just—yeah, oh fuck—like that… keep going.” Following his lead, I move again, letting him set the pace.
He reaches for me, hands gripping my hips, fingernails digging into my flesh. “Come on. Harder, Madd. I need… fuck, I need more.”
I brace my hands on the edge of the desk and give him what he wants. I pump my hips, in and out, falling into a steady rhythm that falls apart when Jax growls in displeasure. “Fuck me like you mean it, goddamn it.”
Lifting his legs, I hold his ankles by my shoulders and tug him closer, then I give him what he wants and pound mercilessly into his ass. The vision of my dick being swallowed by his tight, hot hole has me clenching my jaw in an effort to stave off my orgasm. Each glide has my balls slapping deliciously against his ass, and I know I won’t be able to hold it much longer.
“Give me your mouth” he demands, reaching for me.
Releasing his legs, I lean down and feel him wrap himself around my body. His fingers tangle in my hair, he’s biting, scratching across my jaw and up my neck as we move together.
At the same time his muscles clench around my cock and I release inside him, I take his cock in my hand and pump him once, twice… the third time sees him spill over my hand and his stomach. I bring my fingers to my lips and suck them, making Jax groan.
“I fucking love it when you do that,” he says, then he grabs my hand and sucks my finger into his mouth as I withdraw from his body slowly.
Tugging me back down, our tongues dance, twirling, licking, sucking until we’re a mess of limbs, sweat and come. When our kisses turn lazy, Jax pulls me down to his side and we face one another, our noses almost touching, fingers twined together.
“You okay?” he asks.
I nod. “I am now. I was fucking terrified to tell you, but I’m glad I did.” I pause, searching for the right words. “I feel different now. Not as heavy, you know?”
He swipes my hair off my forehead and cups my cheek. “You know I wouldn’t have recovered from losing you.” He laces our fingers together again and presses our joined hands to his heart. “You’ve been here for so long… it doesn’t even feel right to call it mine when it beats solely for you.”
Well goddamn. If you asked me ten minutes ago, I’d have said there was no way I could ever love him more than I already do. Then he goes and whispers words that would cause Shakespeare himself to swoon, and I find myself falling a little deeper after all.
CHAPTER 16
OAKLEY
A six-foot-tall bamboo fence surrounds the rear parking lot of Corrupt for what I’ve learned is one of their more popular adult only events. Corrupted Mermaids is the theme this year, and if the beach set up—complete with pristine white sand—isn’t a giveaway, the fifteen girls dressed in shell bras and mermaid tails would be a dead giveaway.
“Good day for it,” a deep voice says beside me.
I turn to see one of our regulars, Nick. “It is,” I say, extending the tray in my hands. “Would you like a drink, or a shot?”
He eyes the fancy cocktails and the bright blue shots on my tray, then shakes his head. “I’ll stick to beer. Thanks, Oakley.”
Shelly was right, I’ve only been working at Corrupt a few weeks and already I know so many people by name and I love the sense of familiarity it gives me. I give him a smile before he heads over to the bar, throwing his empty bottle into the trash can on his way. Nick is a huge guy with a long scraggly beard and dark brown eyes. He’s one of the sweetest men I’ve ever met, a real softie beneath that rough exterior.
Two women rush me dressed in white string bikinis, their neck adorned with the shell necklaces and leis we’re giving out today.
This is no ordinary dress-up party. Angel, along with a few of the dancers, organized a renowned makeup artist to come in and transform the girls into stunning mermaids complete with fake gills, glittering eyeshadow and highlighter, and an array of metallic makeup that makes the scales on their necks and chests appear so realistic I can’t stop staring, waiting for them to flicker against the setting sun.
After the excitement of the topless carwash died down and the