He’s naked, and still hard, but I don’t really notice. What I notice is his expression, taut and concerned, and when he touches me, it’s not sexual.
It’s worried.
He runs his fingers over my cheek, standing very close to me, as if he could shield me with his body. He’s almost brushing against me, but he doesn’t make a move to grope me or kiss me. Instead he gently cups my face, turning it to one side, looking at the bite marks in my lip and on my throat.
“Are you okay?” he asks gently, and I feel a sudden swell of emotion that could almost make me cry. I feel like a dozen different things all at once—exhausted and angry and confused and frustrated, and I don’t know if I want Jaxon to hold me or make me come. I was on the verge of an orgasm with Cayde before it all went to hell, and my body is still reverberating with the sensation, even as my chest tightens with the flood of emotion.
“He was fucking out of control,” Dean says from across the room, his voice verging on pissed. “So much for running the show.”
“We’ve all been out of control with Athena at one point or another,” Jaxon says quietly. “She does that to us. But I swore I’d never hurt her again. And I think Cayde was too rough—was he?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper. I’d enjoyed it in the moment, even been close to getting off on it, and our battle of wills. But now, in the aftermath, I don’t know if I really liked it, or if I’d just enjoyed baiting him.
Jaxon’s fingers stroke my cheek, and I feel his cock brush against my belly. I know he’s still aroused, that he’s the only one who hasn’t had any relief yet. He flogged me first, only to sit and wait while the other two fucked me, still hard as hell from the blowjob and watching. And yet, I know beyond a shadow of a doubt if I asked him to take me down from this right now and let me go to bed, he would. He’s the only one I trust completely, even after everything, to do just that.
“Do you want more?” he asks softly. “Do you want something different?”
I know what he’s offering me. He’s not going to punish me anymore, or fuck me roughly like Dean and Cayde did. He’s going to give me something else.
“I don’t know,” I admit, and I truly don’t. I feel a pulse of anticipation at the thought of Jaxon touching me, inside of me, but at the same time I’m practically hanging from the frame at this point, my body too exhausted to even hold myself up. “I don’t know—” I breathe in, closing my eyes. “Part of why I like being in here is that I don’t have to decide.”
The words come out before I mean for them to, and they hang in the air between us. I’ve never admitted it out loud before, even though I think it’s understood. But Jaxon’s hand presses against my face, tilting my chin up so that he can look into my eyes. His gaze holds mine for a long moment, as if he’s trying to read my mind.
And then he nods.
“Okay,” he murmurs.
He bends his head, and his lips brush against mine.
It’s nothing like either of the others. He leans into me, kissing me deeply, his tongue sweeping inside of my mouth and tangling with mine as his cock slides between my legs, slipping along my drenched folds as he rocks his hips against me. It takes a minute for me to realize what he’s doing, but when his piercing rubs against my oversensitive clit, his slick length following afterwards, back and forth, it immediately becomes clear.
“Oh god.” I moan against his lips, feeling the burst of pleasure every time his piercing rubs over my clit, and I can feel him tensing too, his arousal heightening as he rubs himself against me. His hands slide over me, skimming over the welts and bruised places and touching me everywhere that feels good, caressing me as he moves faster, bumping his piercing against me again and again with quick, sharp movements that push me towards an orgasm faster than I would have expected.
“Jaxon, I’m—” I breathe in, feeling myself start to shudder, and I can feel him grin against my lips, one hand coming up to cup my face.
“That’s right baby,” he groans. “Come for me. Come for me, and then I’ll slip inside of you, give you all of this thick cock, that’s right—”
I cry out as it crashes over me, my entire body convulsing in his arms as he keeps rubbing against me, giving me the friction I need exactly where I need it, prolonging the orgasm as long as he can. The moment he feels me relax into his arms, panting as I try to catch my breath, his hand slips between us and he angles his cock so that he slides into me in one thrust, his hand moving to my hip to brace me gently as he sinks inside of me.
Usually his thickness is an effort, but I’m so wet from multiple orgasms and full of Cayde and Dean’s cum already that he slips into me easily, and I hear him groan as he starts to thrust slowly, his mouth pressed against my shoulder. “Fuck, Athena—” his hips twitch, and I can tell that he’s holding himself back, trying to go slowly. “God, you feel so good. I’ve been watching this whole time, imagining how good it would feel, howyouwould feel, ohfuck—”
“You don’t have to go slow,” I whisper. “I can take it.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.” He shudders, and I know it won’t take him long to finish. He’s been edging himself the entire time that Dean and Cayde were taking turns with me, and I can feel how hard he is, on the verge of coming already.
“You won’t.” I turn my head towards him, seeking out his mouth to kiss him again. “I want you to feel good, too.”
Jaxon lets out a breathless groan, his mouth claiming mine again as he kisses me, deep and fierce, his tongue tangling hotly with mine as he starts to thrust harder, his cock sinking into me again and again in long, deep strokes that I can feel pushing my arousal higher too. I hadn’t thought I could come again, but the feeling of his body against mine, his piercing rubbing over that spot inside of me as he fucks me slow and deep, makes me feel as if I’m on the verge of another climax. I arch my back, moaning, the sound disappearing into our kiss, and I catch a glimpse of Dean nearby, watching as he slowly strokes himself.
“You can have her mouth when I’m done, if she’s okay with that,” Jaxon groans, seeing Dean out of the corner of his eye too. “But I want to be the last one tonight—oh!” He cries out as my hips arch against his, my pussy clenching around him as I feel myself starting to come, and his mouth crashes down onto mine again, devouring my lips in a searing kiss as he surges against me, his cock sinking into me until he can’t go any further as he starts to shudder, too.
“Oh god yes, come with me Athena,fuck, fuck—” he nearly shouts as I feel him go iron-hard inside of me, heat filling me as he presses me hard against the wooden frame, one arm sliding around my waist to hold me against him as we come together, moaning helplessly with the pleasure of it.
We stay like that for a long moment, Jaxon holding my trembling body against him as he comes down from the orgasm panting, and then finally he slips out of me, still catching his breath.
Slowly and carefully, he undoes the straps at my wrists and ankles, and I catch a glimpse of Dean over his shoulder, still working himself towards another climax as he watches us.
He steps forward as Jaxon unbuckles me, and I see Jaxon give him a warning look. “Dean—” he starts to say, but I sink to my knees, wanting to finish this.