I slump sideways onto the bed as my muscles all go limp.
"My turn, baby girl," he murmurs, pushing up onto his knees and running a hand along my back. I mumble something incoherent.
He pulls my ass into the air and takes his place behind me. He's gentle when he slides into me, though even with his slow thrusts, it doesn't take long for my pleasure to spike and my moans to start up again.
"Quiet, baby, or my parents will hear you," he rasps.
My mouth slams shut at the reminder. It's so easy to get lost in Jax when he's like this. I completely forgot that we're currently fucking in his childhood bedroom at his parents' house.
I manage to stifle my sounds for a little bit. But when he starts thrusting harder,deeper, it's pretty much impossible to stay quiet.
"Do I need to keep you quiet?" he growls. It would sound annoyed if I didn't know Jax as well as I do. He's not annoyed, he'sexcited. At the idea of busying my mouth with something.
I love him when he's like this, all alpha and dirty. In the past few months, he's made every single fantasy I've ever had a reality. He flinches at nothing, wants what I want, and will do anything to please me. My pleasure bringshimpleasure. And if that means degrading me a little bit… then that's what he's going to do.
Just to taunt him, I don't stifle my moans. They're not loud enough to actually alert his parents downstairs, but they're enough to force Jax into action.
I feel the bed shift as he slides out of me and moves off the bed. Curious, I push onto my hands and peek over my shoulder, straining to see what he has planned.
Watching as he bends over to dig through our pile of clothes on the floor, I suck in a breath when I see him pull his belt out of the loops on his pants.
He smirks when he sees me biting my lip through a smile. "I love how much you love my belts," he says with a grin. I don’t take my eyes off him, my body dripping with anticipation as he walks toward my head, his belt held like an offering in his hand.
"Open," he orders.
I open my mouth obediently, my gaze locked onto his eager expression.
He pushes the folded-in-half belt between my lips and waits until I bite down on the leather before letting it go. The weight of the buckle pulls it down just enough that I have to force myself to keep my teeth clamped so I don't drop it.
Jax brushes the back of his hand along my cheek, the contrast between his gentle touch and dirty action making me even hotter than I already am.
His voice is just as gentle. "If you drop it, I'll spank you and won't let you come until we're back home."
My eyes narrow in confusion.The whole point of this is to keep me quiet. How are you going to spank me quietly?
He reads my thoughts in a way that only Jax can. Like he knows my reactions, feelings, musings, before I'm even aware of them myself.
He grins. "Where I'll be spanking, I won't need to go hard or be loud."
A shiver runs through my whole body at the thought of him spanking my pussy. I have no doubt he would do it in a way that I would enjoy, but I'm not exactly keen to try it out right now. All it does is convince me I shouldn't drop the belt.
Jax sees the decision in my eyes. With a nod of approval, he moves out of my sight until I feel the bed dip behind me again. A hand caresses the length of my spine down to my waist. I can practically feel his hot gaze traveling over my body, and it's enough to make my heartrate spike with anticipation.
He slides inside me and starts moving at a rough pace. He's not taking his time or easing me into it, he's just going right back to chasing his pleasure. No more teasing.
It doesn't take me long to start panting around the leather in my mouth. And then to start groaning. By the time a few whimpers slip out, I'm fairly concerned I'm going to lose this game.
"Don't you dare drop it," Jax growls behind me. I clamp my teeth down harder, saliva starting to drip from the corners of my mouth as I struggle to keep my bite. But my jaw is aching and the pleasure is starting to make my body shake with the need to keep it at bay so I don't lose control.
I squeeze my muscles in an effort to keep the sensations at bay. I hear Jax's breath hitch when I tighten around him, his movements getting harder, more carnal.
"Don't drop it, Hailey," he rasps, his words taking on a desperate tone.
I squeeze my eyes shut, focused solely on obeying. Saliva drips from my mouth and coats the leather. The ache in my jaw is enough to muffle my moans and keep my orgasm from completely taking over. I feel Jax's thrusts become frenzied but it's a distant sensation, second to my singular focus on the belt in my mouth.
"Fuck, fuck,fuck," Jax starts to chant under his breath, his grip on my hips adding another tinge of pain to the overwhelming sensations.
He lets go with a groan, shoving deep, and I whimper at the feeling of him coming inside me.