LOGINSCARLETT'S POVThe sound pulled me out of sleep like a hook, and the first thing I registered was the weight of his arm and the smell of his room.My phone was ringing full volume, and vibrating itself off the nightstand, and the FaceTime ringtone that was specifically designed by someone who hates peaceful mornings to be impossible to ignore.I opened one eye.His arm across was my waist, and his breathing was still the slow even rhythm, as he's very much asleep.I grabbed it before the second ring. Looked at the screen.IT'S LEXI – FACETIME.And above that, in the notification stack, she's sent six messages. Six. Sent between 1:47 AM and 6:23 AM. The preview of the most recent one visible above the incoming call:"SCARLETT OLIVIA LANE IF YOU DO NOT ANSWER THIS FACETIME I WILL SHOW UP AT YOUR HOUSE AND YOU KNOW I WILL DO IT"And I know that if she wanted to, she definitely would.I picked.But there was one problem...The problem was Jax.Jax, shirtless, and he's in bed with me, his
She kept bouncing on my dick, harder, faster, chasing something for herself now, her whole body shaking with the effort of it, her pussy was clenching tight and rhythmic around my cock with every drop of her hips.The milking slick stream was squeezing pressure, and my toes were completely curled, and I felt my own climb building fast and hard, and I was so fucking helpless against it, completely at her mercy in a way I'd never once let myself be with anyone, and amidst the pleasure, it was so fucking terrifying, pleasingly terrifying, beautiful vulnerability, a total surrender to the beast inside her."I'm close," I ground out, and the words tore from my throat, like a warning I couldn't control."Not yet.""Uhnnn... please.""Not yet," she said again, slowing deliberately, drawing it out, resting her hands on me and grinding in slow tight circles, reducing the hard fast pace that had been about to finish me, and I understood in that moment exactly what I'd done to her several times
She kept bouncing on my dick, harder, faster, chasing something for herself now, her whole body shaking with the effort of it, her pussy was clenching tight and rhythmic around my cock with every drop of her hips.The milking slick stream was squeezing pressure, and my toes were completely curled, and I felt my own climb building fast and hard, and I was so fucking helpless against it, completely at her mercy in a way I'd never once let myself be with anyone, and amidst the pleasure, it was so fucking terrifying, pleasingly terrifying, beautiful vulnerability, a total surrender to the beast inside her."I'm close," I ground out, and the words tore from my throat, like a warning I couldn't control."Not yet.""Uhnnn... please.""Not yet," she said again, slowing deliberately, drawing it out, resting her hands on me and grinding in slow tight circles, reducing the hard fast pace that had been about to finish me, and I understood in that moment exactly what I'd done to her several times
A dark, possessive hunger clawed through me, demanding to be fed. I need to fuck her. Need to be deep in her right now. Need to go deep until she's shaking and dripping and begging the exact same way."Please...urghhh, fuck—" I groaned again.She glanced back at me, with satisfaction written all over her face, the kind of satisfaction of someone who knew exactly what she was doing to me and had absolutely no intention of stopping, like a goddess of my ruin."Since you're begging so nicely," she teased, reaching back to line herself up. She wrapped her hand around my cock with a slow, torturous grip that nearly finished me right there, and a shock of pleasure ripped through me, so intense it made my toes curl, and a jolt of electricity shot straight to my spine."Don't," I warned, with my wrecked voice. "Not like that. Not yet. I need you inside. I need to be inside you. I need to fill you.""Because I want to be inside you when it happens."Something dark and pleased moved across her
JAX'S POVShe'd fallen asleep, or so I thought.Her breathing had gone slow and even against my chest, her whole weight was loose and heavy the way it only got when she was completely wrung out, spent, broken open by my hands and my mouth, which are literally two vessels I had emptied and filled again.And I lay there in the dark running my hand up and down her spine, feeling the heat of her skin, the tremble of her muscles, thinking about nothing, thinking about everything, still half stunned, half drunk on the sheer magnitude of how much she'd asked for tonight and how completely, how beautifully she'd taken it, how she'd let me ruin her, how she'd let me own her.Then her hand moved.Slow, deliberate, and dragging down my stomach in a way that had absolutely nothing sleepy about it. It felt like a spark of fire on ice, like a predator waking up inside the prey."You're supposed to be sleepy," I said, with a low voice, rough with the edge of a growl I just couldn't' quite suppress.
He drove in hard one last time and his cum poured out with a broken sound against my throat, his hips were grinding into me through every pulse of it, filling me as my pussy clenched around even more, milking every last twitch out of him. We were both shaking, both of us completely spent, and out of breath.He didn't move for a long moment after, still buried inside me, with his forehead pressed to mine, we were both breathing like we'd run somewhere. Then, slowly, carefully, he released my wrists, and I felt his hands move to them immediately, checking, the same automatic ritual as before, thumbs sweeping gentle over skin that hadn't even reddened, a soft, tender touch."You're not even marked," he said, sounding almost surprised, a note of wonder in his voice."I told you I was fine. I'm strong.""I still had to check. I always have to check."He eased out of me carefully, both of us hissing at the sensitivity, a sharp, sweet sting, and pulled me in against his chest instead, arms w







