Page 84 of Puck Tease

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He picked up the pace. The friction built, hot and electric. My cock dangled, leaking onto the rug. I wasn't touching it. I didn't need to. The sensation of him inside me was enough.

Jax leaned over me, his weight pressing me down. His suit jacket brushed against my back. The contrast of the rough wool and his hot skin was intoxicating.

"I'm going to fill you up," he growled. "I'm going to leave you full so you sleep well."

"Please," I begged.

"Please what?"

"Please fill me, Captain."

The title still worked. It always would.

Jax groaned. He abandoned the slow rhythm. He started to pound me. Fast. Hard. Deep.

He grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into the bone. He drove into me with everything he had, chasing the release.

"Tom," he shouted.

He came.

I felt the pulses, hot and heavy, flooding me. He emptied himself completely, groaning my name, shaking with the force of it.

I came with him, hands-free, my body convulsing as I milked him dry.

He collapsed on top of me.

We stayed there on the rug, a heap of tangled limbs and heavy breathing. The city lights twinkled outside the window, ignoring us.

Eventually, Jax pulled out.

He helped me up. He pulled the jersey down, covering me.

He kissed me. It was a lazy, satisfied kiss.

"Shower," he said. "Then food. I ordered steaks while I was in the elevator."

"You always order steaks."

"I need protein. I'm a growing boy."

He walked toward the bathroom, stripping off his shirt as he went.

I watched him go. The scars on his back. The width of his shoulders.

I touched the metal chain at my throat.

It was cold. Heavy. Permanent.

A year ago, I thought my life was over. I thought I was ruined.

I walked to the window. I looked out at Chicago.

I thought about the parents.

It had been the one loose thread. Six months ago, back in Michigan, just before the move. We had been at his parents' house, packing up his room. We’d thought we were alone. We were saying goodbye to the bedroom where it all started.

Jax had kissed me. Slow. Tasting of morning breath and sex and devotion.

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