His cock swells, throbbing inside of me, and I slide up the length of him, squeezing around him as I watch the tortured expression of pleasure on his face as I come back down inch by inch. He feels so fucking good filling me up, but it feels even better to be the one in charge, to be the one calling all the shots.
To make him beg for it, instead of the other way around.
“Fuck, Athena—” Jaxon’s hands tighten on my hips, and I can feel the effort that it’s taking for him not to just pound into me, to fuck me hard and fast until he comes the way I know he’s dying to right now.
I do it twice more, sliding up and down his length long and slow, until he’s gasping and trembling and I know he’s at the very limit of his control. And then I open my eyes, on the verge of another orgasm myself, and look down at him as I drag my nails across the claw marks on his chest again.
“Alright, Jaxon,” I whisper, sliding down the length of his cock and holding myself there. “You can come for me now.”
I start to ride him again, but he’s already shuddering. “Fuck!” he cries out, his entire body convulsing as he grabs my ass, his cock throbbing violently as his orgasm erupts. I can feel him coming hard, the hot rush of it filling me as his head tips back, his mouth dropping open as he groans helplessly.
The feeling of him coming sets off another climax for me, too, and I arch my back, grinding down onto him as I cry out. I tip forward, burying my hands in his hair as I kiss him hard, sucking his wounded lip into my mouth as the sounds coming from his mouth turn nearly pained, his hips still jerking with each shudder of his orgasm.
For a moment, the two of us just lay like that, trembling together with the physical and emotional release of what just happened. I can feel that something has shifted between us, a new and uncharted territory opening up.
And I have no idea what’s going to happen next.
11
JAXON
It feels like something had ended and begun all at the same time. As I lay there with Athena trembling in my arms, my cock still half-hard inside of her and twitching with the aftermath of my pleasure, I don’t know what comes next.
I just know that I’m fucking glad she didn’t tell me to leave.
She’d taken everything out on me, every bit of rage and hurt, and it had felt fucking good for her, I could tell. Good in a way that no number of rounds in the boxing ring could have matched. She gave back as good as she’s been getting all this time that she’s been in the house, and in a twisted way, I’m glad that I was the one she was able to do that with.
It feltrightsomehow. My skin is stinging under her hands where she clawed me, my lip swollen and still trickling blood, my cock aching with the force of the orgasm I just had, and yet I feel as if some kind of weight has been lifted off of me.
With her still in my arms, the two of us still on the floor, I roll to one side while still inside of her, hooking one leg over hers to pull her closer.
“Do you forgive me?” I whisper, my voice rough and hoarse in the sudden silence of the room. “You don’t have to, Athena. And I’ll spend the rest of my days trying to make up for it if need be.”
The words come out suddenly, before I can stop them, and they hang in the air between us for a moment. Her eyes widen, and I use that moment to roll her onto her back, hovering over her as my cock twitches again deep inside of her, hardening already just from the feeling of having her so close to me.
The rest of my daysis not a concept I’ve thought of very often. This town is a jail cell, everything about my life a prison, and I’ve never believed that there was anything to look forward to in my future. It’s a strange feeling, for your life to have barely begun and to feel like there’s nothing left.
Athena doesn’t belong to me. But I’m not so sure that she belongs to Cayde or Dean, either.
I think, maybe, that we’re starting to belong to her.
“How many days do we have?” Athena whispers, and for the first time in a long time, I see the anger and hurt in her face start to lift, and a glimmer of humor behind it all.
“I don’t know,” I tell her truthfully, and I risk raising one hand up to her face, running my fingers over her cheek. She doesn’t pull away, and I feel my heart thump in my chest, some dangerous emotion taking root that I haven’t felt in such a long time I’ve started to forget what to call it at all.
I don’t want to say that I love her. I don’t even want to think about it, as if just the thought could summon all of the ways this town could take her away from me.
I’m not sure that I want to love anyone, ever again.
It hurts too much when they’re gone.
Her lips part as I trail my fingers down to her jaw, feeling how smooth and soft she is under the rough pads of my fingertips, and I feel her soft indrawn breath as she squirms just a little underneath me. That’s enough to make me rock hard again, my cock stiffening inside of her and making her gasp, and I rock my hips against her just a little, enough to hear that sweet small gasp again.
“I've wanted you since the first day,” I murmur, bending down to kiss Athena’s lips. “I just don’t want any part of this fucking town, and I didn’t think I could have one without the other. But now—”
Her legs come up around my hips, wrapping around me and pulling me in, deeper than before. I groan with the sudden pleasure of it, my hips jerking as I lose control for a moment, the wet hot grip of her so intensely good that it’s all I can do to not just throw all self-control to the wind and start fucking her wildly.
“I wanted you too.” Athena’s voice is very close to my ear, her breath warm against it as her hands slide over my shoulders. “You said to stay away, but it was so hard. I wanted you to be the first—”