JAX (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1) (15 page)

“You’re not a monster, Jax.”

“I like hitting you. I like seeing the mark of my hand on your body. Really, what the fuck do you think that makes me—”

“Stop!” I cover my ears, shaking my head. “No more!” I can’t listen to him turn what he did to me into something vile. To my surprise, the safe words work even when we’re not having sex. Jax’s mouth clamps shut. He stands with his hands still fisted at his sides.

“Em,” his hands release, and then ball up once more, “I made you fucking cry.”

I touch his flexed forearm. His muscles roll beneath my fingers. “No, Jax.” I lean my head back and gaze up at him. “That’s not why I cried.” There’s a pensive shimmer in the shadow of his eyes as he carefully views me from weighted lids.  “I cried because I was afraid that you’d take me like you did that woman at the bar, just once. It’d be a one-time thing. I thought maybe that’s all you wanted from me, but I wanted more. The way you touched me, it felt good. Believe me, I didn’t use the safe words because you scared or hurt me. I used them because I thought you’d hurt my heart.”

His hand sifts through my hair. He grips it and bends my head back further. His mouth dips close to mine. “You listen to me, Emmie Rue. I will never ever hurt your heart, princess. I will never break it. The only thing I want is to be a part of it. I want you to feel me deep inside of it.”

“Jax, I feel you there and that’s what scared me. All the emotions, everything you were making me feel, it was too much for me to handle,” I say as the soft graze of his breath heats my lips.

“I told you before,” his eyes stay locked on mine, “I want all your layers. I want your fears, happiness, desires, acceptance, and vulnerability. I want your love. Em, I fucking want it all.”

“Yeah,” I gaze up into his dark passion filled eyes, “and once you get it, what are ya going to do with it?”

“Well, I’m gonna, keep it, and I ain’t ever gonna let it fuckin’ go.”

That’s a good enough answer for me. “Take me, Jax, like you did that first night. I need you just as you are. Tonight, I want all of your layers.”

His mouth brushes over mine. Then he drags his teeth across my bottom lip causing just enough pain. “Are you sure after everything you’ve learned about me tonight that you still want to play by my rules?”

“Yes.” I steal a lick across my tender lip. “I trust you. I want you. I need you. And I could never fear you.”

He grabs my chin and gazes into my eyes. “You sure, Em?” He lightly slaps the side of my face with his palm. “I’m not going to be gentle.”

“That’s good. I’m not looking for gentle. Tonight, I don’t want you holding anything back,” I say, feeling the sting from his touch still lingering on my cheek.

He glares down at me for a few long hard seconds. “Show me then. Show me how much you want it.” His grip tightens on my hair. “Get on your knees.” He yanks me down until I’m kneeling in front of him. “Unzip my pants, reach inside, and grab my cock.”

If he’s trying to frighten me, it’s not going to work. The way his tone gets, that deep and demanding tenor rips right through me. I’m instantly wet. I eagerly unbutton his pants, pull down the zipper, and wrap my fingers around his hardness. His tight veined flesh melts into the palm of my hand as I pull him free.

“Look at me,” he says, tugging at my hair. I abide his command and catch the fire in his eyes. It burns me to the core. “What you got there in your hands, it belongs to you. It doesn’t belong anywhere but in your hand, your mouth, or your body. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I whisper, my fingers tightening around his promising arousal.

“Good,” he stares down at me from the hood of his lids. “Now be a good girl, open that pretty mouth of yours, and suck my cock like you own it.”

I lower my head and pull the tip of his hot, bulging shaft to my mouth. My lips sheath his tight warm skin. He tastes so good. Swaying back, I swirl my tongue around his head before taking him back into my mouth. The masculine groan that echoes in my ears encourages me to suck him hard. His hands tangle in my hair and he draws me back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck, baby, those sweet lips are killing me,” he growls. “Damn, feels amazing.” He pushes himself all the way to the back of my throat and holds me there until I gag. “Shit,” he hisses, letting up on his hold. “You might just be able to take it all.” I look up at him. “You okay,” he says in a low raspy voice.

“Yes,” I say, stroking his cock and enjoying the way his face flexes with need.

“I want back in that mouth, take as much of me as you can.” His hands grip tighter to my hair, his hips thrust and he reenters my wanton mouth. He hits the back of my throat, slipping deeper and deeper. I want it all. I want to swallow him whole, and I try but my reflexes refuse to cooperate. I gag again. And he releases me. “Damn! You’re so fucking hot,” he says with a punctured gasp, “such a good girl taking me like that.”

Needing a break, I move my hand up and down over his taut wet skin. I peer up at him. His head is back, eyes closed, neck corded, mouth slightly opened. “Fuck, yeah,” he bends forward and views me from weighted lids. “Yes, that’s it. Look at me while you stroke me, let me see those beautiful eyes. God, Em, you’re gorgeous.”

“I’m so wet,” I utter the absolute truth. “I want you inside of me.”

“Not just yet, princess. I want to play a bit before I fuck that sweet pussy of yours.”

Play. Well, now I know what that means. He’s going to touch me, tease me, and bring me to the brink of total oblivion. And I can’t wait. Being with him is out of this world. He takes me beyond my limits, forces me to go places I normally wouldn’t go. But he’s the only one who could do this to me for with every fiber of my being, I am completely his.

His fingers weed from my hair, and he gently removes my hand from his erection. He takes his shirt off and then his pants before he walks over and sits naked on the edge of the bed. “Get up off your knees and strip for me. Slow. I want to savor every inch of you.”

CHAPTER NINETEEN

I take my time removing my clothes as Jax sits comfortably naked on the bed watching me. His eyes follow my every movement, an erotic promenade that tweaks my nipples. I drop my cami on the floor and reach back to unclasp my bra. My heavy and flushing breasts are begging to be free. I drag the straps down my arms and drop my bra to the floor. Jax quietly observes my strip tease. From across the room, his eyes assist in taking my clothes off. He’s coaxing me with them. I unbutton my jeans, slowly undo the zipper, and shimmy out of them. I pinch the thin string of my thong. Jax bites his bottom lip and grabs his erect cock. My pussy throbs as I slide my panties down my hips and thighs. Keeping my eyes on him, I step out of the last stitch of my clothing.

“Yes,” he half-groans, stroking the aroused flesh in his hand. “Bring your beautiful body over here.” His biceps flex as his hand moves up and down on his thick arousal. “Bring it on over here to me.” I nearly tiptoe as I make my way to him halting in front of his rampant body. He grabs my arms. “Straddle me, baby.” I open my legs and move onto his thick thighs. Needing him inside of me, I go to scoot forward but with strong hands, he grips my hips and stops me. “That’s far enough.”

“Jax,” I groan, “that’s not far enough.” It came out a lot more pouty than what I would’ve liked, but damn!

“I told you.” An easy smile dangles at the corners of his mouth. “I want to play first.”

“Yeah, and just what did you have in mind?” Legs spread wide, I settle down on his lap, still not happy about not getting what I want. He holds his smile, and that just sexually frustrates me further. When he doesn’t respond, I grab his cock and start to stroke it. “Well, I want to play, too.”

“That’s okay, you do that, baby,” he says with a low growl. The tip of his finger touches my nipple, and he gradually circles around it. “And while you’re doing that, I’m going to tease you right here.” He pinches my nipple. I jerk his hard flesh quicker. “And,” his other hand slides between my legs, “I’m going to tease you right here, too.” His finger thrusts deep inside of me, and I bear down to meet his hand with a cry. “And now, I’m going to bite your nipple, and for as long as you can take it, I will continue to play with you, right here.” His finger pushes deeper into me. I moan from the force of him so far inside of me. “You understand?” He arches a brow.

“Yes,” I pump my hand along his thick, long phallus, “I got it.”

His mouth lowers to my hard bead and his teeth sink around it. It feels good, the slight tension on my sensitive bud. His thumb finds my clit, and with precise movement, he buffs my nub. God. How does he know to hit that just right place? He’s always spot on. It makes me want to combust the instant he touches me. My hand tightens around his cock and my hips start to move. He bites down harder on my nipple. My eyes snap to his as I squeal. His wicked dark gaze beams up at me. His teeth descend even more into my swollen peak. It hurts, but it’s as if his fingers and thumb sooth any pain away. Then he bites even harder and a flash of pain zaps up my spine. “No more!”

He instantly releases my nipple, gives it a light kiss as his other hand moves from between my legs. He sets his palms on the bed and leans back as a sexy little smile spreads across his lips. Damn, he does like this shit doesn’t he? I gotta admit, it’s turning me right the hell on, too.

“Well, is that it,” I say for I’m so not done letting him play with me.

“I don’t know, is it?” His dark eyebrows arch mischievously. “You do have another nipple.”

“You want to bite the other one?”

Still holding that wicked little grin, he slowly moves his head up and down.

“Okay,” I say, clinging to his erection for support. I sit up straight. “Do it.”

He shifts forward, eyes clamped tightly to mine. He takes the same approach, slow and playful until he’s back to making my body burn with pain and pleasure. His fingers work my pussy and just when I’m about to come, the pain becomes so intense that I blurt out the safe words. “Dammit!”

Again, he relaxes back with his palms on the bed observing me. “It’s okay. No need to curse. I promise, baby,” he says, voice low and husky, “I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Yeah, but I was just about to come!”

“I know,” his lips turn up. “I felt it around my finger, that’s why I bit you harder.”

“You wanted me to stop you?” What the hell!

“Yes.” His hands move from the bed to my breasts and with the edge of his fingers, he lightly feathers up and down over my hard and aching nipples. Oh. My. God! They’re so sensitive and that faint stroking is making my toes curl. My orgasm recharges.

 “No more biting, promise,” he says, torturing me with his deliberate touch. “I’m just going to keep doing this, okay?”

“Yes.” I nod. “Please, Jax, don’t stop doing that.” I rock my hips. “Shit! That feels so good.”

“I won’t stop, but, babe, that means you’re going to have to touch yourself for me,” he says, his fingers lighting up my body with that simple light touch. “Think you can do that for me?”

Gazing into those sinfully dark eyes, I’ll do anything for the man, as long as he keeps up with what he’s doing to my tits. Christ! It’s so stimulating. My nipples are burning, and the heat soars all through me. I slip my hand between my legs.

“That’s it. Find your clit, and you know I don’t want you fucking around. You stroke it until you come.”

“It’s not going to take long,” I say and do as Jax orders, watching his face flare with brazen desire. I find my clit and rub it. Between that and his fingers taunting the hell out of my aching nipples, it takes but a few seconds for me to surrender to the white-hot rush that erupts from deep inside of me. I buck against him, trying to get him inside of me. But he won’t allow it. He reaches around my waist and flips me onto my belly on the bed.

“Get up on your knees. I want to taste you.”

I plant my palms into the mattress and lift up onto my knees. On all fours, I glance over my shoulder.

“No,” he comes over to me, and gently guides my head back onto the mattress with his large hand. “Just your ass in the air, yeah,” he says when I’m in the position he wants, “just like that.”

With his eyes on me, he reaches into the nightstand drawer for a condom. Then he prowls to the end of the bed and kneels directly behind me. “You look delicious.” His hand slides along the slope of my ass. My skin reels to life beneath his feathery erotic touch. “So wet and pink.” He traces a finger down my thigh circling back up and gliding it along my exposed flesh. My legs shake. I squeeze my eyes shut, preparing and waiting for his next naughty exploit. “I want to spank this ass,” he grabs a fistful of my naked cheek, “but we’re not alone tonight. So, instead, I’m going to devour you from pussy to ass. I’m going to lick you clean and then I’m going to fuck you so good.”

“Shit!” I roll my head on the mattress feeling his words already taking over my body.

He grips my hips, and his mouth touches the defenseless flesh between my thighs. I bite my lip trying to hold back an ear-piercing cry. As he said, we’re not alone tonight, and I don’t want any of the Declan brothers rushing in to save me from the wrath of Jax’s ravishing bestial attack. Damn, he’s worthy with that mouth. He does exactly as informed. He eats me from pussy to ass. And, never being tasted so thoroughly before, my entire body turns to fire.