Hard to Forget
It’s quiet, so I sneak into the kitchen, which thankfully is in another room, and make myself a cup of tea. I’m busy preparing it, so I don’t hear him enter. But suddenly a hard, hot, bare chest is pressed against my body, a firm, rigid erection against my ass, and two hands on the counter to either side of me, effectively boxing me in. Jax.
“Jax,” I grunt. “Let me go. You can’t just barge in here and act like a fucking caveman because you’re trying to stake your claim. I’m still pissed at you.”
He makes a low sound in his throat, and my body instantly responds. It shouldn’t though, because one of the other men could come in here at any second and catch us. “You don’t like being told what to do,” he rasps into my ear. “That’s a fucking shame, because I like being the boss.”
“You’re a jerk.”
“A jerk who fucking hates seeing another man’s hands on you.”
He moves his hands from the counter, down to my hips and pulls my ass right into his erection. It takes everything I have inside not to moan with delight. He feels so fucking incredible.
“As I pointed out earlier…” I breathe. “I feel the same.”
“You make me want to bend you over and spank you so hard your little ass cheeks burn.”
“Again, back to my earlier point of you needing to seek serious psychological attention.”
He snorts and spins us around so we’re facing the entrance to the kitchen. He pushes my body over the bench gently, running his fingers up my thigh and finding my ass, where he proceeds to give it a good squeeze. I hold back my whimper, but it’s hard.
“I don’t like you defying me, or walking away from me when I’m not finished speaking.”
“Sorry, sir,” I gasp as he grabs my other ass cheek. “But I’m not a lead-around-by-a-collar kind of gal.”
He presses his nose to my neck, running it up and down, causing me to shudder. “You need to stop with the sass, kitten, or I’ll punish you for it.”
“Scary,” I breathe.
He spins me again, so this time I’m facing him. His grey eyes are like a stormy night, swirling with so much you can’t make a read on them. Then he puts his hand to my chest and lowers himself to his knees in front of me. I gasp and try to push forward, but his hand stays firmly planted in my chest. With his free hand, he lifts my leg and puts it over his shoulder, before jerking my panties aside.
“You’ll only come when I say. I’ll teach you a lesson about doing what you’re told.”
“I’ll come when I want,” I breathe.
He chuckles. “We’ll see.”
He presses his mouth to my core and sucks deep, no slow buildup, no teasing little licks. No, he just covers my pussy with his hot, hard mouth and starts devouring me. Licking, sucking, fucking me with his tongue. My head goes back and so help me God, I’m already nearly there. I push my hips up into his mouth, wanting it deeper, harder, faster.
Fuck him and his commands, I’m going to come.
The explosion is nearly there, and I’m biting my lip so hard I feel pain, when he removes his mouth from my sex. I cry out in pure agony and hiss, “Jaxson Shields, what the fucking hell!”
He looks up at me, pure lust in his expression. “I said you’d come when I told you that you could. If you won’t listen, I’ll keep pulling away. Try harder, kitten.”
“I’ll make you suffer, horribly, for long periods of time—”
I’m cut off, because his mouth is back there and his tongue is moving harder and faster. I clutch the wrist pressing to my chest, digging my fingers into his flesh, spurring him on. I can outsmart him. I’ll have a quiet orgasm. It can be done, right? I close my mouth, hold my breath and let it build, not arching into him, not begging for more, just letting that pressure get higher and higher.
Just as I’m there, and oh God it feels good, he pulls back again. I make a strangled, pained sound and rasp, “You … ass … hole.”
“I said wait. I have your pussy in my mouth, which means I know when your little clit hardens that you’re ready to come. Stop trying to fool me, and find some self-control.”
Then he puts his mouth back on me. I’m frenzied now, wanting to reach down and grip his head, tangling my fingers in his hair and forcing him to give me what I want, but the man is too damned smart, so I focus on holding my orgasm back, which is the hardest fucking thing I’ve ever done in my life.
I’m concentrating so hard I don’t feel Jax slide his hand suddenly off my chest and push me further into the counter. It’s only when I hear, “Everything okay, Laney?” that reality snaps in full force. I swivel my head around to see Duke standing at the door, staring at me. Holy shit.
Jax doesn’t stop licking my pussy. So my words sound garbled when I mutter, “Sure, why?”
“I heard something like a pained moan. I thought something was wrong.”
He steps in closer. Holy shit. I have to stop him or he’ll see Jax. Think, Delaney, think!
“Yeah, something I ate has upset my stomach. I wouldn’t come too close, I’m likely to vomit on you.”
He stops in his tracks, putting his hands up.
Jax just keeps on licking my pussy. I’m fighting with everything inside me not to scream and come, because I’m right there, on the edge. Then the dirty, sneaky, terrible man slides a finger inside me and I feel like I’m going to faint from the pleasure.
“I’ll stay back here then. Do you need me to get you anything?”
Oh, God. I want to come. So fucking bad.
“Ah,” I croak. “No.”
“You sure? I can get you something to settle it?”
Oh, God, Duke, fuck off. Right now. I … holy shit, the pleasure. I’m fighting it back with every working cell in my body, but it’s getting harder and harder as Jax devours me.
“No,” I whisper, making a groaning sound that I really hope sounds like sickness. “It’s, ah, better if I just let it out.”
He nods. “All right, Laney. ’Night, then.”
“’N-n-night,” I gasp.
He looks concerned for me, but turns and walks out. Below me, Jax pulls his mouth from my sex and rasps, “Now, Delaney. Come in my mouth.”
I do. Oh boy, yes, I do. I explode in a matter of seconds, smothering my screams in my hand as I convulse. Jax milks every last shudder from my body and then stands. He’s already got his cock in his hand, stroking furiously, fist pumping, skin making slight slapping sounds. Holy shit. He wants to fuck, and there’s no way he’s going to do it lightly.
“Turn around,” he demands.
I do as he asks, turning. He jerks up my nightie, pulls my panties down, puts one hand on the counter beside me and then plunges his cock into my depths. I gasp as he fills me, so painfully good. He uses his free hand to hold onto my hip as he starts fucking me hard. So fucking hard my body slams into the counter.
“Don’t scream,” he orders. “You do, I’ll slap your ass, baby, and believe me, I fucking want to.”
“Bite me,” I pant.
He makes a grunting sound and I can’t help it, his cock feels so good inside my body, I can do nothing but cry out. His hand finds my ass cheek and he slaps it, not so loud that it’ll wake everyone, but enough to give me a little sting. I gasp and he brings his hand around, pressing it over my mouth and jerking my body back, so I’m flush against him.