Scandal:The Complete Series(92)
He grabs my hips and pulls my body to his face, opening my thighs wide. He strokes me down there, sliding a finger over my clit and then pushing a fingertip inside me. I gasp. It’s loud and needy and I don’t give a fuck. All I want to do is feel.
His hands reach up to cup my breasts, bringing them together. I instinctively try to reach out and run my fingers through his hair but realize I can’t. My wrists are tied flat against each other above my head. I’m at his mercy.
My nipples grow hard, waiting for his hands to pamper them. His fingers find both nipples at the same time, gently pinching and twisting until pleasure shoots across them and down to my clit.
“Jax, please.” I should be more specific, but for once I find it quite impossible to go into detail about what I need. Because I need everything and anything from him and because I trust him.
He kisses down my stomach all the way to my pussy. When his tongue barely touches me, I see stars. I arch my back, overwhelmed by the sensations. My hands twist in the bounding scarf a few times and my helplessness arouses me more. I close my eyes as he hums against my swollen flesh.
His tongue slips inside me and he licks me in there, so warm and so sensual. I’m nothing, he turns me into nothing but a toy he can play with any way he wishes.
I feel his fingers opening me up as his whole mouth is pressed against me. I cry out. Again and again, every time his tongue flicks around my opening, I feel like I’m going to die with pleasure.
My pussy clenches, wanting more of him, and I can’t stop the sounds coming out of me.
His tongue slides in and around my pussy, missing my clit by a tiny fraction of a millimeter every time and my cries get louder with every flick.
I’m panting and writhing in my binds, at the brink of begging shamelessly, when he finally licks upward and catches my clit in his mouth, circling it roughly with his tongue.
I’m not just crying out now, it’s full-blown moaning as the ecstasy surges through me, my body clamping down hard with every lick and circle of his tongue, the orgasm going on and on forever, seemingly endless as he refuses to stop licking me.
My clit gets so sensitive and tingly I want to push him off but I don’t know how. He finally takes pity of me and slowly moves his mouth to my inner thighs, but I really can’t have any more coherent thoughts. All my energy is drawn out of my body, so when he moves over me, untying my wrists, I curl my body into his and fall steadily asleep.
—fourteen—
Jaxson
It’s fucking dark in the basement storage room where Wolf wants me to wait for hours until David Bronson arrives. The thing is he had to get me in the club through unconventional routes or risk being seen with me which would be reported straight to Bronson. The old man’s out for blood and my name is a red flag.
So I wait, occasionally looking at my phone, going through the plan in my head for the hundredth time. Ella bandaged me up again before I left and made me take some pain-relieving pills. The whole time she was working on me, I worried she might actually suggest she wanted to come along but thankfully she didn’t. I have no wish to argue with her. Her sanity hangs from the proverbial thread at best. Her staying with two of Wolf’s most trusted associates was the best option for everyone involved.
I instinctively reach for my gun at the sound of footsteps outside the storage room. Three knocks on the door, the signal Wolf and I have agreed upon, and I relax a little.
The first one to go through the door is Brad. What the fuck is he doing here? Nate follows and then another dude I’ve never seen before and, finally, Wolf with a flashlight in his hand.
“What the fuck are you all doing here?” I ask Brad.
“You didn’t think I’d let your sorry ass get all the fun, did you?” Brad says, banging fists with me.
Wolf nods. Wolf told Brad? That’s just messed up how we all have turned into such pals all of a sudden.
“Did Brad drag you along?” I ask Nate, a little more emotional than I want to admit. It must be the fucking drugs.
“Nah, I’m an adrenaline junkie,” Nate says. “This is Tomas, wanted dead by rich husbands everywhere. Not bad to have in a fight.”
I shake hands with Tomas. “No shortage of fools,” I say with a grin.
“Will there be cocktails on this adventure?” Tomas says. He looks cool and laidback but if he’s friends with Nate, he’s probably half-insane.
We wait for a while before Wolf receives a text. “All right,” he says. “Showtime.”
We follow Wolf down musty hallways, turning endless corners until we get to a locked room. Wolf produces a key he’s not supposed to have. Inside, we find a trapdoor on the floor.