Puck, Pain & Promises

CHAPTER 5: Second Tutoring

Eden..

“Touch me like you mean it this time,”

I said, my voice barely above a whisper as I closed the locker room door behind us.

The words shocked me as soon as they left my mouth. I had never asked for anything like that before. Not with Riley. Not with anyone. But after the café date and the way Jax had looked at me, something inside me was cracking open.

Jax turned slowly, eyes darkening as he locked the door.

“Careful what you ask for, Eden.”

This was tutoring session number two. Late night again. The arena was empty, just like last time.

The same cold metal lockers, the faint smell of ice and sweat. My heart raced so hard I could feel it in my throat. I was supposed to be helping him with economics. He was supposed to be the fake boyfriend. Nothing more. But my body remembered the kiss against these lockers. It wanted more.

I sat on the bench and pulled out my notes. “Supply and demand again. You got some of it wrong on the practice quiz.”

He dropped his bag and stood in front of me, towering.

“Later. First, come here.”

I stood up on shaky legs. He pulled me close without warning, one big hand sliding around my waist. His touch was firmer than last time. More sure. Heat rushed through me as his fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt, brushing bare skin.

“You’re still thinking too much,” he said against my ear. “I can see it on your face. Stop trying to be perfect for me.”

His words hit deep. That was exactly what I always did. People-pleasing. Making sure everyone else was happy first. Even now, part of me wanted to pull away and say we should just study. But another part, the angry, hungry part that Riley and Brooke had woken up, wanted to feel something real.

I nodded and let my hands rest on his chest. His muscles were hard under my palms. Warm. Alive.

Jax walked me backward until my back met the lockers again. The metal was cold through my thin shirt. His mouth found mine, possessive and deep. I kissed him back harder than before, tasting the mint on his tongue. His hands moved up, pushing my shirt higher. Rough fingertips traced my ribs, then cupped my bo… over my bra.

I gasped into his mouth. No one had touched me like this. Not with this much hunger.

“Tell me what you want,” he growled, thumb brushing over my n****e through the fabric. It hardened instantly.

The old Eden would have stayed quiet. Would have let him lead and been grateful. But the crack in my people-pleasing armor widened.

“More,” I whispered. “Touch me lower.”

Jax pulled back just enough to look at me. Surprise and heat mixed in his eyes. Eden. Say it again.”

“Touch me.” My voice shook but I forced the words out. “I want to feel your hands on me.”

He kissed me harder, like my words flipped a switch. One hand stayed on my breast, squeezing and teasing while the other slid down my stomach. He popped the button on my jeans and pushed his hand inside, under my panties. His fingers were warm, sure, and when they found my wetness, he groaned against my lips.

“You’re soaked,” he said, voice rough. “All this time being the good girl and you’re this wet for me?”

Heat flooded my face, but I didn’t hide. I pressed against his hand, chasing the new feeling. His fingers circled my cl*t slowly at first, then faster. Pressure built low in my belly, tight and unfamiliar. Every stroke sent sparks up my spine. I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in.

“Jax…” I moaned. The sound surprised me. I never made noises like that.

He kept the rhythm, watching my face like he was learning exactly what I liked. Two fingers slid lower and pushed inside me. I cried out at the stretch, the fullness. It felt dirty and perfect at the same time.

“Don’t hold back,” he said against my neck, biting down lightly. “I want to hear you.”

His thumb kept rubbing my cl*t while his fingers moved in and out. The pleasure climbed fast, almost too much. My legs shook. The people-pleasing voice in my head screamed that I should stop, that I should make sure he was enjoying this too, that good girls didn’t demand things. But I pushed it down.

“Right there,” I gasped. “Don’t stop. Please.”

He growled and gave me exactly what I asked for. Faster. Harder. His mouth claimed mine again, swallowing my moans. The sensory overload hit me. his smell, the heat of his body, the wet sounds of his fingers, the cold lockers at my back. Everything mixed together until I couldn’t think.

The orgasm crashed over me without warning. My whole body tightened, then broke apart in waves of sharp pleasure. I cried out against his mouth, shaking hard as it rolled through me. My first real orgasm from someone else’s hands. It left me dizzy, breathless, and raw.

Jax kept touching me gently through it, drawing it out until I whimpered. When I finally sagged against him, he pulled his hand free and looked at me with something close to awe.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “quietly beautiful when you let go.”

I buried my face in his chest, heart still racing. For the first time, I had asked for what I wanted. The crack in my old self felt wider now. Scary. Freeing. But the fear was still there too: what if this fake thing destroyed me?

Jax held me close, his breathing heavy. I could feel how hard he was against my stomach, but he didn’t push for more.

My phone buzzed loudly on the bench, breaking the heavy silence. I reached for it with shaky hands.

The screen showed a new message from an unknown number. The words made my stomach drop.

“Keep playing along with Callahan. We need him distracted until it’s too late for the draft”.