Page 26 of Puck It!

Macie

Straddling Jax's lap again, I look down as the water runs over my face, over my parted lips and he mutters out, "You keep this up, I’m going to fuck you right here."

I giggle as my legs wrap around his waist. Sliding between his back and the chair locking my ankles as I fall back between his legs. My hands flatten against the floor and I arch my body off his, basically putting my pussy right in his face, and he takes advantage of that.

His face smashes between my legs, totally not supposed to be doing that. I squeeze my thighs, trying not to laugh and ruin my concentration. I slide my legs from his waist into an upside down split, before closing them. I flatten my foot against his chest, and slam him back against his chair, before I push off and flip off his lap. Rolling my stomach to the floor as I look up to him, seeing his playful dangerous game flaring in his eyes.

Once I am back on my feet, I walk behind Jax, step onto the seat of the chair, normally not having to step up, but Jax has given me a challenge with how tall he is. My other leg swings up and around the front of his neck, hooking it in the bend of my knee, pressing his head back against my lower stomach, giving a little pressure, more than I would, making him tilt his head back.

He cocks a brow and my eyes flutter with my twisted smile.

I twist around his neck, basically hanging from his neck, crossing my bent legs together, locking my ankles behind his head.

I look down at his head nestled perfectly between my legs like they were earlier, the audience can’t see what is happening between my legs and he darts his tongue out, trailing it against the skin of my thigh, holding that heavy heated gaze on me.

"Almost done." I whisper in a panted, needy, plea as the fire engulfs my skin with his breath against it. I take the hat from his head, holding it as I lay flat back against his chest, upside down, unlocking my legs, I roll off him again until my stomach rolls from the floor.

Getting to my hands and knees, I slowly crawl to him, holding our intense gaze that is only getting hotter, before the best part, the ending.

I nestle between his legs, twisting so I am sitting, facing the audience, his thighs rubbing against my ears. I tilt my head back, looking up at him, and open my mouth with my tongue out; Basically, giving you the impression, I’m catching what is going to drip from between his legs.

I hold his hat up, blocking the vision from the audience in front of my head between his legs, and my exhausted breath of air forces from my parted lips; That ends it.

The audience goes wild, like normal for our ending performance, and I haven’t looked out yet as I hold my gaze on Jax as my head stays tilted back.

His hand slides down and wraps around my throat. He leans down and pulls me up enough he can reach my lips. Claiming me right here, right now, on this fucking stage, that he and I are something, damn who doesn’t approve of him and I, who we are, or anything in between.

His hat covers the sloppy kiss our lips create, still both dripping with water, before he pulls back to whisper his growl, "Shut this shit down, so I can take you home and fuck you."

I giggle, pressing a kiss to his lips, putting his hat back on his head backwards of course, before his grip loosens and I slide to a stand.

I pay no mind to anyone. I’ll hear what they have to say later, right now, is my time. I look down at Jax, "Come on, I’ll help you get dried off."

He stands and I lead him from the stage, the girls will take care of the guys, and our night is over, so I’m free to do as I please.

Getting through the halls, I open the door to my dressing room. Making my way in, grabbing the towels that were already waiting, I turn and toss one to Jax as he shuts the door.

"I don’t need a fucking towel, Angel." He throws the towel to the chair before he advances me, curling his arm around my waist, lifting me off my feet. My legs wrap around his waist before he slams my back against the wall with his lips forcefully pressing to mine.

The heat between my leg’s flares with his hard wet body pressing against mine, and I start ripping at his shirt, hat falls to the floor pulling his shirt over his head and he hovers over my lips, "I’m not waiting anymore." he growls, vibrating my lips and sending a shiver down my spine.

"Good." I whisper out and he fists my outfit, ripping it from my body, "Really" playfully snaps from my throat.

"Yes, really." he captures my lips hard, and I let him consume me.

Unbuttoning his pants before they are gone and our bodies press together, sending that arousal to pulse inside me feeling his hard cock press against my bare ass. Our kiss stays heated, our hands exploring each other, before I feel him press against my opening with his tip.

Remembering when I sucked his cock, the intimidation starts to flare as my hand wraps around his length, unsure if he is actually going to fit.

"So wet already." He growls against my lips.

"Please Jax." I whimper my beg, I’m tired of waiting.

He asks his question in a whisper, hovering over my lips, "Are you on the pill?"

I nod, and his hand pushes mine off his length before he smears the tip of his cock against my clit, spreading my slickness. He presses to my opening before stretching his way through, causing me to arch against his body, feeling my walls clench around him.

"Oh, fuck me." The words whisper out as my eyes flutter.

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