Jax (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1)(11)

“Your shirt and bra, pull them up, too. I want ‘em off your tits.”

Heart banging in my rib cage, I start at the hem of my shirt. I work my fingers up into the seam of my bra and tug until my throbbing heavy mounds pop free.

“Now, put your hands on the wall and don’t move.”

I feel for the wall and set my palms on it. His body retreats, and with my breasts flat against the cool wall and my naked backside free of his shorts, I’m suddenly vulnerable and exposed.

His fingers slip under the tiny string at my hips. Taking his time, he drags the thin material down my thighs. He taps my ankle. “Lift,” he says, stern and resolute. His tone forces me to pick up my foot, helping him as I step out of my panties. His warm touch slithers back up between my thighs. “Spread your legs.” Upon his utter command, my feet slide apart. “I want to fuck you hard with my finger,” he hisses close to my ear and every muscle braces for the intrusion. My nails scratch the wall as I wait for him to enter me. “But, as much as I like it dirty, I’m covered in another man’s sweat and blood, and there’s no way I’m going to fill your sweet tight pussy with that kind of filth. So, instead,” his words vibrate through me as I hear a ripping sound, and I can only assume he’s removing the tape from his hand, “I’m gonna teach you a lesson about teasing me. Push your ass out.” Again, with the command of his words, my hips sway back, and I’ve never felt so sexy in my life. His hand comes down hard on my ass cheek. He! Holy shit, he hit me! The sound of his flesh striking mine not only echoes in the room, but it pulsates to my pussy. “And,” he smacks me again, heat followed by a slow burn ripples over my tender skin, “the next time you come to me with the desire to fuck in your eyes,” he strikes my ass harder, “I expect you to do exactly as I say.” He fists a lock of my hair and yanks my head back. Voice low and close to my ear, he says, “And if you do that then just maybe after I’ve had my way with you, I’ll treat you like a princess.” His teeth sink into my neck then soft lips swipe over my sensitive flesh. “Now, say it. Tell me what you want.”

“I want you.” I say the absolute truth, shaking all over with it, hips swaying, teeth grinding, and pussy dripping with wetness. Fuck! How I want him.

“Put your hand between your legs,” he says, and I eagerly follow instructions. I need release. The second my fingertip touches my wet folds, a cry rolls deep in my throat. “You want me to touch you there?”

“Yes.” I bite my lip, shaking my head.

“Yes. You do,” he tugs on my hair. “That’s it, keep touching that pussy,” his warm lips speak harsh against my neck. “Rub your clit, and don’t fuck around. No playing. Find that spot, the one that makes you come, and stroke it.”

“Jax…” I place my forehead on the wall, rolling it while working myself.

“Where do you want my cock?”

“Right now,” I lick my lips and close my eyes, “I want it in my mouth.” And I’m not into sucking a guy’s dick, but I want to taste his, lick it and suck him off until he blows his load. I want him to surrender and give me everything he’s denied.

“And if I were to put my cock into your mouth, how much of me do you think you could take?”

“All of it,” I say between whimpers.

“No,” his chuckle traces my straining throat with his warm breath. “Em, you couldn’t manage it all.” He pulls my hair harder. “But I’d want it deep, so deep it makes you gag. Would you do that for me?”

“Yes. Oh, shit!” My finger moves faster on my clit. Every time he says something, I get that much closer to exploding. “I need to—”

“No. Not yet.” He presses his pelvic hard into my ass, trapping me, and my hand to the wall. I can’t move my fingers. “I’d want to come in your mouth, and I’d expect you to swallow, too.” The thickness of his hard cock crushed up against my ass confirms that he’s right. There’s no way I could fit it all in my mouth, but damn, I’d give a good try.

“Jax, I’d swallow it all.” I try to move my hand, but he’s too strong. “Please, Jax! I need to come.”

He drags me backward by the hair, turns me around, and pins my hands to the wall. I barely make out the silhouette of his body that’s now in front of mine, but I feel it all through me. “Kiss me,” I breathe in the darkness.

“Sorry, Em,” his deep voice scraps over my skin, “but there’ll be no kissing today.”