Or at least tried to. It wasn’t that she was lazy, she’d just had no time, and also
the place had been trashed so entirely by Rasa’s henchmen she didn’t even know where to start. It had seemed easier to just ignore it. The odds were that if she tidied up they’d only come back and trash it again.
‘Figured we should talk,’ Jax answered with a shrug.
Talk? About what?
‘And maybe we could go out hunting again,’ he added with a suggestive smile.
Ariel gave him a look.
‘You can choose the target this time,’ he said, giving her an easy smile that transported her instantly back to his bedroom, to the expression on his face when he had stood over her, teasing her, demanding that she beg him.
‘How did you find out where I live?’ she demanded, trying to push the memory away. She guarded her privacy tightly and she hated being surprised.
Jax smiled, looking a little embarrassed. ‘I followed you back here the other night,’ he said with an apologetic shrug.
Ariel stared at him dumbfounded. ‘What?’ She had called a taxi from his place after slamming the door on him. She’d had no idea he was following her. ‘Are you stalking me?’ she asked.
Jax looked affronted. He shook his head. ‘No. I just wanted to make sure you were safe.’ Color infused his cheeks. She’d never seen him blush before. She could get used to it.
‘I can look after myself,’ Ariel answered gruffly, though truthfully she was processing his words and confusion was starting to muddle her synapses. Why would he follow her? She wasn’t used to anyone giving a damn about her safety and she sure as hell wasn’t comfortable with it. The last time someone had tried to watch her back they’d ended up dead. She didn’t want to be responsible for anyone else dying because they’d been stupid enough to try looking out for her. She could look out for herself. But Jax was a Blade, Ariel reminded herself. And Saul had just been human. It was entirely different.