Bella
I want the bike ride to last forever and be over in a second.
On the motorcycle, Jax is so sure, so skillful. It’s almost as if he’s the bike himself, the easy way he weaves past everything, as if the whole city is part of one of those car video games, and he just has to reach the finish line.
I want to savor tonight. Already, it’s been perfect. This is the happiest night of my life, and there’s still even more to come.
As we sail from street to street to highway to exit, my eager anticipation changes into an excited realization of just where we’re going.
No sooner have we pulled up to our old motel when Jax orders me, “Don’t move.”
“What if I don’t listen?” I shoot back cheekily.
He gets off the bike, strides over and picks me up. “You will.”
I flop back, not even trying to resist or pretend that the feel of his strong arms around me isn’t exciting me already.
As he ascends the stairs, he explains, “Already booked our room.”
So, it’s just a quick walk to Room 29, one turn of the doorknob, and we’re in.
“So…” I begin, but Jax shoves his hand over my mouth.
“Shhh…”
I lick his hand, which he rips away, then presses to my chest, pushing me to the bed.
“No,” he tells me, leaning over, his face inches from mine, his eyes glinting, “I kiss you, but you can’t kiss me. I fuck you, but you can’t fuck me. I’m the one who decides. Me. Not you.”
“And what if—”
He pushes me back fully onto the bed, flips me around and spanks me. Pressing me into the covers with his palm, he growls out into my neck, “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
We lie there for a moment, breathing together. I twist around, and he grabs my zipper. With one hand, he pulls it down excruciatingly slowly, while the other slides over my body under the zipper. Slowly, so slowly. All the while, his ice-blue eyes watch the impatient want in mine. Slowly, he moves, over my bra, down my front, to my belly button.
The zipper is a growling rip, and his hand smooth and cool. When he reaches my crotch, the zipper rips open at the same time he inserts his finger into me. He twirls it only once, then takes it out and uses it to pull down my panties. Once they’re at my feet, he slides his hand back up, over my leg, slapping my thigh, grabbing my side, then, finally, stops at my bra. It slides to the back, undoes it, then rips it down.
He sits there, gazes at me, while I gaze at him. He’s fully clothed while I’m naked. He lifts his hand then, suddenly, freezes and walks off to the bathroom.
I wait a second, think better of it, then race after him.
At the bathroom door, I throw myself on him, lips on his, hands running along the band of his briefs under his jeans.
He steps back, sticks a finger in my pussy again. “Jesus, you’re wet.”
Our eyes meeting, I nod slowly. “I need you.”
“Wait there. Don’t move,” he says, disappearing into the bathroom.
I glare at the door, the restless pleasure bubbling in me.
When he’s finally out, carrying something behind his back, I’m on him again, twirling my tongue with his, undoing his pants with my eager hands.
He draws back, and I pull him forward.
He draws back even further, frowning. “You’re still not good at listening, are you?”
I shake my head, pull off his top, and run my lips over his rock-hard abs, zigzagging my tongue down to his bellybutton. I slide my tongue under his briefs. “You like it.”
A dash of hot pain flicks against my back. I look up and see a whip in his hands. So that was what he took out of the bathroom.
“I’m going to have to train you.”
I grab the whip, lick it, and grin. “I can’t be trained.”
Jax pulls it back, and, a second later, hot fire dashes against my ass. “I mean it. Don’t move, Bella.”
I grab his underwear band and slap it. “Please, Jax, I just need you. Now.”
He turns on his heel and strides away, into the bathroom.
I wait a minute.
Nothing.
I stride to the door and start banging on it, my unsatisfied desire surging through me angrily. “Jax? What the hell, Jax? Jax?”
His answer comes back after a few seconds of silence. “I told you.”
I slam on the door again. But this time there’s no response. “Jax, come on!”
I slam on the door so long my palms get red and raw. Finally, spent, I stop hitting and sink down to the floor, waiting.
His cold voice comes through the door: “Are you ready to listen now?”
I swallow down my angry No, and instead murmur, “Yes.”
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
“Be on your knees when I come out.”
I get on my knees, and finally, the door opens. He takes me in with a pitying smile.
He strides over, puts his hand on my head, and pets me. “Poor, Bella.” I glare at him, and he smiles, slipping down his briefs. His cock rises to meet me. “Suck me off good, and I might consider giving your pussy another chance.”
Jax doesn’t have to ask me twice. Immediately, I flick out my tongue, lick his dick slowly, my soft tongue running over his hard member. His hand still on my head, he pats it again. I swirl my tongue around the head then slurp the whole thing down.
Jax groans and, dick in my mouth, I smile. I’m just getting started.
I slide my mouth up and down his shaft, and, as his hand on my head urges me on, I bob enthusiastically to his rhythm. As I go, I start cupping his balls, playing with them. As I bob further and further each time, I go so far that I start to gag, and have to pull myself free for breath.
“Where do you want to come?” I ask sweetly.
Jax hits me on the cheek with his dick. “Who said anything about coming?”
I glare at him, then throw myself on him with a new vigor. I suck him off as hard and fast as I can, swirling my tongue around, half-gagging when I reach the base. When his dick starts twitching, I know I’ve got him.
Finally, I fling my mouth on and off with him with all I have, his hard rod mashing into my mouth and out, his balls full and heavy.
I slip him out one last time. “Come in my mouth, Jax, I want to taste you. I’m thirsty.” Then I slam my mouth over his cock, all the way down to the base.
With a grunt of pleasure, he loses it, shooting out thick ropes of cum down my throat as I slide up and down, up and down, until it’s stopped.
I lick his cock clean, and, with a vague smirk, he shoves his finger in me. “Still wet I see.” He leads me to the bed and shoves me down on it. “Don’t move,” he says, and this time, I listen.
He crawls over me, and his mouth starts exploring every inch of me. It starts at my mouth, sucking and tugging on the lower lip, sliding over my chin, down to my neck. His hands hold me in place as his mouth suctions around the tender skin, sucking and sucking, as pleasure becomes pain becomes pleasure again.
When I try pulling away, he flips me over again, spanks me, whispers in my ear, “You’re mine, and everyone’s going to know it. You’re mine, and I’m going to mark you as mine.”
He rolls me back over, and his mouth picks up where it left off: gliding down my front down to my breasts. It envelops my nipple, sucking more and more, until it’s taut and throbbing. Then it’s on to the other nipple, this time ending his sucking with the slightest of nibbles.
I groan, and he lifts up his head, smirking. “We’re going at my pace. Not yours.” He presses himself into me and growls out, “I’m just getting started.” Then he yanks me over to the mirror, points to my neck, where a big red hickey is visible. Into my ear, he says, “You’re mine, and everyone’s going to know it.”
Then he shoves me back to the bed.
He kiss-sucks his way down my abdomen, down alongside my landing strip, locking his lips to my throbbing pussy lips. His tongue twirls in me as I open my legs wider, moaning. Jesus, it feels so good.
He mashes his tongue onto my clit, flicking his fingers inside me now. My legs are shaking, and my moans are loud, and I’m already almost on the brink. He can tell too, ratcheting up his pace, jerking his fingers and flicking his tongue in sync, he amps up the pace until I’m twisting with pleasure, nonsensical syllables erupting out of my mouth, seconds away from coming.
When, suddenly, he pulls out his fingers and tongue, and I almost cry out in dismay. When he shoves his cock into me, I understand. It just takes him two thrusts, and I’m yelling. My whole body is outside of me, shaking, the yell is not coming from me. I am delivered from myself.
When pleasure gently lets me go and tucks me back into my body, I’m being stroked by Jax. His skillful fingers are running up and down my sides. He’s shirtless, pantless, sexy as hell.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs.
I grab his cock in response; already, it’s getting hard again.
I roll onto him. “I want to ride you,” I declare, pulling down his briefs.
With a smile, he lays back and leaves me with a full view of his cock. “He’s all yours.”
I don’t wait, I clamber on top of him, line up his cock with my pussy and slide onto him.
Oh, God, yes.
His cock now in me, I have to stop a minute, the pleasure spreading through me is so intense. I slide myself up and down slowly, my pussy already tingling with pleasure. Then I go a bit faster. Putting my hands on his chest for support, I stare into his lust-filled eyes.
I pick up the pace, bouncing my ass up and down, his cock filling my pussy entirely, sending jolts of joy through my body. I grind on him, while he slaps my ass on. I oblige gladly, throwing myself up and down that perfect huge cock. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
At this point, it’s a need shaking through my aching pussy. It’s both of us thrusting up and down, but this goes beyond us – it’s pleasure itself acting through us, we are just conduits of the dance, the feeling, the need.
He’s grabbing my breasts, batting them back and forth like a cat, and my pussy is spasming that she’s nearly there.
When he spanks me, I groan. “Yes.” I’m nearly on the brink, so wet that every in-out is almost too fast, too easy.
Jax obliges, and I’m shaking with it, with the building, with the “Yes,” the “Harder.”
As my ass slams down, he obliges again – gives me a brutal spank, and I’m over the edge, coming, howling the “Yes” and my ass is sliding to his base again, he’s doing it again, spanking climax after climax out of me.
Finally, finished, I lay back, letting the warm fuzziness envelop me entirely.
When I open my eyes, Jax is staring down at me with a rapt adoration on his face. “I waited so I could come on you,” he says. “Come all over you.”
I smile and open my mouth.
But he only pats my head, then lifts me onto the ground. “You don’t have to do a thing, darling. I told you I’m about to come already.”
Through half-lidded eyes, I watch him stroke himself, his eyes running over me, my breasts, my pussy, my parted lips. After a few more seconds, he’s groaning, grabbing his dick, running it all over me, my pussy, my belly, my chest, hot surge after surge of cum spilling over me, over my outstretched tongue, all over my face.
When he’s done, he lies beside me, says nothing.
We wake up when it’s still dark. I’m clean; Jax must’ve cleaned me when I was sleeping somehow.
Jax nudges me. “Come on.”
I roll onto the other side. “Sleep...” I murmur.
He goes to the other side. “C’mon, Bella, don’t make me pick you up.”
My response is rolling back to the other side.
Finally, with a sigh, Jax picks me up, carries me to the door, opens it and carries me outside. He sets me down on my feet on the balcony. “Look,” he whispers, “the sunrise.”
Grudgingly, I open one eye then the other. I’m looking at a field. I never noticed that our motel is across from a field. A field that the first rays of sunlight are spilling over.
I don’t close my eyes again. No, I watch quietly, intently.
‘Beautiful’ is too trivial a word for what I see now: the white sphere of the sun rising, its yellow rays licking the shaggy grass, it’s orange halo of clouds. No, it’s something more like a symphony of nature, a song of absolute beauty, transcendence.
Jax stands beside me, his body pressing against me, watching the sunrise like me, saying nothing. He understands. For this, there are no words.