Page 79 of Puck Tease
"Now," he said, his voice a low command. "Together."
He thrust hard, a deep, powerful drive. His hand stroked fast, a relentless rhythm.
The combination was immediate, overwhelming.
"Jax!"
He fucked the cum right out of me.
I lost it.
It was a full body release. My whole frame locked up, then detonated. Cock jerked like a hammer, blasting thick ropes across both our stomachs while my vision whited out and every muscle seized. I clamped down hard around him, greedy, rhythmic pulses ripping through me, sucking at his shaft like I was trying to yank his load out by force.
Jax groaned, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through my chest. He drove one last time, deep and heavy, a final, powerful thrust, and poured himself into me.
He collapsed forward, his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress. He rested his forehead on my chest, carefully avoiding the gold championship ring that had slid to the side.
We lay there, tangled limbs, heavy breathing, the sunlit room silent except for the frantic thrum of our hearts. Spent.
"Don't move," he whispered, his voice muffled against my skin. "Not yet."
I didn't want to move. A deep, profound peace settled over me, a melting into the mattress, into him. I wanted to stay here forever.
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We checked out precisely at 11:00 AM.
The lobby was still crowded, though a quieter hum had replaced last night's roar. As we walked through, heads snapped. Conversations died. Whispers rippled through the hotel guests.
That's him.
That's Carter.
That's the guy.
Jax didn't spare them a glance. His face was hidden behind dark sunglasses, his championship hat pulled low. He carried his gear bag slung casually over one shoulder, its weight seeming to settle easily on his powerful frame.
And with his other hand, he held mine.
He didn't hide it. He didn't drop it. His fingers interlaced with mine, a firm, undeniable grip. He squeezed, a silent reassurance, a public claim.
We walked out the front doors, into the waiting black SUV that would take us to the airport.
Tyler was waiting by the curb with Mills. They looked like ghosts, their faces pale, their movements slow and deliberate. Tyler, like Jax, wore sunglasses, though his seemed more of a shield against the harsh morning light than a fashion statement. He squinted at us.
He saw us. He saw our joined hands.
Tyler grinned, a wide, weary flash of teeth. He shook his head slowly.
"About time, Cap," he called out, his voice hoarse.
Jax just nodded, a slight tilt of his head.
We climbed into the back of the SUV. The door hissed shut, sealing away the murmurs and gazes of the city.
Jax pulled me close, the familiar scent of him enveloping me. He rested his hand on my thigh, his palm warm and possessive, just above my knee.
"Ready to go home?" he asked, his voice low.
