Page 19 of Roots of the Wicked

Chapter Ten

Jax

Chase had raised my anticipation so high; I’d lost all the give-a-fucks about who was in control anymore. This was a first for me. Right now, I was a woman who wanted to be fucked. We had reached a point where stopping was no longer an option—we were either going to fuck or fight.

He kept a tight hold around my waist with one hand, while he worked his belt loose with the other. The sound of his zipper sliding down edged us closer to crossing a line we weren’t going to be able to uncross.

Condom clenched between my teeth, I stood in place. Fiery desire remained my motivator, fueling my impulses and setting my body to hum with sexual tension. My need overpowered the fact that my date was out there waiting on me.

With every touch, kiss, and stroke, Chase reminded me that my time with men hadn’t been all bad. I hadn’t sworn off the opposite sex for good, I’d just decided to take a break from them. I believe he was trying to make sure my break was a short-lived one.

My conscious screamed for me to stop this uncontrolled affair, but my body begged for his attention. My nipples were puckered so tight, they ached. My pussy was leaking so fluidly it was already drizzling down my inner thigh. Every hot zone on the surface of my skin tingled in sync with my pounding heartbeat.

Was the heavy bulge Chase had pressed against my ass as big as I was assuming? I could have turned around to find out, but the element of surprise was more exciting.

Once he freed himself, he pulled at one corner of the condom to finish the job of opening it. I clenched my teeth as he ripped the foil away.

“How hard do you want it?”

“Limping hard,” I replied to his hungry gaze in the mirror.

We had gone too far, and I was too turned on to stop now. He used one hand to roll the condom up his length while gripping my warm flesh with the other.

A small part of me wanted to hesitate, however, the part of me that desired a good hard fuck was winning.

Chase explored the front of my body. He squeezed and massaged my breasts, plucking my hard nipples which sent tingling heat vibrating through me. One of his roving hands slid across the quivering flesh of my stomach while the other inched up until his fingers closed around my neck.

My breath caught, when he used the grip he had around my neck to lure me into a bent position, sending my ass up as he pressed harder into me from the back. He eyed me in the mirror, observing my reaction to his every move; his eyes, wild and primal.

His free hand skimmed my ass before slipping around my side and lowered. His anxious fingers explored until they found my searing wetness. I was soaked, swollen and pulsing.

When his finger slid across the small piece of metal of my clit piercing, his eyes went wide. He slid his heavy dick up and across my ass creating a lovely friction that my frantic body devoured.

His fingers glided across my wet heat with ease, as our harsh breathing echoed off the tile walls of the bathroom. The heat of our combined hunger burned through the space like an untamed fire.

His wicked fingers teased my pussy, sliding across my wet lips and smearing my juices, until he was able to insert two fingers. My eyes slammed shut when he shoved those long fingers, so deep inside me, the action snatched my breath away.

My pussy squeezed his fingers, the constricting muscles unwilling to relax. He didn’t remove his fingers until they became bathed in my juices. My eyes snapped open at his voice.

“Tell me that you want me to fuck you, Jax.” He demanded. He knew I wanted him, could probably feel the need vibrating through me. Patience had disappeared. Common sense had sneaked away, and I couldn’t wait any fucking longer. This was a rarity that I didn’t want to waste, as I usually had to be in complete control of my sexual partners to get this worked up. Chase had unknowingly accomplished a task I had deemed impossible.

“I want you to fuck me Chase. Right now, you cock-teasing son-of-a-bitch!” I barked my explicit demand at him.

He aligned us before he tightened the grip around my neck from the front and shoved himself into me with a powerful thrust from the back. A harsh breath was ripped from me. I slammed my eyes shut allowing the rush of being filled seep into my body.

His movements were not delicate but not forced either. In this moment, he owned me. For as much as I controlled the relationships in my past, Chase had me under his spell. He made me eat all my tough words and tuck away my ego.

Our personalities were mirrored reflections of each other, making it difficult for me to remain upset by his actions. If I had been in his shoes, I would have done the same damn thing. Except, I would have fucked him in one of the three stalls, while women stalked in and out of the bathroom.

I’d purposely taunted and teased him most of the night. I expected him to walk away but he endured and was now responding. He didn’t care where we were, or how wild he looked. His mind was set on getting what he wanted, and he was determined to prove that he was every bit as dominating as he’d implied.

The first few thrusts took my will and caused me to shiver as my nails scraped along the shiny granite countertop.

My pussy was clamped tight, so it took a while for him to stretch my walls enough to accommodate all of him. Every movement he made shook me. Every bit of resistance raced through me until the juicy flow we created slid over his hard-throbbing head. The tight space of the room reflected our pleasure back to us, adding to our frenzied state of ecstasy.

His whispers were like soft licks echoing inside my ear as the tip of his lips flirted with my lobe. “You’re so fucking tight; it’s driving me mad.”

Chase had been right about one thing, I didn’t need to always be in control. At least, not with him. He’d taken me by storm, and while everything in me wanted to stop him, I couldn’t. The sex was just that fucking good.

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