Chapter 104 My boyfriend's bestfriend 4
Jax pushed her softly back onto the bed. The mattress groaned under her weight. She parted her legs slightly. He didn't waste a second. He knelt between her open legs, his hands spreading them wider for himself. He took his time, staring at her glistening opening, watching it pulse with every breath she took. He reached out and parted her lips with his thumbs, exposing her bright pink, sensitive heat.
He moved his head down. He buried his face in her heat. His tongue was thick and rough. He began to lick her in long, heavy strokes from the bottom to the top.
“Mmm-nnn-gh! Ohhh! Jax!” West cried out. Her hands flew to his hair, her fingers locking in the dark strands. She arched her back, her pussy pulsing against his mouth. “Ohhh yes… yes, right there… oh fuck Jax… ohh yes. Please… ohh fuck. Suck me. Right there oooh!”
“Shhh,” Jax whispered against her wet skin. He looked up at her, his eyes dark and dangerous. “Bring your voice down, West. Marcus is right in the next room. He might hear you.”
West bit her lip so hard she might bleed. She tried to be quiet, but it was impossible. Jax was relentless. He sucked on her clit like it was his only source of life. Slurp. Squelch. Slurp. The sound of his mouth on her was loud in the quiet room. She was shaking. Her legs were trembling so hard she could barely keep them open. He sucked her until she was breathless, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
He moved his tongue in deep, swirling circles, driving her to the very edge. He could feel her juices flowing freely now, coating his chin and cheeks. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasped, looking up at her with a predatory grin.
Jax pulled back just an inch. He reached down and slid one thick finger into her. “You’re so wet,” he growled. He added a second finger. He didn't rush. He slid them in slowly, feeling every ridge of her tight interior. He began a slow, agonizingly deep pump, his knuckles dragging against her clit with every motion.
“Ohhh! Mmm-nnn! Jax! Ugh!” West was a moaning mess. She twisted her body on the silk sheets, her skin slick with sweat. “Oh God… please… don't stop… more… I want more…”
He obliged, adding a third finger. The stretch was intense, making West gasp as her body expanded to fit his hand. He increased the pace, his fingers working her like a piston. Squelch. Squish. Squelch. The bed began to squeak rhythmically as she bucked against him.
He didn't stop. He kept the third finger inside, stretching her tight opening until she felt like she was going to snap. “Please… Jax… please…” she begged, her voice a broken whisper. “I need it… I need it inside…”
Jax stopped moving his hand. He kept his fingers buried deep inside her, feeling her walls clamp down on him. “You need what, West?”
“Don't… don't make me say it,” she pleaded. She was crying now, the need for him overriding every bit of guilt she had.
“Don't make me say it,” she pleaded. She was crying now, the need for him overriding every bit of guilt she had.
“Say it, West. I want to hear it. Tell me exactly what you want your boyfriend's best friend to do to you.”
West looked at him, her eyes wide and blurry. “I need… ugh… I need your cock inside me. Please, Jax. Fill me up.”
Jax let out a dark, satisfied smile. He pulled his fingers out with a wet pop. He stood up by the side of the bed. He didn't take his eyes off her as he stripped. He kicked off his pants and pulled his shirt over his head. His body was a map of hard muscle.
His cock sprang free. It was massive—thick, veined, and pulsing with a heavy heartbeat. It was already weeping with pre-cum. West stared at it, her mouth falling open. It was even bigger than she had imagined when she saw it through his pants. Slightly bigger and longer than Marcus’s, with a curve that made everything beautiful.
Fuck. She cursed inwardly.
He climbed back onto the bed. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge. He lined the blunt, purple head of his cock up with her soaking opening. He didn't go slow. He delivered one heavy, bone-deep thrust.
“AHHHH! FUCK! JAX!” West screamed. She forgot all about being quiet. The feeling of him splitting her open was too much. She felt every inch of his girth stretching her to the limit. He stayed there for a moment, letting her adjust to his massive size. He leaned down and captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue mirroring the invasion of his cock.
Jax gripped her waist, his fingers sinking into her soft flesh. He was just about to pull back, ready to start a brutal, fast fuck, when the bedroom door flew open. Bang.
The light from the hallway hit them like a spotlight.
“What the fuck is going on in here!”
It was Marcus. He was standing in the doorway, his face pale and his eyes wide with horror. He looked at his best friend buried deep inside his girlfriend.
The room went deathly silent. Jax didn't move. He stayed deep inside her, his chest heaving, his dark eyes meeting Marcus’s gaze without a single drop of shame.