Chapter 76 - 0076: Touch Me Right Now (r18+)

Chapter 76: Chapter 0076: Touch Me Right Now (r18+)

Elena’s Point Of View

I should have said it. I should have ended it right there. But as I looked into his dark, unwavering eyes, the lie withered on my tongue, dissolving before it ever reached my lips. Something in his gaze disarmed me completely, stripping away every rehearsed excuse I’d built on the drive over. Instead, I grabbed the lapels of his leather jacket, pulled him down, and brought my mouth crashing onto his.

It was pure fire.

A low, primal growl tore from Jaxx’s throat as he took total control of the kiss. His big hands slammed into the back of my hair, fingers tangling tightly into the damp roots, angling my head back to open me up to him. His tongue parted my lips with possessive demand, deep and filthy, coaxing a desperate, embarrassing moan right out from the back of my throat.

Somewhere beneath the haze of want, a small voice reminded me that I’d sworn off exactly this kind of surrender, but the voice grew fainter with every second his mouth stayed on mine, drowned out by the roar of my own pulse.

My arms wrapped around his neck, pulling myself as close as the console would allow. I fisted his soaked shirt, feeling the hard, rigid muscle beneath, a solid warmth that made everything outside this car feel impossibly far away. He tasted like rain, sin, and absolute dominance. Every stroke of his tongue was a promise, every press of his lips a claim.

I felt the last of my resolve slipping away, buried somewhere under the pounding of my own heart, and for once, I let it go without a fight.

"Fuck, Bambina," he growled against my mouth, his lips dragging down my jawline, biting softly at the sensitive skin beneath my ear before sliding down to my neck. "You taste like you’re mine already. Sweet, hot, and completely ruined for anyone else."

The words should have terrified me. Instead, they settled somewhere low in my stomach, a heat that had nothing to do with logic and everything to do with wanting to belong to someone, if only for tonight.

His hands left my hair, sliding down my back with heavy pressure, slipping under the hem of the coat to cup the curve of my rear. With a single, powerful lift, he hauled me right over the center console, pulling me into his lap. The coat fell open around us as I straddled his thigh, my skirt riding up to my waist, the leather seat cool against my bare skin in stark contrast to the heat radiating between us. My breath hitched at the sudden closeness, the way his body seemed to swallow every inch of space around mine.

"Wait... Jaxx," I gasped out as my center pressed against the thick, rock-hard ridge outlining his jeans.

"I think I should turn around and drive us back to the suite," he murmured against my chest, his hands gripping my hips, holding me firmly against his swelling length. His voice was laced with a dark, heavy restraint, the kind that came from a man clinging to the last thread of his own control.

"I want to do so much more to you, Elena. I want you completely bare under me, and this car isn’t going to be enough space for everything I have planned."

The thought of waiting, of riding all the way back through traffic while burning up like this, drove me out of my mind. I clung to his broad shoulders, shameless, my hips rolling forward on their own, grinding my damp core against the hard seam of his pants. Patience had never felt so impossible, and some reckless, hungry part of me no longer cared about restraint or dignity.

"No," I muttered, my voice thick with friction and need, resting my forehead against his wet temple. "Just touch me. Forget the suite. Touch me right now."

Jaxx let out a dark, ragged laugh, his grip tightening on my waist until it was almost bruised. "Shameless little thing..."

His hands moved fast, sliding under the oversized sweater, gathering the fabric, and pulling it up over my head in one fluid motion, tossing it onto the dashboard. I was left in nothing but my lace panties and the heavy coat draping off my shoulders, suddenly aware of how exposed I was and how little I cared.

He stilled, his dark eyes sweeping over my exposed chest. The air in the car was hot, the windows completely fogged over now, sealing us into our own private world, one where nothing existed beyond the two of us and the frantic thud of our heartbeats. His breath caught in his throat, his chest expanding against mine, and for a moment, the silence between us felt heavier than anything either of us could have said aloud.

"Fuck... Goddamn," he breathed out, the words almost a prayer. "Look at you..."

He didn’t give me time to feel self-conscious. His hand cupped my left breast, his thick fingers squeezing the soft flesh, pushing it up before his mouth closed over the aching peak.

My back arched violently. A broken, high-pitched scream tore from my throat as his hot tongue flicked over the hardened nipple, suckling hard, dragging his teeth just enough to send a jolt of pure electricity straight down between my thighs. My hands dug into his shoulders, my fingernails biting through his shirt.

"Jaxx... oh god!"

He didn’t slow down. He worked the nipple with a rhythmic, ruthless suction, his hand squeezing my other breast, his thumb rolling over the peak until I was squirming in his lap, my hips rocking helplessly against his rigid cock.

"You’ve been aching for this all night, haven’t you?" he rasped against my damp skin, shifting his mouth to trail scorching kisses across my sternum before capturing my other nipple. "Dressed up, acting like a quiet little princess, while underneath you were just waiting for me to take you apart."

"Shut up..." I panted, my head falling back against the headrest, my eyes fluttering shut as he suckled deep, pulling the peak into the hot vault of his mouth. "Just... shut up..."

"Make me," he growled, biting down lightly.

I gasped, my hips jolting upward. He slid one hand down my belly, his palm burning against my skin, down past my navel, slipping beneath the waistband of my lace panties. The moment his fingers brushed my upper thighs, he stopped, his hand resting on the soaked, hot fabric covering my center.

"Look at me," he commanded softly.

I opened my eyes, dazed and heavy-lidded, hardly recognizing the woman staring back at him through half-closed lashes. She looked wrecked already, undone by nothing more than his mouth and his voice, and some distant part of me marveled at how quickly he’d stripped away every wall I’d spent years building.

He reached down, pushing the damp silk of my panties aside, slipping two long fingers directly into my hot, drenched folds. He didn’t rush. He slid them slow, feeling the slick velvet of my heat, before burying them deep inside me with a smooth, firm thrust.

"Ah!" I cried out, my legs trembling violently around his waist as his fingers stretched me open.

"Soaked," Jaxx whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction as he watched my face shatter. "You’re completely drenched for me, Elena. Feel how tight you are around my fingers."

He began to work his hand, curling his fingers upward, hitting a swollen, sensitive knot deep inside that made my entire body lock up. His thumb came down on my clit, applying a steady, firm pressure, circling in slow, agonizingly perfect patterns while his fingers pumped in and out, slow and deep.

"That’s it," he purred against my neck, biting my earlobe as I began to grind shamelessly into his hand. "Let me hear you. Let me feel how much you need this."

My moans filled the fogged-up car, loud and completely uninhibited. I held onto his arms for dear life, my body moving on instinct, riding his hand, chasing the blinding heat building at the base of my spine. Every rational thought I’d ever had about protecting my heart from him crumbled somewhere beneath the pleasure, and I stopped trying to hold the pieces together.

"God," I whimpered, my voice cracking as the pressure turned into a tight, unbearable coil. "Why... why are you so good at this?"

He chuckled darkly, his fingers speeding up, thrusting deeper, hitting that same exquisite spot over and over until my vision went spotted. "Because I listen, Bambina. I pay attention. Your body talks to me, and right now it’s begging me not to stop."

He pushed me faster, his thumb grinding over my clit with expert precision. The coil inside me pulled impossibly tight, every muscle in my thighs vibrating, my breath coming in short, shallow hitches. I was right on the precipice, falling over the edge - and then, he pulled his fingers completely out.

"Jaxx!" I whined, the sudden emptiness making me feel dizzy. I rolled my hips forward frantically, trying to chase his hand, my body trembling with unfinished friction. "No, no - what are you doing?!"

"Shh," he smirked, his dark eyes flashing with wicked amusement as he raised his slick fingers to his lips, slowly licking my own wetness off his knuckles right in front of me. "Not yet. If I let you come right now, you’ll melt, and we’ll never make it out of this car."

I blinked, dazed, panting heavily, a whiny whimper escaping my chest as I helplessly rubbed my wet center against the thick bulge in his jeans, desperate for any friction at all.

"What, princess?" he cooed, his hand sliding up my inner thigh, his fingers lightly dragging along the sensitive skin, sending a fresh wave of heat straight up my spine. "What do you want?"

"Don’t do this..." I breathed, my voice barely a thread, my hands shaking on his shoulders. "Please..."

"Don’t do what? I’m doing absolutely nothing, Bambina," he said, the teasing edge in his voice laced with pure, ruthless authority. "Unless... do you badly want to come on my fingers, Elena? Do you want to beg me for it?"

My lower lips clenched hard around nothing at the sound of my name rolling off his tongue... sinful, dark, and possessive. I wanted that mouth on me. I wanted his fingers back inside me, I wanted his cock ripping through my panties, I wanted everything. But my pride fought back, refusing to give him the satisfaction of hearing me break entirely, some small, stubborn part of me still clinging to the illusion of control, the last fragile thing I had left to hold onto.

"I’m not begging you," I managed to whisper, though my body betrayed me, shivering against his touch.

Jaxx smiled... a slow, dangerous expression, and leaned up, capturing my lips in a deep, agonizingly slow kiss that tasted of myself and him. He drank my panted breaths, soothing the torture for a fraction of a second before he reached down, braced his thumb over my clit, and shoved two fingers back inside me all the way to the palm.

A sharp cry burst from my lips at the sudden, deep invasion.

"You don’t have to beg," he growled into my mouth, his fingers pumping deep and hard, curling ruthlessly against that swollen spot inside me while his thumb worked my clit in relentless, fast circles. "Your body is already begging for you."

He didn’t give me time to think, time to hold back, or time to maintain a shred of control. He fucked me with his hand, forcing a fast, unforgiving rhythm that had my hips jerking violently into his lap, grinding down onto his fingers with shameless, feral desperation.

"Jaxx... Jaxx, please!"

"Come for me, Elena," he ordered, his voice dark and commanding against my neck. "Do it. Right now."

The final thread snapped. The coil inside me exploded into a blinding wave of pure, overwhelming ecstasy.

I buried my face into his neck, my stifled scream echoing in the tight cabin as my walls clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing in intense, violent spasms. My thighs shook uncontrollably, my back arching off his chest as wave after wave of release crashed over me, wringing every ounce of strength from my body.

He held me tight through the entire wave, his hand staying deep inside me, feeling every contraction of my orgasm while his other arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me anchored as I came down.

He murmured low, dark praises against my wet skin, brushing the damp hair away from my face as my breathing slowly dragged back into my lungs, each whispered word settling somewhere deep inside my chest, quiet promises I wasn’t sure either of us could keep.

When I finally managed to lift my head, dazed and trembling, he was watching me.

His eyes weren’t just filled with lust anymore. They were dark, heavy, and burned with something far more dangerous, something that made my heart stutter in a way that had nothing to do with what we’d just done.

Possession. Absolute and unyielding.

He reached up, his thumb wiping a tear of overstimulation from the corner of my eye before brushing his lips softly against mine.

"Now," he whispered, his voice low and dangerous against my mouth. "Tell me that was a mistake again."

I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I couldn’t answer him. And as I rested my head back against his shoulder, listening to the heavy thud of his heart beating a rhythm that felt disarmingly like my own, I realized... I didn’t want to anymore.

Whatever walls I’d meant to keep standing between us had already fallen, and some quiet, unguarded part of me was almost relieved to see them go.