I barely have time to take an inhale when he’s nudging my entrance with his bulbous tip. He lets out a hissing growl, pushing forward and I can feel my pussy walls stretching almost painfully to accommodate him. Due to the lack of prep, there’s a sharp sting as he keeps surging, and I gasp and squirm in his arms, my legs clenching around his waist.
“Stay still, woman,” he snarls as he goes deeper, and my fucking eyes roll when finally, he bottoms out.
“Fuck, Jax,” I moan low, my body relishing the fullness that only he can give. It’s almost too much when he’s fully seated inside me, I swear he touches my cervix, but I love it.
“Jesus, I’ve missed being inside you, Baby Girl,” he confesses, his voice raspy like sandpaper as he starts to withdraw, mindful of my comfort even though he threatened force.
“Show me, Jax,” I urge, grabbing his man bun in my fist and yanking, looking directly into the swirling depths of his blue eyes that flicker in the light from the torches. “Show me how much you’ve missed my cunt.”
His answer is a growl, and he thrusts hard, filling me up and making me scream with the hint of pain and the overwhelming pleasure that follows. My arse is still throbbing from Ash’s attention earlier, the rough wood chafing the marks that he left, and just adding to the delicious sensations that are running all over my body.
True to my request, Jax shows me how much he’s missed my pussy. With every powerful thrust and animalistic sound that leaves his lips, he tells me that I am his, and he is mine. I take all that he has to give me, feeling him deep inside me, rubbing and massaging my inner walls, until the wonderful burn of an orgasm builds in my core.
“Jax…” I gasp, my hands letting go of his hair, nails digging into the back of his neck.
“I got you, baby,” he rumbles out.
Without missing a single thrust, he leans in and bites down so hard on my neck, I know that he’s broken the skin. I throw my head back, hitting it on the post as my climax tears through me with the force of a riptide, my mouth open in a soundless scream. My whole body shudders and convulses, my pussy clenching and fluttering around Jax’s huge member, gripping him so tightly that I’m surprised he can continue.
But he does, not letting up, and sucking my neck so that my orgasm keeps rippling over me, almost becoming too much. Finally, after a few long minutes, he thrusts deeper than he has done so far, a whimper leaving my lips just as a roar leaves him, and he stills.
We stay connected, panting and trying to come back to the pier, the Indonesian night wrapping around us in a comforting embrace, the sound of the waves lulling us into a trance-like state.
I feel a cool drop on my overheated skin, landing on my shoulder. For a moment, I panic, thinking that Jax is crying for some reason, but then another lands on my knee, and another on my head, until all of a sudden the heavens open, and rain pelts down on us.
A joyous laugh tumbles out of me, my head still tipped back and my eyes closed, letting the rain cool me and wash over my body. Jax nuzzles my neck, a spike of pain flaring where he bit me.
“We should probably get inside, Baby Girl,” he raspingly says into my ear, and I shiver at the sound combined with the feel of cool rain.
He pulls out, helping me down and stabilising me on unsteady legs. Looking down, I can see he’s still pretty hard, the condom filled with his cum, slightly dangling off the tip. I smile as my idea from earlier pops back into my mind.
As Jax reaches down, I grab his wrist, halting his movement. He looks up at me in confusion, then a heat enters his lust filled eyes as I sink down onto my knees before him. Carefully, I take the rubber off, holding it upright, then roll my eyes back up and watch him as I lick his dick clean. He twitches like he wants to pull away, but instead, he wraps his hand in my hair.
I finish with a final lick to the tip, noticing that he’s almost fully hard again. Then, keeping eye contact, I bring the condom up to my lips and tip it so that his cum flows into my mouth. His eyes widen, nostrils flaring, and the hand in my hair tightens, as I lower my hand, opening my mouth so that he can see the salty liquid on my tongue before I close my lips and swallow.
I hear two groans next to me.
“Did you just…” Loki trails off, and I look over to see him with his dick out, his own cum glistening on the tip.
“We should get in from the rain,” I hear Ash order, his voice husky, but sounding pissed off.
“Just because you’ve got frozen blue balls, Vanderbilt,” Loki grumbles, putting his dick away.
“Or it could be because Lilly is shivering and her lips look blue,” Ash deadpans, stepping up to me and holding out his hand. I can’t help but notice the boner he’s sporting, poor man.
His words set the guys in motion, Jax’s hand falling from my hair as he pulls up his shorts. He reaches down, grabbing my knickers and harems, then frowning when he realises how wet they already are. Ash helps me up, having taken off his shirt and wraps me in it. It reaches to just below my arse so I’m somewhat covered, and he tucks me under his arm, all of us tramping down the jetty towards the entrance to the villa whilst the tropical rain pours down on us.
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JAX
I pull the sleeping beauty closer to me, wrapping myself around her soft, naked body and taking a deep inhale of everything that is Lilly as I listen to the rain that still pours outside the open window. My body starts loosening up as her smell settles into my soul after the past two weeks of hell.
I breathe a sigh of relief that Lilly and they guys weren’t here to see the more serious withdrawal symptoms. An image of lying on the floor, curled up into a ball crying with the pain in my joints and muscles flashes across my mind, my arms pulling her even closer as I bury my face in her ginger scented hair—fucking Ash.
The symptoms have eased, the only reason that I agreed to seeing everyone, although as tonight seems to be proving so far, the insomnia is still going fucking strong. I’ve been swinging between being wide awake to sleeping for what’s felt like days. And the mood swings have been off the charts.
Part of the other reason for seeing the guys, especially Lilly, is my hope that it’ll help to stave off the depression that’s been looming over me the past few days. I can already feel Lilly’s magic working, weaving over me like a spell of protection. Ash was right when he called her a pixie, and I am willing to surrender myself to her fae powers.