Jax the Fighter

by Laura Day

  “Come here,” he had told her, and it hadn’t even crossed her mind to resist him.

  The feel of his hands on her legs was gentler than she had expected. She loved how he explored her, how softly he touched her—as though he thought she was breakable. But it wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted more; she wanted him to take her, to unravel her, to break her. She wanted the animal in Jax; she wanted the wildness that she had sensed in him the first time she had seen him fight.

  She had waited patiently, as he had pushed his fingers inside her. The thrill of expectation had filled her up, and she understood what he was doing. He was teasing her, he was playing with her, prolonging the moment before he finally entered her. She had closed her eyes and forced the world to fade away until all she was aware of was his fingers inside her.

  The thing that excited Maple the most was Jax’s piercing. She remembered it vividly from the night they first had sex in the squalor of the gym’s bathroom. Tonight was different however; the energy that surrounded the both of them was different. They had a relationship now; they had shared conversation and personal details. There was an intimacy between them that had not been there the first time. It heightened everything; it made everything more sensual, more erotic, and more intoxicating.

  As he had sucked at her nipples, Maple had felt her own need to touch him escalate. She reached out slowly and unzipped him. He was already hard and ready; she could see the black piercing that sat at the shaft of his penis. The sight of it thrilled her until she could feel her own moistness amp up, as desire coursed through her. There was something primal, almost feral, about it. It marked him as someone who was fearless.

  She ran her fingers up and down his penis, until she had wrapped her hand around it, moving up and down in movements that grew steadily faster. She had the satisfaction of seeing his head fall back and his eyes close as she continued to touch him. Her fingers hesitated around his piercing; she wanted him to be inside her. She wanted to feel the intensity of that piercing inside her.

  Almost as though he had read her thoughts, Jax grabbed her suddenly by the waist and swung her from between his legs onto the table he had been sitting at. Gasping for breath, Maple leaned against the cool hardness of the table as he spread her legs and entered her roughly. She cried out as he pushed inside her, and she felt how large he was. She could feel the Prince Albert piercing; it added another depth of pleasure that had Maple choking on her own screams.

  Maple remembered thinking that Jax fucked like he fought. That was never truer than tonight. He seemed out of control, uninhibited, and completely animalistic. He pumped away at her until all she could do was grip the sides of the table and bite her tongue to keep from screaming. The way that Jax fucked her made Maple feel as though he wanted something from her. His hands grew suddenly rough, as he explored her body; his movement grew more aggressive, more determined.

  He pulled her upright so that their faces were only a breath apart. His lips were everywhere, on her mouth and her tongue, on her neck and in her ear, and all the while he never slowed down. He kept ramming into her, as though he expected something from her. Breathless, Maple fell back against the hardness of the cold table that she lay on, as Jax gripped her hips and fucked her forcefully. Then he bent his head to her chest and took a nipple into his mouth. Maple arched her back, trying to savor the moment, but she already knew there was too much in that one moment to contain.

  The feel of him inside her was amazing; she could feel the size of him, the length of him, the piercing that made him feel even larger. As the pleasure inside her mounted, Maple realized she wasn’t going to be able to hold in her impassioned moans of pleasure. The next time he rammed into her she heard her own scream of ecstasy. She tried to bury the sounds that were threatening to run out of her, but that was impossible to do whenever she felt him deep inside of her.

  As his furious pace increased, Maple couldn’t hold in her gasps and moans any longer. He forced her into losing herself in the moment, and it felt brilliant. Without a choice, Maple abandoned all sense of self-consciousness, as she writhed under him, gasping in pleasure and screaming without shame.

  She could feel his body respond to her scream. She could feel his delight at her release, and only then did Maple realize what he had wanted from her. She wrapped her hands around his head, keeping him at her breasts. His head was smooth and perfectly shaped. His tongue circled her nipple in quick teasing strokes, and Maple marveled at how instinctively he knew what to do in order to please her.

  He was so sure of himself, so confident. Maple didn’t kid herself; she understood that his confidence was borne out of years of practice and dozens of women. Strangely, that didn’t bother her. She didn’t care how many women had come before her. She didn’t even think about how many women might come after. All she was concerned with was the present, and that was a luxury that had not been afforded to Maple in a long time.

  The most amazing part of it was how easy it was to forget. Maple forgot that she was a drug addict with a bad past. She forgot that she was living in her car and eating out of cans. She forgot that her future was bleak and that her face was scarred. She forgot everything that usually weighed heavily on her mind. All she could remember was that Jax had touched her face as though it were a privilege. All she could remember was that he had looked at her as though she were beautiful. It was as she came, with her body convulsing in harmony with his, that Maple actually believed for a moment, that it might be true.

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  Book 2 of the Fighting Dirty trilogy, JAX THE KILLER, is available now at bookstores everywhere! Go check it out!