Chapter 221 - 0221: I Knew I Was Fucked (r18+)

Chapter 221: Chapter 0221: I Knew I Was Fucked (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

His words hung in the air like a command, like a promise, like a fucking dare: "I need to cum, baby. And I need your mouth."

And God help me, I obeyed... not because I had to, but because I wanted to.

My body moved before my mind could catch up, my knees crawling closer to him on the floor, my gaze locked on his cock... thick, veiny, glistening with me, his hand stroking it slowly, deliberately, teasing me with every flick of his wrist. My pussy throbbed, aching, dripping, betraying me with how desperate it was for more... for him.

Some distant, rational part of me recognized how insane this was, how far I’d fallen from the woman who’d walked into this club hours ago with her guard up and her heart locked away. That woman wouldn’t have recognized me now.

She would have gathered her clothes, her dignity, and left without a backward glance. But that woman had no idea what Jaxx Moretti could do to her with nothing but his voice and his eyes.

What the hell is wrong with me? The thought flashed through my mind, sharp, panicked, drowned out by the pounding of my heart, the heat pooling between my thighs, the way my breath hitched as I stared... greedy, hungry, fucking shameless.

I’d spent a decade convincing myself I didn’t want this, didn’t want him, building walls brick by brick around every memory of the way he used to look at me. Watching them crumble now, in real time, should have terrified me more than it did.

When did I become this?

When did I start acting like some desperate whore, all because of him?

But God, I couldn’t stop. And some darker, quieter part of me didn’t want to. That part had been starving for years, and now that it had finally been fed, it refused to be ignored again.

His voice cut through the silence, low, deep, dripping with amusement and lust. "Are you going to stare all day, princess?"

I shuddered, my body reacting to the tone of his voice like it was a fucking command, my nipples hardening, my skin prickling with heat. No. No, I wasn’t going to just stare.

I wasn’t going to let him think I was hesitant... not when my body was screaming for him, not when my mind was drowning in the need to taste him, to feel him, to fucking own him the way he owned me.

Ten years of pretending I didn’t want this, and here I was, finally letting myself have it. Ten years of careful distance, of polite smiles across crowded rooms, of pretending his presence didn’t still set my pulse racing. All of it dissolved under the weight of this one reckless moment.

I shook my head, my hair falling around my shoulders, my lips parted as I moved closer, my hand reaching out, my fingers brushing against his thigh... hard, muscled, tense beneath my touch. The heat of him seared my skin, the scent of him... musky, masculine, pure Jaxx, filling my senses, drowning me in lust.

I swallowed, my throat dry, my pulse racing.

Then, I brought my breasts together.

Squeezing them around his cock, the soft flesh pressing against his hardness, the contrast sending a shiver down my spine. "Fuck my boobs, Jaxx." The words spilled from my lips, bold, filthy, challenging... sass dripping from every syllable even as my body trembled, even as my heart pounded like it was trying to escape my chest.

I barely recognized my own voice, but I didn’t care. For once, I wanted to be reckless. I wanted to be someone who took what she wanted without apology.

His eyes widened, just slightly... dark, hungry, surprised. For once, I’d caught him off guard. For once, I’d shocked him. There was something deeply satisfying about that, about seeing the unshakable Jaxx Moretti lose his composure because of me. I’d spent years watching him command every room he entered, every person around him bending to his will without question.

Seeing him falter, even for a heartbeat, because of something I’d said felt like claiming a victory no one else would ever understand. His gaze dropped to where my tits cradled his cock, plump, full, his length nestled between them, the tip peeking out from the top, glistening, begging for attention.

His lips curved, that fucking smirk, but this time, it was darker. Hungrier. More possessive than ever.

"Why are you being so generous tonight, princess?" His voice was a purr, low, teasing, dripping with amusement and something else... something raw, something feral. His hand tightened around the base of his cock, stroking it once, twice, his thumb brushing over the head, spreading the precome glistening there.

"Consider it an apology," I said, tilting my chin up, "for letting Daniel buy me a drink. Are you going to accept it or not?"

"An apology," he repeated slowly, like he was savoring the word. "Ten years of wanting you and you think a pair of tits around my cock settles the debt?" He exhaled a dark laugh through his nose, his eyes never leaving mine. "It’s a start, Bambina. It’s a start."

I rolled my eyes... even as my body shuddered, even as my breath hitched, even as my pussy clenched empty, aching for more. "Will you do it or not?"

The words came out sassy, defiant, but my voice trembled... just enough to betray me, just enough to let him know how much this affected me, how much he affected me. I hated how easily he could read me, how transparent I became under his gaze, as though all my carefully constructed composure meant nothing to him.

That smirk.

Goddamn that smirk.

It curved his lips like he owned the world... like he owned me, as his voice purred, low and dark and dripping with amusement. "There’s no need to hurry, princess." His fingers traced the shell of my ear, sending a shiver racing down my spine, his other hand still stroking himself slowly, teasing me with the sight of his cock... thick, veiny, glistening with precome, the tip already weeping for me.

"We’ve got all night." His eyes burned into mine, dark and hungry and fucking knowing. "But if that’s what you want..." He leaned closer, his breath hot against my lips, his voice dropping to a growl. "Then who am I to say no?"

My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat, my pussy throbbing in time with every beat, aching for more, for him. I bit my lip, my gaze locked on his cock as he moved, swatting it against the bridge of my breasts... once, twice, the friction sending a jolt of pleasure racing through me.

A whimper escaped my lips before I could stop it, my nipples hardening under the heat of his skin, the weight of his length pressed between them.

"Fuck..." The word slipped out, broken, needy, as I pressed my tits tighter around him, squeezing, trapping his cock in the soft flesh, the contrast of hard and soft driving me wild. His eyes flared, dark with lust, his lips parting as he groaned, low and rough, his hand tightening in my hair just enough to make me gasp.

And then, he moved.

Slow at first... dragging his cock between my breasts, the friction maddening, the sight of it obscene, filthy, perfect. The head of him pushed through the top of my cleavage with every stroke, leaking, smearing precome across my skin, and God, the sight of it... his cock fucking my tits, his eyes locked on the wet mess he was making of my chest... had me pressing my thighs together on the floor, aching, dripping, useless with want.

My breath hitched, my body arching into him, begging without words for more... for faster, for harder, for everything. I’d never felt desire like this before, consuming and shameless, erasing every thought except the need to feel him, taste him, belong to him completely.

And oh, he knew. He fucking knew. His pace increased... not too fast, not enough to let me find my rhythm, but just fast enough to drive me wild, to make me whimper, to make me beg.

"Look at you, Bambina," he groaned, his head dropping back for a second before his eyes snapped back to mine, like he couldn’t stand not watching. "Filthy and beautiful. You’re leaking all over your chest and crying for it. Tell me you don’t love this."

"J-Jaxx..." My voice came out as a moan, a plea, my fingers digging into his thighs, my body trembling with need. "M-More..."

He stopped suddenly.

A broken sound tore from my throat, my body jerking at the loss, my pussy clenching empty, aching for him. Before I could protest, his hand fisted in my hair, yanking my head back just enough to expose my throat, his lips brushing my ear, his voice a dark command.

"Open up."

And God help me... I obeyed... instantly.

My mouth parted, my lips stretching wide as he thrust in... one sharp, unrelenting motion, filling my throat in a way that made my eyes water, my breath hitch, a moan vibrating around his cock. "Mmm..." The sound escaped me without thought, the taste of him... salty, musky, pure Jaxx... filling my senses, drowning me in lust.

His groan came out raw, broken, his fingers tightening in my hair as he held me there... just for a second, before pulling back just enough to let me breathe. "Fuck, Bambina..." His voice was rough, strained, his eyes locked on mine, dark and hungry and fucking possessive. "Your mouth..."

Another thrust, deeper this time, hitting the back of my throat, making me gag slightly before I relaxed, taking him deeper, my throat fluttering and squeezing around the head of him, my drool spilling down my chin, down my chest, mixing with the mess already there. "So fucking perfect. That’s it, baby. Breathe through your nose. Take me. All of me."

I did. I took him until my nose pressed flat against his stomach, until his cock throbbed in my throat, until my eyes streamed and my thighs shook and he groaned like a man dying, his fist trembling in my hair, his control hanging by a thread. The power of it... Jaxx Moretti, ruined and shuddering above me... felt better than any orgasm he’d ever given me.

I never knew this kind of power existed, the ability to unravel someone so thoroughly with nothing but my mouth and my willingness. For the first time in my life, I understood what it meant to hold someone completely in the palm of my hand, to watch a man who controlled everything around him lose himself entirely because of me.

And then, I took over.

My hands gripped the base of his cock, stroking what I couldn’t take in my mouth, my tongue swirling around the head, teasing the slit before taking him deep again, bobbing my head in slow, deliberate motions.

His groans filled the room, low and rough and fucking music to my ears, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding me without forcing, letting me set the pace... letting me own him the way he owned me.

"Your mouth, Elena," he panted, his voice frayed, wrecked, nothing like the smug king from an hour ago. "God, I’ve thought about this. That night, three weeks ago, after you fell asleep, I stood in the shower thinking about your mouth. I’m not going to last, baby, I’m not..." His hips jerked, his cock swelling on my tongue, and I moaned, wanting it, needing it, working him faster, tighter, hungrier. "Where do you want it, Bambina? Tell me. Now."

"My mouth," I gasped, pulling off him just long enough to say it, my hand still pumping his slick length. "I want to taste you, Jaxx. Please."

"Fuck," he snarled, his hand fisting in my hair as he came, hot and thick and endless, spilling onto my tongue, down my throat. I swallowed every drop of him, moaning through it, milking him until he shuddered and swore and slumped back against the wall like his legs had given out.

"Fuck, Bambina..." His voice sounded rough, amazed, as he pulled me up, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that was all teeth and tongue and desperation, uncaring of where my mouth had just been, uncaring of anything but me. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, hungry, promising more... always more. For a moment, neither of us spoke, the silence filled only with our ragged breathing and the quiet hum of something that felt dangerously close to tenderness.

"Elena," he said, quiet and raw. "You’re going to be the death of me."

"You’ll survive," I whispered. "You’re Jaxx Moretti."

"And you’re mine," he said. "Say it back."

"Tonight," I whispered, terrified of the word, honest anyway. "Tonight, I’m yours." The admission cost me something, some small piece of the armor I’d spent years building, but in that moment, with his eyes on mine and his heart still hammering beneath my palm, I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Some reckless, hopeful part of me wondered if tonight might become more than just tonight, though I refused to let myself dwell on that thought for long.

His eyes burned. "It’s a start, princess. It’s a start."

I stood... shaky, sated, but not done, and took his hand, leading him to the table. The wood felt cool against my palms as I turned, my back to him, bending slowly, deliberately, spreading my stance... offering myself to him willingly, completely, without words.

His smirk deepened.

And God, I knew I was fucked.