My knees actually weaken and buckle, so Jax reaches down to grip under my thighs, hoisting me up against the wall. He tears his lips away from mine so he can trail them along my jaw and down my neck. "Fuck, Hailey, I almost lost my mind yesterday not being able to kiss you. I've been dying for this all week. For you. I had to beg Aiden to take my classes tonight so I could come see you." The second the words are out of his mouth, he goes right back to devouring my mouth, kissing and nipping at my lips.
I can't find the motivation to separate us again long enough to answer, so instead I tighten my legs around his waist and sink my fingers into his hair so I can kiss him better.
Jax groans at my renewed vigor. Before long, his hips start pumping against me—or maybe it's my hips that are moving—and we're both panting from breathlessness.
He somehow manages to rip himself away and create a little bit of distance between our mouths. "Wait, wait, this isn't what I came here for," he pants. When I raise an eyebrow in disbelief, he amends his statement. "I mean,obviouslyI've been thinking about this all week. But I have a whole night planned out for us. I didn't come over just to bend you over and make you scream."
My insides liquefy at his words. I tug his head back to me and whisper against his lips, "Make me scream first, then we can go do whatever you have planned."
A desperate groan is all I get before he's attacking my mouth again. His hands tighten on my ass and he starts rolling his hips into mine, all while kissing me like a man starved.
"Say please," he growls.
I purposefully wait a moment before I beg, "Jax, please."
A purely animalistic, male growl rumbles through his chest as he pulls me away from the wall. Taking a quick glance around the apartment, he immediately strides over to the wall of floor-to-ceiling windows and presses me against it. I gasp at the shock of the cold glass against my back, and Jax takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in my mouth again.
"I'm going to fuck you against this window." He whispers the promise into my skin. "The whole city is going to watch you come apart on my cock."
I can only whimper in excitement. He's barely even touched me, and I can already sense the orgasm simmering inside me. It's not going to take much for it to explode. In fact, just hearing him describe what he's going to do to me would probably be enough to set me off.
He unwraps my legs from his waist and sets me down on the ground. And without another word, he rips his own shirt off and then leans down to yank the leggings and underwear off my body.
I yelp and reach for his shoulder to steady myself. But it doesn't make a difference, because just as quickly he spins me around and has me face the window. I can barely focus enough to brace with my hands.
"Spread your legs for me," he orders as he steps away. I don't even hesitate before I do it. "Good girl. Now arch your back. Show me how badly that pretty pussy has been begging for me all week."
"Oh my God," I whimper, my forehead falling to the glass as my body threatens to combust from the erotic words. I'm definitely only a touch away from exploding.How does Jax have such a filthy mouth?
I follow his directions, and I'm rewarded with a groan, the only proof that he's just as affected by this as I am. I peek over my shoulder to see him standing there with his fist in his mouth and a pained look on his face.
And in this moment a little piece of me—one of the pieces that Steve destroyed with his dirty looks and passive aggressive comments—heals, as if it was never even damaged in the first place.
It makes me more desperate for Jax than I already am. I squirm in my stance and whine, "Jax, please."
He groans and drags his hand down his face. "Thatfuckingword," he growls. But immediately he reaches down and unbuckles his belt, opening his jeans just enough to pull his cock out.
I start panting as I watch him stroke his length. I thought begging would get him to hurry up, but Jax won’t rush this moment. Because he’srevelingin it.
He continues stroking himself as a finger trails down my spine. When he reaches my ass cheeks, he cups one almost lovingly.
“Such a perfect little whore, ready for my cock,” he whispers.
I suck in a breath at the words. I’ve been fantasizing about hearing something like that for as long as I’ve been having sex, but I never thought about how it would feel to actually hear them. I never expected the way my muscles would tighten in anticipation and excitement. I never expected to feel the rush of arousal in my core at the filthy sentiment.
I never expected that hearing them fromJaxwould set me on fire.
I can’t see him, but I can sense him closely watching my reactions. He’s stroking my skin with a tender touch, waiting to see if I want to play or if he needs to slow down. And when I let out a shuddering moan, he gets his answer.
“Good girl,” he praises as he drops a slap onto one cheek. At the sound of another moan, he repeats the motion on the other one.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he growls as he finally steps closer to me. When he grips my hip and touches his tip to my soaking-wet entrance, I know I'm only seconds away from losing it.
And when he pushes inside me with only a single hard thrust… I do.
The second he's filled me entirely, it's like someone lit the fuse and set off the explosion. I’m barely able to brace myself on the window as my orgasm tears through my body, and I’m completely oblivious to the fact that Jax hasn't even moved, he's just holding my hips and keeping me upright as my body shudders underneath him.
When the sparks finally fizzle, I hear Jax ask in an awe-filled voice, "Jesus Christ, Hailey, what was that?"