Chapter 84: Sweet torture
ELIANA
I release a breath, trying to hold onto that little dignity that I have left.
“Can you please give me the damn cock?” I bite out as frustration getting the better of me and the walls of my pussy clenching desperately.
A moan bursts through my lips when Jax presses the tip on my entrance, then he leans forward.
“Try again. Almost there.” He whispers in my ear, his hot breath against my skin making the hair on the back of my neck stand still.
“Can you pleaseeeee….” He doesn't let me finish the statement as he slides inside me in a hard thrust, making me bite the leather chair as my thighs shakes but he catches me before I fall off the chair.
“You see, it wasn't that hard to ask.” He says in my ear, his voice dangerously low as he sucks and bites on my earlobe.
His thrusts are rough, one of his hands sneaking beneath my arm and onto my throat, his thumb in my mouth and I suck on it. His other hand is on my boob, squeezing it and pinching the nipple.
“ You want me this deep?” He asks, thrusting deeper, “Yes-yes. I want you so deep that I can feel you in my bones.” I respond as he continues to give me deep thrusts, my walls stretching and clenching around him with each thrust. My back arching for more…
“Fuck! You're driving me nuts! You look you fucking good in my jersey, my name printed in bold across the shoulder, taking me so deep from behind.” He thrusts deeper and another breathless moan leaves my mouth.
“I’m the captain of this little sweet pussy that is holding me so damn good. The moment you walked down the staircase in that white little skirt, I wanted to bend you over the railings and fuck you, right there and then. And when you were on the dance floor, dancing with him. I was tempted to walk to you. To grab you from him, bend you over those buzzing speakers and fuck you to the rhythm of the music! To make him and everyone else know who this delicious cunt belongs to.
And when you were intentionally pulling the skirt in the car, I wanted to bend you over the wheel. And everytime you looked at me in the past days with those brown hazel intoxicating eyes of yours during breakfasts, dinner and across the field, you drove me insane. You have no fucking idea how much I’ve been holding back.” He growls, his pace increasing.
“Jax…” I moan as he hits that sweet spot that only he knows of, “Come on, scream my name out loud for everyone to hear it. For everyone to know how good I am making you feel, my Eli. No one else is allowed to make you feel this good.”
“NO.ONE.” He groans into my neck, “ Yes-yes. I’m all yours. I’m your Eli.” I moan, not giving it that much thought as pleasure washes over me.
His grip around my neck tightens a little and my eyes roll back. Not too tight to cut off the air, just enough hold to prove that no one is allowed to make me feel this way, like I’m flying in the clouds. Like the world is all mine.
Like… Oh heavens.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. So amazing, clenching around me,” he groans completely undone, his heavy breaths against my ear…
“I can feel it. Almost there.” I choke out, feeling a wave of pleasure tightening at the pit of my belly.
“Come for me, my Eli. Come all over my cock.” He whispers in a low growl, sucking onto the sensitive spot behind my ear.
A moan escapes my lips as I come, breaths uneven, my thighs shaking, my toes curling sweetly and the whole of my body trembling.
However, Jackson doesn't stop. He continues…
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“Come on, bounce on it.” Jax says as I ride him on the chair, my knees on either side of his body while his hands securely around my waist as he guides my hips.
I move up and down, then in circles and he growls. Don't ask me how it happened. Jackson said he wanted to see me bounce on his cock, the thrill got the best of me and-here we are. I had an idea of it though…
Jackson smacks my ass and a dirty moan tears from my lips, “ You're riding me so well. ” He compliments, squeezing my ass and taking my boob into his mouth, sucking hard on the nipple as he alternates…
Jackson stands up from the squeaking chair, lifting me with him and walks to the wall. My back presses against the cold wall, sending a shiver down my spine. However, the coldness isn't enough to extinguish the fire burning in my bones.
“I want you everywhere in this room. I want to fuck you until you forget about him! His stupid jokes and the dance!” Jackson grosns into the curve of my neck, his voice holding a promise.
Is he jealous of Killian?
I don't get the chance to think it through as he thrusts deeper, “ Jax…” I whisper as my nails dig into his masculine back, my teeth sinking into his shoulders and he groans in response.
I can feel the build up again…
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I can't tell exactly how we ended up here but-here we're, on the floor. Jackson is lying with his back on the floor, on the fluffy grey carpet on the foot of his bed and…I’m on top of him, lying on his chest, my legs on each sides of his body and he's still buried deep inside me, so deep that I can feel the fullness and the wetness between us.
I can't believe that Jackson just fucked me on the floor. I should be humiliated but…I’m not. Surprisingly, I found it hot. I can't tell exactly how many times I have come because I lost count of it and it's hard to pinpoint how many positions he turned me into. He has fucked me almost everywhere in his room, on the table, against the closest and…
I clench around him when I give it a thought. My eyes skims around the room lazily, the once perfect room is a mess. Our mess. My boots and pleated skirt discarded close to the door, my panties close to the damaged leather chair, books on the floor, my doings while he had me on the table. His clothes everywhere, the blankets on the floor as I was trying to grap on something, afraid of falling off while he was fucking me on the edge of the bed, my head and half of the upper body hanging off the bed. And…the condoms everywhere, reminding me of how he rolled each one of them over his cock…
I swallow when the memories come crushing down on me. My eyes shift to the digital wall clock, it's past midnight, almost dawn.
Damn it! I need to get going.
“I have to go…” My voice comes in a whisper but loud enough for Jackson to hear what I said. My throat a little sore from having his cock deep in my guts and the endless moaning.
Slowly, I pull away from him. I feel empty when his cock slides out of me but I gulp, ignoring it. I raise on my feets and my thighs are a little shaky but…I lose my balance. However, Jackson grabs me before I drop on my knees.
“I can't. I can't walk properly…” I whisper, realising how wrecked I am.
I don't realise tears are trailing down my cheeks until Jackson kisses them away softly, “I know. I know.” He says in a soft voice then pulls me into his arms, holding me close to his chest.
“Don't worry. I’m going to take good care of you.” He says, his grip tightening around me and he plants a kiss on my hair…