Chapter 15: Strip tease
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When home time came I could hardly wait, Jax laughed when he noticed I was impatiently bouncing my leg up and down in the car.
“I didn’t think you wanted it that bad, darling.”
I blushed and said, “it’s hot, the way you move and dance and with THAT body too!” I sighed dreamily, and he smiled like he was happy to see me happy. I always adored that smile he gave.
It took everything in me to be patient and sit and eat with the kids and talk to them about their day. I loved them more than anything, but I wanted some adult alone time, which we didn’t get as often these days.
I kissed the kids goodnight and Romulus took them up to bed to brush their teeth and read them a story.
I grabbed Jax’s hand and tugged him along to his bedroom.
“Calm down, darling,” he laughed.
I shut the door and grabbed his desk chair sitting in it. “Ok, go!”
He was laughing a full and masculine laugh and said, “it doesn’t quite work like that, I need to get dressed in the right clothes and have music on, unless you don’t want music?”
“I want it!” I almost yelled.
“Alright, f.ucking hell. Uh, I think I still have what I used to wear at the job somewhere.” He went over to his wardrobe and started looking through his clothes. “It’s been f.ucking years, so don’t expect me to be perfect.”
“You didn’t dance for any of your lovers?” I asked.
“f***k no, I didn’t tell anyone about it.”
He grabbed a white shirt, some black jeans and pulled them on. They hung low on his hips showing off his Adonis belt, and it looked so hot already.
He did the buttons up of his shirt and I stopped him. “Wait.” I got up and grabbing the black thick collar from his s****l hanging thing on the wall, I gave it to him. “Wear this too.”
He rose his eyebrows but put the collar on and then did the rest of the buttons up on his shirt.
“I don’t know what song you want,” he said, looking through his cds. “f***k it, I’ll try this one and if you don’t like it, you can tell me.”
He was going to turn it on, but then he looked at me and said, “can we do it at the place I bought you?”
He had bought me a beautiful little cottage house and I hadn’t really been there much since Hayden, my abusive ex. I nodded knowing he was clearly too embarrassed to explain if his brothers or pack members asked why there was loud sexy music playing.
He grabbed my hand and made us rush downstairs and out the front door before anyone saw us. I giggled as he pulled me along, and then we jumped into the car, and he drove us there.
As soon as we were inside, I grabbed the dining room kitchen chair and dragged it over to the middle of the room and sat down in it. We didn’t have to worry about neighbors as there weren’t any close by, so he turned the music on loud. He’d chosen Rihanna’s skin and it. Was. Hot.
He didn’t waste any time. As soon as the music started, he danced. Pfft, he said he was rusty, but damn was he good. He hadn’t forgotten anything.
He danced slowly, seductively, teasing me, and I blushed so damn hard. I think this was possibly the hardest I’d ever blushed in my life. He was so confident as he moved his body, he moved as graceful as the wolf and danced up against me sexily, slowly starting to undo the buttons on his shirt.
I think I might have just orgasmed then and there. He really could dance and move his body in a way that was more animal than human. He came and stood over me, his legs either side mine, and he pulled the shirt off, throwing it to the floor. He looked so incredibly hot and sexy with the collar on.
He danced and rubbed his body up against mine, think ‘magic mike’ the movie, that’s how sexy he was dancing and moving right now. I was sweating from the heat in my cheeks and noticing this, he only grinned and winked at me.
It was more than I could bear when he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. He left it like that, still dancing and it was so teasing. I ran my hands along his muscular body, unable to not touch him a minute longer.
“Am I allowed to touch?” I asked, busy staring at his body move. He tilted my chin up, making our eyes meet and grinned, “I’ll make an exception for such a pretty lady.”
I was so hungry for him, I pulled his jeans down to see he was wearing nothing underneath. He was big and thick, still soft and it looked hot, but I wanted to see it hard and stiff for me.
He allowed me to play with his c***k while he continued to slowly dance, gyrating close to me and rubbing his c***k over my face. When he was hard, he stroked a strand of hair away from my face and gently pulled my head towards him. “Why don’t you suck on it.”
I did, I wrapped my mouth around him and sucked. He groaned softly, moving slowly back and forth in my mouth, he tasted good, but then he pulled out and sat on my lap, straddling me with his hands holding on to the back of the chair.
He kissed me hungrily, his tongue claiming mine, our lips opening and closing against one another fast and passionately. He broke the kiss to look down and push my dress up around my waist, and then he pushed two fingers inside of me. I moaned softly and realized now why he wanted me to wear the dress.
He fingered me fast, hard, and when his fingers were sticky and wet from my p*****. he pulled them out and sucked them slow and seductively, keeping eye contact. My eyes were wide and he smiled teasingly. “I love the taste of your p*****. on my fingers.”
All this teasing brought to life my heat, but right now, no matter what Matilda said, I was only thinking of Jax, only wanted him to mate with me right now.
Jax smelt it and pressed his lips to my neck. “ you’re in heat again, darling.” I nodded and panted. “Please help me, Jax.”
“Ok darling, don’t worry, I’ll make it go away.”
He picked me up, making us swap places, so I was straddling him instead. “Please, I need you,” I begged.
He didn’t tease me anymore and pushed himself inside of me. I slid down on to it, sighing in content. It felt so good. I rode his hard c***k, rocking on him and moving back and forth fast and desperate. “Oh Jax! It feels so good, you feel so good.”
He held my a.ss and f.ucked me hard. “Yeah? You like that, darling? Does it feel good for your p*****.?”
I nodded and groaned, “f***k me jax! f***k me!”
He f.ucked me hard and rough, but it wasn’t enough.
“Harder, I need it Inhumanly rough,” I panted.
“Are you sure?” He breathed.
“Yeah, Rom’s been doing it for me for a while “
“What! That fucker, I’ve never got to f***k you like that.”
“Now is your chance,” I panted, riding him, I couldn’t even joke or tease right now, my p*****. hurt from wanting to come.
He picked me up and with my legs wrapped around his waist, he slammed in to the wall and f.ucked me as hard and as rough as he inhumanly could. It felt so good. I felt the wall c.rack behind me, but I didn’t care. I bit his neck with my wolf fangs, making him growl and f***k me harder.
“Bite me harder,” he growled. I did and felt blood enter my mouth. I had almost forgotten Jax got off on pain. He was pounding me hard and furiously when he moaned, “bite me harder baby, f.ucking bite me while I blow my load in your tight p.ussy.”
I did as he asked, and his neck was bleeding quite heavily, I was going to stop, but he mounted me harder against the wall and moaned, “that’s it baby, keep doing that, bite it for me, I’m gonna come in that pretty p*****. of yours.”
His words sent me over the edge and I came so hard I think I saw stars. The sound of me crying out and screaming for him made him f***k me so hard I worried the wall would break. “That’s it darling, give it to me, c**m on my c***k. Good girl.”
I felt him come hard in me, and then he gently put me down on my feet. Romulus was used to it by now, but this was Jax’s first time being so rough with me, and he kissed my cheeks and nose gently. “Are you ok, darling? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
I laughed at his overprotectiveness. “No, I’m fine jax, it helped a lot, thank you.”
Just like with normal s**x sometimes it made me sore, ok, sore more often than normal s**x, but werewolf strength and healing meant it didn’t damage me like it would a human, and I noticed while I was in heat I didn’t feel any pain or soreness like I usually did. Strange.
He smelt my neck and murmured, “are you sure, you still smell like you’re in heat to me.”
I was a little, but that almost painful frustration was gone.
“I may still be a little, but the worst of it’s gone.”
“Mm, let’s make sure it’s completely gone,” he whispered, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. We were both sweaty when we finally drove back to the pack house.
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