Page 33 of Sins of Seduction
Raven had been torn apart by Jax and in that break he had poured himself into her, marking her once again and leaving a piece of himself behind. He owned her, and no matter how hard she had tried to fight it, she knew he was one habit she would never break.
Addicting to the last drop.
Jax’s climax had hit him so fast he’d barely been able to pull out of Raven in time. His cum hit her bare ass and the back of her legs, making him growl in pure male satisfaction that he’d marked her—his scent, his essences would be on her. He watched her own cum drip from her pussy, and Jax reached for her, letting her cum drench his fingers. She whimpered at his touch, probably overly sensitive, but she still pushed her hips back against his hand, seeking his touch.
He could feel himself hardening the longer he watched his fingers play in her cunt, and he didn’t understand it. He should be exhausted, completely depleted, but every time it came to Raven, all his body wanted was to bury itself inside her. He was utterly consumed by her, and he didn’t know whether or not he should be worried by that realization.
She’s going to destroy you.
Cruz’s words from the other day rang in his skull as loud as his heartbeat pounded in his chest. It was moments like this when Jax was tempted to take her again—willing to be the man she needed—that he believed Cruz’s words to be true. Jax had remembered what he told Raven as he fucked her—what he wanted to see at the party. He had meant every word of it, but he knew he’d only been bold enough to speak on it because of how she wrapped around him, coaxing him to feel the desires he’d never been able to claim before.
A guttural groan tore from his throat—more animal than human—and when Raven glanced behind her shoulder to look at him, he saw the same need he felt shining back at him. Something was different between them this time. He could feel it as sure as he knew his own name. The walls they had always kept up in the past felt nonexistent this time. Jax was fully open to her and the idea of them, and he swore Raven was too.
Raven shifted and Jax felt the loss of her heat almost instantly. But when she turned on her hands and knees to face him, gripping the hand that had been in her pussy, the heat returned. It quickly turned into an inferno when she took his fingers that had been coated in her cum and brought them to her mouth.
Jax growled low in his throat when he watched her tongue lick his index and middle finger before making them disappear in her mouth. She wrapped her pretty plush lips around his fingers, and he felt it in his cock as if she wrapped her lips around him there.
“Raven,” he warned. The need in his voice shocked him. He’d spent three days inside of her, just fucked her again, and it wasn’t enough, he needed more. His vision and attention zeroed in on her, every breath he took was chaotic, and it seemed to pull Raven further into his body to the point he could feel her inside of him.
Raven smiled, making his chest ache. She pulled his fingers out her mouth. “I’ll behave, for now.” Her chuckle was a weightless caress down his back, making goosebumps appear across his skin. Raven awkwardly tried to get off the bed and Jax stopped her, making her lay down on her stomach instead.
“Can you take the butt plug out? I can do it myself but I’m exhausted and that seems like too much work for me right now.” Jax slid off the bed, looking down at her. The silver end of the plug peeking out between her cheeks had him licking his lips. He’d only taken her there a handful of times in their relationship, but he remembered how hard she’d cum because of it. The idea of taking her there now while another fucked her cunt had Jax walking back toward the bed and trailing his fingers up her calves.
“You’ve had threesome’s right?” Raven nodded as Jax gripped the butt plug. The slight hitch in her breath made him bite back an answering groan. “They’ve been with two men?” Jax murmured, mesmerized by the way she arched into his touch.
“Yeah and with women too. You know this. I don’t discriminate.” Raven’s chuckle turned into a moan, and she gripped the sheets when Jax slowly pulled the butt plug out.
Jax placed a kiss on the top of her ass and turned toward the bathroom in her room. He turned the warm water on and grabbed three washcloths. He made quick work of cleaning the plug and placing it on one of the washcloths on her bathroom sink. He used the other one to wash himself off and the third one he brought back into the bedroom for Raven.
“Why are you asking about threesomes?” Raven watched him over her shoulder as he brought the washcloth in between her legs, gently cleaning the mess they made. Once he was done, he wiped the back of her legs and her ass, cleaning his cum off of her before he made her sit up so they could continue their conversation.
“I want to have a threesome with you.” He stated it as if he was discussing what he wanted for dinner. “I remember the way you came when I fucked you in the ass, and I’m thinking you’ll be able to cum twice as hard if I’m doing that while someone is fucking you from the front.”
The mental picture it gave Jax caused the blood to flow back down to his tired cock. The idea of giving her pleasure with someone else to aid in that pleasure painfully aroused him in an unexpected way. Before he met Raven, even early on in their relationship, he would have been pissed at the idea of sharing her. His manhood and ego would have felt challenged in a way that made him feel inadequate that he wasn’t enough to satisfy her. After his night in Lush, he was starting to see the merit of having an extra body in the mix—it heightened both his and Raven’s pleasure.
Raven sat quiet for a moment, chewing her bottom lip between her teeth. She grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around her body, and Jax could see the way her mind was working as she stared at him. This was such a shift for him—for them. Not only had Jax never initiated a conversation like this, he was never open about his fantasies that didn’t involve just the two of them. Every time Raven had tried to bring it up, it always resulted in a fight. Jax knew to expect any hesitancy from Raven on the subject. It was hard to believe someone could change, even when she had been the one to point out who he was from the beginning.
“Okay, that’s definitely on the table. But I have to be honest here—I don’t know if it’s the lack of sleep or all the sex, but I’m having a hard time wrapping my head around the words that are coming out of your mouth in regards to this.” Raven pulled the blanket around her tighter. It looked like she was trying to shield herself from the blow of the words he would have normally thrown in this situation.
Jax let out a breath. He spotted his jeans and grabbed them, tossing them on—hoping the barrier would be enough to get his dick from getting any ideas of going another round. “I know I can talk till I’m blue in the face about how much I’ve changed, but you won’t believe it until we’re in the situation. That can’t happen unless we create that situation. Lush was just an appetizer for us—well, for me, really.”
Lush had been a tease to Jax’s senses, even before he played in the Paradise room. Lush had wet his appetite and made his hunger grow. He’d mostly watched other couples in the time he visited, but that had been enough to intrigue him and want to participate in what they were doing. Most of the couples he’d watched had been engaged with multiple people, and Jax had gotten lost to how easily they had all found pleasure that went deeper than what he ever experienced with another person, except for Raven.
“Yeah, see, I hear what you’re saying,” Raven spoke and her eyes narrowed a fraction as she watched him. “What was the catalyst? You didn’t just wake up one day and decide to show up to Lush, to come back to me with this open mind. We’ve been on and off for the better part of ten years. Why is this time different?”
Because he was different.
He watched the only woman he ever truly loved almost be lost to him because a better woman had understood what Raven needed and gave it to her with an ease that had never come to Jax. He tried to bend Raven to his way—tried to force her into a neat little box of what he’d been taught a woman was supposed to be—and it crippled her.
It crippled them.
He tried to date women his grandparents and mom had approved of, and it left him miserable because he needed something more—something Raven had stirred inside of him.
It wasn’t until he was sitting with his grandmother on her deathbed that she told him all she wanted in this life was for him to be happy. That he needed to be his own man and lead his own life. She made him promise her that he wouldn’t go to his deathbed with regrets like she had. Jax hadn’t been able to ask her what regrets she had, but after he buried her, the weight of his grief crippled him. His skin felt too tight for his body, he felt alone and unsure of his footing now that he was forced to stand on his own.
“It’s always been in the back of my mind, Raven,” Jax whispered his truth. “You’ve known the internal war I’ve struggled with. You’ve been on the receiving end of my shit when I couldn’t handle the truth of my desires or yours.” He reached for her hand, needing to hold on to her as he spoke. “But I didn’t wake up one day and decide, ‘today’s the day I’m going to prove Raven right.’ It’s been building every day for as far back as I can remember. My mom and grandparents were the lid that kept everything in. But you know what happens when you keep piling shit into a box it no longer fits it?”
“The box breaks,” Raven murmured, realization showing in her golden eyes.
