Page 29 of Jealous God
Jax
You shouldn’t be doing this, youshould notbe doing this. The words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head, but I knew I was going to do it. I knew we were going to do it more specifically. Bad idea or not, this was actually going to happen.
In reality, there had never been any doubt in my mind that we would end up like this. From the very first moment I had set eyes on her, when her perfect breasts had fallen free from her tank top, we were on a one-way path to fuck-ville. Sure, we had fought against it, clashed at every possible opportunity, but it was always going to end up like this.
I knew she expected me to touch her, and I was going to, but first... My fingers found what they were looking for under the foamy water and closed around the washcloth triumphantly. I brought it up over her spine. Elodie didn’t move. She just sat there, her arms about her drawn-up knees as she let me touch her through the soft cloth. Over and over again, I rubbed up and down her back, lost in my own thoughts that it was my own fingers brushing against her.
She felt it as well. I knew she did. I could hear it in the shallow little breaths that she was trying to hide. In the almost imperceptible tremors that rippled through her body. It wasn’t exactly foreplay, but it felt like it was.
Drawing in a lungful of sweetly scented air, I wet the cloth again, dipping it under the suds before bringing it up and along her sides. This time, I didn’t even try to keep the tips of my fingers from skimming across her skin. Up and across her rib cage, the tips of my fingers brushed at the underside of her breasts.
Elodie moaned softly.
The flannel fell from my hands, totally forgotten at the sound of it. What was the point in pretending? Of drawing out the inevitable when we both knew where this was going? And we both wanted it.
Her breast felt full and heavy in my hand as I cupped it. My other hand snaked up under her hair, and I fisted it, drawing her head back so she had no choice but to look into my eyes as I massaged her breast with a need that surprised me. And it did surprise me, because it wasn’t just physical. I felt closer to this woman than any other before her. Even when I knew it was a bad idea, I wanted her. Even when I knew it would all end in tears.
“Tell me to stop,” I growled out between gritted teeth. “Tell me to fucking stop right now.” I yanked her hair back a little more and watched, mesmerised, as her pretty lips fell open in another moan that went straight to my dick. Her telling me to stop was the only way I was going to let go of her now. If she told me to get off her, to never touch her again, then I would respect that. Even if it left me with a raging case of blue balls. But if she didn’t, if she kept looking at me like she was, then all bets were off. I would take everything she had to offer and more. I would fuck her, over and over again, until I ruined her for every other man that came after me.
“Don’t stop.”
I let her words hang between us, so she could recognise the implications of them. Two words that would change her life forever and we both knew it. With my hand still fisted in her hair, I kissed her. Not the kind of kiss I had given her before. It wasn’t friendly and playful like the ones I gave her before I went on stage, and neither was it explorative and tentative. She wasn’t about to pull away from me now, and I knew it. No, this kiss was one of ownership. I demanded she submit to me with my mouth against hers and my tongue in her mouth.
And she did so instantly. Her hands came up to wrap around my throat. Elodie’s mouth was as greedy on mine as my lips were on hers.
Groaning, I lifted her from the water, and she came willingly. Her soft, naked body pressed against mine. Her wet skin soaked the front of my clothes instantly as I pulled her against me, and both my hands curved down the arch of her back to cup her ass. I squeezed. I squeezed hard enough that she tore her mouth from mine and whimpered.
Against my sopping wet jeans, my cock jumped to attention, throbbing and pulsing against the buttons. I needed her against my cock, or even better on it. And I didn’t think I could wait much longer.
Lifting her, I wrapped her legs around my waist, pausing for just a second to revel in the feel of her wet heat pressing against me. She wiggled, riding against the bulge with her eyes half closed, and it was my time to groan. Walking back two steps, I searched for the door that would take us to the bedroom, but my eyes fell on the full-length mirror instead.
The bed might be comfier, but my need to be inside of her body was all-consuming. I couldn’t wait, not when I had waited so long already. Hell, I had never waited so long to be inside a woman. But then again, I had never actually wanted a woman like I wanted her. I slammed her back against it, my arms taking the brunt of the force. Tomorrow I would pay for my impatience, but I didn’t really care.
Using my entire body to hold her in place, I pushed the wet denim down my thighs. Angling my body so I could rub the swollen head of my cock between her glistening folds, I sank into her easily. There was the barest amount of resistance as the engorged head of my cock breached her body. Elodie ripped her lips from mine. Her head fell back against the mirror with a small thwack. I surged forward, filling her completely. Bending my knees, I held her in place as I fucked her.
And it was everything I knew it would be and more. Elodie’s pussy gripped me. Her internal walls fluttered with every thrust I made into her body.
“Fuck,” I growled out, my teeth grazing against her bare shoulder. “Fuck, I’m going to...” How was it possible that I was ready to blow already? Just what kind of magic pussy did she have that I was already fighting back the urge to fill her up with my cum? “Fucking magic pussy.” I bit down on her shoulder hard enough that I knew it would leave a mark.
Elodie giggled. A breathy, girly sound that I had never heard from her before. It went straight to my cock. If she carried on making those kinds of noises with my cock inside of her, I wasn’t going to last long at all.
Slipping from her body, I preened at the needy, disappointed sound she made in the back of her throat. She wanted me back inside of her. But she didn’t have to worry. I wasn’t done with her yet. I wouldn’t be done with her for hours if I had my way. Kicking my jeans from my legs so I wouldn’t trip over, I upended her over my shoulder, giving her ass a slap for good measure.
“Jax?” she squealed when I slapped her as again.
“Oh, don’t worry, Goldilocks, I’m not done with you yet. Not even close.” Walking carefully so I didn’t slip, I headed towards the bedroom that had seemed so far away in my rush to get inside of her. It still seemed far away, but I needed those few seconds to compose myself.
I let her drop and bounce on the middle of the bed, but I didn’t let her body settle before I was on her. Hooking my hands under her knees, I drew her down the bed and lifted her to my mouth in one fluid easy movement. For a second, I stared down at her soft pink folds. She squirmed, not from embarrassment, but from need.
“Such a pretty fucking pussy,” I murmured, glancing up at her slack face, and this time she was embarrassed. Heat blossomed high up on her cheekbones. Using one hand to keep her lifted to me, I parted her with the other. My eyes feasted on her and then I lowered my face, my lips suctioning over her swollen little clit. Elodie bucked, her head falling back as she screamed. I grinned against her, loosening my grip on her sensitive little bud just long enough for her to catch her breath before I did it again.
“I’m going to make this magic little pussy mine, Elodie.” I didn’t know why such nonsense was coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t stop the words from spewing forth. And she seemed to like them. Hell, she seemed to like everything I was doing to her. Curling my tongue over her clit, I teased it some more, and Elodie’s hands came to tangle in my hair. Greedily, she rubbed her pussy against my face, riding me as she tried to take what she needed from me.
I would give it to her, I would give her all of it.
She no longer had a choice about that.
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