Jax Dirty Air Series Novels & Stories

JAX The air in the city was thick. It did not smell like the mountain. It smelled like old oil, trash, and too many people. We were far from the Iron Howler home. We were in the "Grey District," a place where the sun never seemed to reach the ground. I looked at the girl standing next to me. She did not look like my mate neither did she look like Raven. She wore a wig made of short, white hair. Her face was hidden behind big, dark glasses and wore a heavy leather jacket that was too big for her.

“Look at that—step-sis pussy milking me for more. You’re never walking straight again.” Jada texts: Back in van. Don’t wipe a drop. I want stains on the seat for proof. Send pic of the puddle. And wave to the family—they’re filming. We stumble back with thighs slick, dress clings to my cum-glazed skin and Zion’s shorts stay a ruined, crusty mess. Parents don’t even glance up with Dad on his phone while Mom sips gas-station coffee. I slide onto his lap again with seatbelt clicking and his cock already stirs to nudge my entrance like it never left.

Ajax didn't stop moving; he rode me right through the peak of the climax, keeping up the finger-fucking through the entire orgasm until the last aftershock slowly rode out. Once my breathing began to settle and my legs stopped shaking quite as hard, he slowly slid his wet fingers out of my dripping core with a soft, wet sound. I leaned against the wall for support, my eyes fluttered open in the dim light as I struggled to see through my tear-streaked eyes. In one fluid motion, Ajax reached down to his waist and tugged the white towel off his hips, letting it drop to the floor. My eyes immediately fell on his cock, which was completely hard and throbbing violently.

The laughter soon passed, and they all sat, looking at the sky. “The stars really are beautiful here.” Said Jenna. Clay smiled, “Are they not in your timeline?” he asked. Jenna sighed, “No, the sky is covered in smog.” Clay frowned and he smiled, “well, you are never going back so we can watch them now whenever you want.” Jenna smiled and nestled into him.

I saw a lot worse in my line of work, but every time I came across something like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Jackson was tall, with dirty blond hair bordering to red and freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose. He had a babyish face. If he was a comic book character, he'd definitely be Archie. The desk across from the bed was flat on the floor, along with papers and stationery which appeared to be scattered everywhere. A black diary was face down.

Before long they were both coming undone together. Jax flipped over onto his back beside her. After a few minutes he took off the condom, tied it and threw it in the small trash can beside his bed. "Ah, Jax? How clean are your sheets?" Raine asked. Jax laughed. "Don't worry, I don't bring any women in my room to my bed. And the cleaners come every Monday anyway. Damn, I knew it was going to be good, but fuck me, not that damn good!"

"Kate, pass me a disinfectant. The atmosphere is polluted." Kate gaffawed and threw her a small plastic spray bottle of disinfectant, which she usually kept in her purse. Jenna caught it like a pro, sprayed around her bare arm where Drake touched, her skin reddened slightly at the harsh disinfectant. Then, she sprayed in the air around him continuously and said, "leave now, and don't pollute the air anymore." Her table braced with mocking laughter. Drake was so furious that he made a move to grab her again when a stronger arm pressed his. It was so painful, that is he broke out in cold sweats. When eyes turned in the direction of the hand, everyone froze.

The hunter let out a muffled grunt and collapsed. “Roxy, the dock!” Jax yelled. He had grabbed a heavy bag of flour and hurled it at the remaining hunter, creating a white cloud that gave us a three-second window. We burst out onto the loading dock. The night air was freezing, but it felt like heaven compared to the silver-tainted death inside. “My car is three blocks away”, Jax panted, his gold shimmer now completely gone, replaced by the grey ash of the silver vapor he'd inhaled. He kept coughing a wet rattling sound that terrified me. “We can make it.”

When he shifted in the seat, the fabric pulled tight over his crotch. I looked away fast, but not fast enough. He caught me. He smirked. “Long drive, huh?” “Yeah,” I muttered. My cock was already half-hard in my jeans. The rain kept pounding. The heater was on low, but the air in the cab felt thick and warm. Jax stretched his arms above his head. His shirt rode up, showing a strip of wet skin and a dark happy trail. “Mind if I take this off? I’m freezing.”

The slamming of the heavy blast door behind them was final, a thunderous punctuation mark on their narrow escape from the Flesh Factory. Jack Sterling stood in the sudden quiet, his chest heaving, the smell of burnt hydraulic fluid and ozone clinging to his skin. He could still hear the clack-clack-clack of the Cleaners’ legs on the other side of the steel barrier, a relentless, chittering hunger that was momentarily denied.