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I’m about to get down off the machine when Jax stops me with hands on my waist.
“And I love you for it,” he says earnestly, kissing me once more. “I promise. To know that you can protect our family as well as Baxter, Rebel, Ace or I can...it’s amazing.”
I laugh at the way he doesn’t mention Thorn. We all know he’s too pretty to get his hands dirty. He wouldn’t want to risk his face.
I relax back into his kiss, and the machine below me picks up speed.
“Ready?” Jax grins at me. “We’re going to play a game.”
“Oh god, what kind of game?”
“This spin cycle lasts ten minutes. If you can come...let’s say…three times...before it finishes, you can sleep in your own bed tonight.”
“I’m doing that anyway. I’d like to see you try and stop me.”
“Oh, you can bet on it, princess.”
“And if I don’t come?”
“Then you have to sleep with me tonight. And Thorn, Baxter, Rebel and Ace. All at the same time.”
My eyes flash with excitement. Fucking damn him! Do I want to win or lose now? Gah! I don’t know.
“Challenge accepted?”
I nod.
“Let’s begin then.”
With one hand, Jax grabs the back of my head and plunges his tongue into my mouth, suddenly kissing me with a lot more urgency. Not that I mind at all. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and meeting his passion, as his other hand returns between my legs and matches the pace of his tongue.
I’m not counting time, but I do know that it’s a matter of minutes before I’m teetering on the edge again. When Jax sinks his teeth into the sensitive dip where my neck meets my shoulder, I come undone with a cry.
“One.” He grins, not stopping. With no breathing space to ride out my climax, my muscles soon tighten again. But everything feels too sensitive, too much.
“Please,” I beg for a breather, a break, but Jax doesn’t take it that way. His espresso eyes glint mischievously with challenge and I know he’s not going to let up. Sighing silently inside, I try to force my wound-up body to relax but it’s pointless. Jax reads me like an open book and shifts his stance, pulling me right to the very edge of the machine and placing my hands on the top for balance.
“Don’t move.” He fixes me with his ‘no nonsense’ stare and unzips his pants. His cock is hard as he lines it up at my entrance. I expect him to thrust inside me but he doesn’t. He surprises me by slowly pumping his long length up and down with his left hand, while his right still circles my clit rhythmically.
He speeds up, pleasuring himself against my entrance, and completely overwhelming me with sensation: the harsh bump of his fist against my sensitive skin; the soft tip teasing my wet folds, my overstimulated clit begging for mercy, the bone-shaking vibrations of the spin cycle...it all combines together to make incoherent pleas and sobs fall from my lips. My second orgasm crashes over me like a cresting wave, and I curse Jax every step of the way.
Then he enters me with a powerful thrust, making me cry out and cling on to him. Luckily he doesn’t tell me off for moving when he said to stay put. As he fucks me, I dig my nails into the tops of his arms, partly for grip but also partly because I know he loves it and I want to fuck with him a little like he’s doing to me. I need to claw back some power. But Jax doesn’t fuck me for me. He takes. It’s fast, rough and raw, and I’m just being dragged along for the ride. Despite this, or maybe because of this, my muscles still squeeze and clamp around him, refusing to let go and trying to tempt him even deeper.
He hooks my legs over his elbows which tilts me backwards and makes the thrust even deeper, hitting that sweet spot relentlessly with each pounding stroke.
“Tick, tock, tick, tock,” he teases. I shake my head. I’m way too over sensitive to come again, no matter how good it feels. His gaze hardens. “Yes.”
And even as I frantically shake my head again in denial, I feel it coming. Sneaking up on me unexpectedly like a thief in the night. Shock must register on my face because Jax grins triumphantly at me.
He wraps one hand around my throat and squeezes, just hard enough to restrict my breathing in a way which thrills and excites me. I don’t know if it’s my breathless gasp or the way I bite my lip, but something I do has Jax cursing. His cock swells inside of me and suddenly we’re coming together, him with a string of hymn-like curses, me with strangled pants.
He rides our orgasms out until I literally can’t hold myself upright anymore and I fall back on top of the shaking, rumbling machine.
“Fuck,” I eventually manage to wheeze out after taking in great lungfuls of air.
“Yeah.”
He kisses me, surprisingly tender and gentle, and then withdraws.
