JAX (Breaking the Declan Brothers #1) (11 page)

“Shit,” I hiss as my hands pull me further open. Damn. I think I want him to keep doing that. And the more I make those pathetic moans, he does; he spanks my pussy that much harder.

“Fuck, Em.” He grabs my hands and turns me around. His body presses against my back as he crushes me to the wall, and being anywhere, trapped by him, is so hot. “I can’t take it anymore.” His breath sears my neck. “I need to give that ass a proper spanking.” The weight of his body vanishes. “Push it out for me.”

“Like this?” I press my palms into the wall, and I sway my hips back, wanting it.

“Yes. Fuck, princess. Your ass is fucking perfect.” I hear him moving behind me then I see his jeans drop to the floor.  There’s a tearing sound behind me. I think he’s putting on a condom. My hips rotate. “Stay still,” he grunts. My heart races as I wait for him to spank me, fuck me. Really, I don’t care what he does to my body just as long as he does something.

His firm hand comes down hard on my ass. The sound of it coupled with his low growl slices my surrender wide open. I push my ass out. “I told you to stay still.” He strikes my ass again. He waits a second and then his hand slaps my tender cheek once more.

“Oh, baby,” he rubs my tingling ass, “you’re so red. Like that too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say, unashamed, knowing that nothing between us could be wrong.

“You want more, baby?”

“Yes.” I cling to the wall, begging for more. Oh, God yes. I fucking want more. My ass is on fire, but I need him to stoke those flames. It’s a raw act of possession. I want him to take me any way he wants. I can hear him behind me. Each time his hand comes down, the sounds he’s making, damn, this is turning him on, too.

“Fuck, I gotta have you.” He flips me back around, our eyes clash. His hard chest escalates and cascades, a violent beast in the thralls of attack. He grips the back of my thighs and lifts me. I catch his broad shoulders and cry out as his cock enters me fast and hard. Everything the man does is fast and hard, and fuck, I love it. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him as he presses deeper into me, claiming my entire being.

His hands move to my ass. His fingers dig into my hypersensitive skin. He slams me against the wall and savagely drives his cock into me. “Em,” he breaks from my mouth. “Fuck, baby, you feel more amazing than I could’ve ever imagined. I’ve wanted you for so long.” His aggressive hands push and pull me to and from him.

I feel every ridge of his cock, feel it pulsate inside of me. Feel him, like he’s a part of me. I thrash my hips, surging down to meet his every upward thrust. My womb tightens. It hurts, that good hurt, the same hurt I felt every time his firm hand landed on my body.

Oh shit! I think I’m going to come.

Wait. What’s going on here? I don’t come from mere penetration. When it comes to me, it’s all about the clit. Still, my body shakes threatening a blood rushing, out-of-this-world climax.

I need him so much. I need more of him. I dig my nails into his back, and that forces him harder into me. I move against him, hot, wild, and abandoned. But I can’t get enough. I squeeze my arms tighter around his neck and press everything that I am closer. He deepens his violent movements. Still, I need more.

What if this is it, all he’s willing to give me? Like what he had with that woman, a one-time thing? I can’t have this be a one-time thing. I can’t lose him. My heart’s beating so hard. I fight for each breath. I feel as if I let go and give into this absolution, I’m going to break into a million pieces, and it’ll be over. We’ll be over.  It’s too much. I’m suffocating, drowning in the emotions collapsing inside of me. My body needs release. I’m so ready to come. Yet, I can’t seize the words as they escape my trembling lips. “No more!”  

Jax’s entire body stills. Breaths heavy and uneven, his hard muscles slacken beneath me. His hands slowly move down from my ass. He scoops me up into his arms. Unable to face him, I bend my head down against his chest. I used the damn safe word, but I didn’t use it because he’s hurting me. I used it because I’m afraid that he might do some permanent damage to my heart. He carries me over to the bed and gently lays me on it. His eyes meet mine with such affection and affliction. He slides in beside me and pushes the hair from my face. “Okay. No more, Em.” He stares down at me, a hint of unfamiliar apprehension lurking in his shadowy eyes.

I don’t know why I do it, but a tear releases from the corner of my eye. I blame it on the uncontrollable emotions of our closeness. How bad I want him. How much I need him. Oh, God. It’s fucking happening. I’m falling for Jax Declan. And I’m a mental wreck because of it.

He palms my cheeks, and it hurts to see him like this, so confused and bruised. I close my eyes. “I’m sorry, princess.” He kisses my forehead. It just creates more tears. What’s wrong with me? I’m having a damn meltdown because I’m afraid to lose him—because I want him so bad. Because I can’t handle a bit of mind-blowing, awesome sex.

Well, hell. This is so not the way to keep him.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Fuck. She’s crying. I made her fucking cry. Motherfucker! I fucked it up. Just as I feared, my brutal needs messed up things with my beautiful Em. I didn’t see it coming. I watched for the signs, but the responses I got from her, dammit. She begged me for more, and I thought she was with me. I thought she accepted me. But fuck, I made her cry.

 My hand shakes as I cradle the side of her face. I swallow trying to clear the lump in my throat.  “I’m sorry, princess.” I lean forward and gently press my lips to her forehead.

I feel her hand cover mine. I pull back, finding her glistening blue eyes. I stare down at her. Breaths erratic, I’m afraid to move. Her other hand comes toward me, and her warm palm softly rests on my cheek. I lean into it, selfishly needing her touch.

“Kiss me, Jax.” She pulls me closer to her.

“Em,” I say, searching her as my thumb wipes a tear from the corner of her eye.

“Please, Jax, don’t say anything,” she breathes. “Just kiss me.” Parting her lips, she raises herself to me.

I go slow, brushing lightly over her succulent mouth. I take my time, trying to prove, not only to her, but also to myself that I’m capable of being gentle for her. I’ll be anything she needs me to be.

Her hand slides up my forearm, her other hand reaches behind my neck. She deepens the kiss and a sweet moan quivers from her. Fuck, those sounds are enough to make me lose control. I remain calm though, allowing her to explore me at her pace. Whatever she needs, I’ll give it to her. Her fingers trace down my neck, my chest, my abs, and fuck, my cock refills the condom still clinging to my skin.

“Touch me,” she says, her words so close and warm against my ear. I turn my hand from her cheek and feather my knuckles along her silky arm. Watching her, I draw the tips of my fingers down between her breasts and linger at the soft swell of her belly. “Lower, Jax.”

Keeping my eyes locked with hers, I carefully move my hand to between her legs. My cock stiffens as my fingers meet her wetness. I go slow, petting and caressing her. My heart pounds hard in my chest.

Her eyes flutter.

“More,” I softly say.

“Yes, Jax,” she whispers. “More.” She peers up at me through hooded eyes. I find the fleshy nub nestled in the heart of all her softness, and I gently rub it. “More,” she says, and her back arches. Not breaking eye contact, I lower my head and wet one lush rosy nipple with the tip of my tongue. I stroke her clit a little harder. “Yes,” she hisses. Hips lifting, her body presses closer to my touch. My mouth gets greedy. I capture her nipple with my lips and suck. She grabs my hair and pulls me closer. And that’s all I need. I push my finger deep inside of her. Another sweet wanton moan echoes to my ears.

My mouth slips from her nipple. Now she’s watching me. I move down toward the end of the bed. I trace my finger up her ankle, lean forward and kiss the length of her slender leg. I run my lips along her thigh, making my way to the dampness between her legs. I nuzzle my nose into her musky moisture with a low growl. I gently slip my tongue over her clit. I gaze up at her and wait.

“More, Jax,” she says, and I latch my lips around her clit, flicking my tongue against it. “Oh, my God!” She grabs my hair, pulling me. “Yes, more!”

I thrust a finger into her tight opening. She cries out again, and I do what I do. I lick, suck, and fuck her with my tongue. I fuck her with my fingers. And I don’t stop until her body’s shivering. Until she’s thrashing beneath my touch. Until I hear the bittersweet sound of her release.

I crawl over her, resting my elbows beside her head, holding my body over hers, and wait for her breaths to slow down. I brush the hair back from her face, and she finally comes to. She looks up at me, eyes sparkling with satisfaction. My heart swells. “You’re so beautiful, Em.”

“Jax,” her eyes sink right into my swelling heart, “don’t stop.”

“More?” I arch an eyebrow.

She wraps her legs around my hips. My cock is but a slip away from becoming one with my beautiful Em again. “I want all of you,” she says.

“Princess, there’s no need to want.” I kiss her parted lips, shift, and ease myself slowly into her. Our bodies join, and finally, we become one. She gasps, her arms clinging to me as she calls out my name. I hold myself inside of her, absorbing her tightness and warmth. I’m sweating, trying to hold back my raging desires. I gently lure my hips back. “Shit, baby.” My entire body shudders as I press back in. “You’re so…fuck, you’re exquisite.” I ease myself back in again. Her hands move to my shoulders. My restraint dithers. I grab her hands, lift them above her head, and entwine my fingers into hers. I catch her blue eyes, full of such passion and surrender. “So fucking beautiful, princess.” I kiss her, rotating my hips. Slow at first, but when she starts to grind me, pressing her hips frantically against me, she takes the last of my restraint. I grip tighter to her hands and delve deeper into her with each rhythmic push.

“Jax,” her hips lift. “I’m gonna—”

“It’s okay. Do it, baby,” I grit between clenched teeth. “Do it, baby. I’m with you, Em. I’m right fucking here with you.” I throw my head back, and the second I hear her cry, I join her, releasing years of desires. I let go of those years of craving and needing right into my beautiful Em.

Once our bodies set free their last shudder, I roll over to my side and pull all her softness against me. I wrap my arms around her and lay there listening to our rapid breaths. I wait for the calm. This moment, of having her in my arms like this, has been a long time coming.

I brush my hand over her silky hair. I do it until her breathing evens out. “You okay?” I bend down and kiss the top of her head. I feel her nod on my chest. “Listen, about before, if I got too rough—”

“Jax.” She slides her hand down my arm. “I don’t want to talk about that right now.”

“All right,” I run my fingers through her hair, “but, baby, we will have to eventually.”

“We will. Just not tonight,” she quietly says.

“Promise me something?”

Her head tilts back and she looks up at me. “Anything,” she says. Fuck, if I don’t believe her. It’s in her eyes. She’s mine. At least, at this moment, she’s fucking mine.

“Can you promise me that when I wake up in the morning you’ll still be here in my arms?”

She stares up at me, and my body goes numb. Did I just get too cocky there? Maybe I don’t completely have her.

“Jax.” She gently palms my cheek. “I’m not going anywhere.” Her hand moves down my neck, and she nestles her face back into my chest.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Mornin’ beautiful.” Waking to the sound of Jax’s husky voice sends frissons of desire all through me. I glance up and find his dark hooded eyes waiting for me, and I smile. This time, I don’t want to run. I want to stay.

I lower my head back down and gently rub my cheek against his muscular chest. I inhale his exhilarating scent and, with the hint of sex still lingering in the air, another shiver ripples down my spine.

My hand moves over his tight stomach. Drawn to his nipple, I kiss it, and I can’t stop my tongue as it sneaks out for a lick. Christ, even his nipple feels good on my lips, and the taste of him, so delicious.