Chapter 159 - 0159: Time To Move The Game Further (r18+)

Chapter 159: Chapter 0159: Time To Move The Game Further (r18+)

Jaxx’s Point Of View

The air between us hung thick, electric... like the moment before a storm breaks. She bent over the counter, her body trembling, her knuckles bone-white from gripping the edge.

My shirt hung off her like a sinful tease, the fabric clinging to the curve of her hips, riding up just enough to expose the shadowed valley between her thighs. The sight of her, so fucking willing despite her protests, made my cock pulse painfully against my sweatpants.

She was a goddamn vision: flushed, desperate, and mine. Something almost unbearable stirred in me at seeing her like this... defiant even in surrender, her pride warring with her need. It made me want her more than I cared to admit, more than made any sense given how the night had started.

I exhaled slowly, my breath shaky with the effort of holding back. Fuck. She was already dripping for me. I could see it... the way her thighs glistened, the way her body betrayed every lie that fell from those pretty, defiant lips. Some small, rational part of me registered how far gone I was too, how every nerve in my body had tuned itself to her, to the tremor in her spine, to the quiet hitch in her breathing.

I hadn’t expected this... not the intensity of it, not the way watching her unravel could make my chest ache alongside the want.

I stepped closer, my boots pressing against the inside of her bare feet, forcing her legs apart just a little wider. The scent of her... sweet, musky, intoxicating, filled my nose, and I groaned, my fingers twitching with the need to touch. My heart pounded, a strange mix of hunger and tenderness twisting together in my chest, the two feelings so tangled I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

"Such a good girl, Bambina." My lips brushed the shell of her ear as I leaned over her, my voice rough with restraint. My hand slid down her stomach, feeling the frantic flutter of her pulse beneath my palm. "You took all five." My fingers traced the inside of her thigh, teasing, taunting, savoring the way she shivered under even that light touch. "Now..." I dragged the words out, letting them hang in the air like a threat, a promise. "Tell me you still want to walk out that door."

She shivered, her breath hitching. "I... I don’t..."

"Liar." My fingers didn’t hesitate this time. They sank into her folds, parting her, claiming her. She was soaked. Fucking dripping. My thumb circled her clit, slow, deliberate, and she gasped, her hips jerking forward like she was trying to escape - or maybe chase the touch.

A fierce satisfaction rose in me at that small, involuntary betrayal of her body, at the proof that whatever she said, her body told the truth.

I pulled my hand back, leaving her empty, her body trembling with the loss. A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest as I brought my fingers to my mouth, tasting her.

Fuck. She was perfection... sweet, salty, addictive. I groaned, my cock throbbing at the taste of her on my tongue. For a moment, I simply savored her, letting the anticipation build between us like a living thing, unwilling to rush what felt like it deserved to be drawn out.

"Mmm. Delicious." My voice dropped into a growl, my eyes locked on the way her body ached for me, the way her ass swayed slightly, like she was begging without words. "Now, let’s see if you can take more."

But I didn’t touch her.

I stepped back, my gaze raking over her like a starving man at a feast. The way her back arched, the way her shoulders tensed, the way her pussy twitched with need... it was all I could do not to ruin her right then. My cock was painfully hard, the tip already leaking, my sweatpants doing little to hide how much I wanted her.

I wanted to draw this out, to watch her unravel slowly, piece by piece, until she couldn’t remember why she’d ever said no. There was a strange thrill in the waiting itself, in knowing I could have taken her already and chose instead to make her wait with me.

I smirked, running my thumb over my bottom lip, savoring the last traces of her. "Princess," I purred, my voice dark, velvety, dangerous. "For someone who said no..." I tsked, shaking my head as my eyes traced the way her body shivered in anticipation. "You sure look taken already."

She shook her head, her voice breathless, but that fire in her eyes - fuck, I loved it. "I... I’m not... I didn’t..."

"Didn’t what?" I closed the distance between us again, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing the curve of her neck. "Didn’t want this?" My hand slid up her thigh, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her ass, kneading, owning. "Because your body says otherwise." I gave her a sharp smack, the sound echoing in the room, and she yelled, her back arching as the sting radiated through her.

"Jaxx!" Her voice cracked into a whine, a plea, but I wasn’t done.

My hands spread her cheeks apart, and fuck... the sight of her, open for me, her pussy glistening, her folds wet and twitching, nearly broke me. A groan tore from my throat, my cock jerking in my pants. She was soaked, dripping for me.

Something primal took hold of me then, some need to claim her completely, to erase every doubt she’d ever had about wanting this, to prove to her, and maybe to myself, that this was real.

I dropped to my knees behind her, my breath hot against her skin. "You’re fucking perfect, you know that?" My voice was a growl, my tongue already swiping from her ass to her clit in one slow, deliberate stroke.

"Nnngh!" She moaned, her body arching into my touch, her fingers gripping the counter so hard her knuckles turned white. The sound she made... fuck, it was music, a symphony of need, of want, of desperation that I felt echo somewhere low in my own chest.

I didn’t let up. I feasted.

My tongue swirled around her clit, slow, torturous, before I sucked it into my mouth, my lips sealing around the sensitive bundle of nerves. She screamed, her body jerking, her thighs shaking as she tried to close them - tried to escape the overwhelming pleasure.

"Fuckk! J-Jaxx..." Her voice broke, her hips bucking against my face, but I held her still, my hands gripping her ass, keeping her open, keeping her mine.

I smacked her ass again, the sound sharp, possessive. "Shhh, Princess." My voice dropped into a dark chuckle against her skin. "I’m eating."

She gasped, her body trembling. "Eating what?!"

I pulled back just enough to look up at her, my lips glistening with her arousal, my chin wet with her. My eyes locked onto hers in the mirror across the room, and fuck... the way she looked at me, like she was drowning in pleasure, like she needed me to breathe, it was everything.

For a heartbeat, something softer passed between us, something that felt dangerously close to more than just lust, something that made my chest tighten in a way I wasn’t ready to name.

"What else?" My voice dropped to a dark purr, my fingers spreading her folds wider, exposing her to my gaze, to my mouth. "My newly found dessert." I leaned in again, my tongue swiping over her clit before I sucked it back into my mouth, my voice muffled against her skin. "Turned favorite meal."

I groaned, the vibration making her whimper. "You, baby." My tongue delved lower, circling her entrance before pushing inside, fucking her with slow, deep strokes. "You taste so good, I could stay here all fucking day."

She trembled, her legs nearly giving out as I steadied her with a hand on her hip. I could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around my tongue, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. I wanted to memorize every sound she made, every twitch of her body, to keep it locked away for whenever I needed to remember how thoroughly she belonged to me, how thoroughly, in this moment, I belonged to her too.

I drew back, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to her clit before standing, my fingers still spreading her, my gaze locked on the sight of her... wet, glistening, perfect.

"You took it so well, Princess." My voice roughened with approval, my cock throbbing with the need to be inside her. My free hand slid up her spine, slow, teasing, before gripping her hip, my nails digging in just enough to leave a mark. "But don’t you think..." I leaned down, my lips brushing her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "It’s time to move the game further?"

Her breath hitched, her body tensing.

My fingers tightened on her hip. "Don’t you think..." My voice dropped to a dark, possessive growl. "It’s time I fuck you like you’ve been begging for?" My cock ached, pulsed, the tip leaking as I imagined burying myself inside her, feeling her tight, wet heat clenching around me. "Or..." I tsked, my thumb pressing against her clit, making her jump. "Should I continue the punishment?"

She shook her head frantically, her voice trembling. "No... no, please... anything but that..."

A dark chuckle rumbled in my chest. Fuck. She was perfection. So desperate, so needy, so mine. Something shifted inside me then, a strange tenderness threading through the hunger, as if I needed her to understand that this... all of this, came from something deeper than mere want, something I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time.

I grabbed her hips, my grip bruising, as I pulled my sweatpants down just enough to free my cock. It sprang free, hard, thick, the tip already dripping with pre-cum, glistening under the dim light. I gave it a slow stroke, my eyes never leaving her as I guided the head to her entrance.

She shook, her body pushing back instinctively, seeking me, needing me. But I held her hip down, keeping her still, making her whine in frustration.

I grinned.

Then I slid just the tip inside her, her walls clenching around me, sucking me in. Fuck. She was tight. So fucking tight. I pulled out again, leaving her empty, her body aching for more.

She cried out, her voice desperate. "Jaxx! Please..."

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing her ear. "Please what, baby?" My voice dropped into a dark purr, my breath hot against her skin. My cock teased her clit, rubbing against her, making her tremble. "Tell me what you want." My hand slid up, tangling in her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp. "Do you need this?"

I nudged her entrance with the tip of my cock, teasing her, tormenting her, drawing out the ache in both of us.

She nodded frantically, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps, her body arching back against me. "Please..."

"Words, Princess." My voice hardened into a command, my grip on her hair tightening. "I want to hear you beg for it."

Her lips parted, her voice breaking. "Please, Jaxx..." Her body trembled, her walls pulsing with need. "Fuck me... please..." She turned her head, her eyes locking onto mine, her voice dropping to a whisper, a promise. "I... I’ll be good, I promise..."