Page 29 of Roots of the Wicked

“You look done.” She stood and swiped my bowl from my hand, and the spoon from my fingers before I could get the last of the ice cream into my mouth. All the while a devious smirk rested on her face. I didn’t protest as she marched into the kitchen and set the dishes in the sink. I guzzled from the water bottle she had set on the table when she brought my ice cream, attempting—but failing—to calm the anxiousness swirling inside.

When she returned, she stood in front of me and spun, causing me to ease back and glare up at her.

“Will you unzip me?” She glanced over her shoulder, awaiting my response as the flowing warmth from her body enveloped me in raging heat.

Hell yes! Fuck yes! Shit yes! I didn’t mind post-phoning getting to know each other for this.

“Yes,” I answered with as much calmness as I could muster.

She stood too close, preventing me from getting up to stand behind her. There was no doubt about it, if I stood, I was taking over. My fingers ached to touch her, but I refrained so that I could allow her the chance to be in control. I was starting to believe that this was what this night was about. Instead of satisfying my urgent need to take over, I delighted in the task of undoing her zipper.

As the small sliver of metal fell, and the two halves of her jumpsuit fell open, I enjoyed another glimpse of her tattoo. The material slipped down her arms unveiling more of her back. A harsh rush of excitement invaded my senses at the sight of her black lace bra and panties nestled against her luminescent skin. Once the zipper reached the top of her round ass, she wiggled the rest of the way from the jumpsuit until it slid down her body and pooled at her feet.

A blast of intense lust forced me to take in sharp breaths. I placed my hands on my knees and squeezed. How could I maintain a deeper connection with her, if she kept tempting me like this? My tongue glided across my lips, wetting them as my eyes feasted on her lush ass barely covered by sheer lace.

I dug my fingers deeper into my knees, as my eyes traveled the span of her sexy tattooed back. The tattoo met her ass leading to slightly flared hips and shapely long legs.

Having her this close in nothing but black lace, had me tenting in my pants, and conjuring up fantasies of what I wanted to do to her. My legs were bouncing under my hands, and my brain worked overtime to keep my body and mind on the same plateau. I hope I was going to gain some kind of rewards points for letting her run the show, because it wasn’t easy.

When Jax stepped out of the jumpsuit, I got the full view of the gold heels she wore. Sexy stilettos complimented her lingerie and made her silky legs a mile long. She turned and her front view had me sliding my hands faster over my now bouncing legs, my action making a knocking noise against the floor.

My mind urged me to be bad, but I held back. This is her time, I reminded myself.

My eyes roamed her every slope and curve. The roundness of her tits peeked through the lace, the sight causing me to swallow the raw ache of untamed hunger. My gaze swept the span of her flat stomach, and bellybutton ring and lingered before reaching the lacy black V covering the area capable of making me lose all my senses.

My gaze caught and followed her tattoo, tracking along her left side, before it reached down and zipped across her hip, and finally wrapped around her leg. The sight of the ink flirting with her skin had captured my attention fully.

I worked my way up her body, pausing at the part of the tattoo decorating her exposed side. At first, I thought it was multiple tattoos, but I realized it was one continuous vine with a collection of interesting details growing from it. A flower here, a rose petal there, some thorns in other areas.

“The art on your body is extensive and beautiful. Are you going to tell me the story behind it? I have to know, because this is just too captivating not to have a story to go along with it.” My gaze continued to roam. I stopped at her chest, as part of the tattoo inched up to the underside of her perky left tit. By the time my eyes met hers, she wore a twisted smile.

“Maybe,” she finally replied. Taking my hand, she pulled me from the couch. Admittedly, I lost all self-control when it came to Jax. My mind went dark and my dick stood stiff, threatening to rip out of my pants like Bruce Banner from his shirts. I was left unable to stand fully upright because it ached so bad.

“You’re not going to chain me down and beat me with hard sharpened objects, are you?”

“Maybe,” she replied, but there was no smile this time.

She led me to the bed with a slow stride as I observed the vine sliding down the backside of her leg. She cast the rest of the spell she had started, hypnotizing me.

Her plump, mouth-watering ass was beckoning me. Her tattoo was curling its way around her body, like I wanted my hands to be. I gawked so hard, I tripped.

“Careful now,” she stated without turning around. “Two steps are coming up.” She knew my eyes were on her and not on the path before me.

Once we reached the foot of the bed, she instructed me to sit, and I complied with quick purpose. I plopped down onto the bed, hard and restless with anticipation.

Jax stepped between my legs and used her knees to shove them apart. When my hands slid up her warm silky legs, she slapped them away. The peppery ache of the strike, spiked my anticipation instead of relieving it.

She inched closer, all business and close enough for her legs to rub the inside of mine. Her tits sat right below my mouth and was messing with my concentration. Her legs touching mine sent a fiery need straight to my eager dick. Somehow, I managed to lift my eyes to meet hers, my neck stretching to make the upward journey.

“We’re going to fuck, but this time I’ll be the one doing the fucking.”

My lips parted as I prepared to speak, but she cut me off by placing two fingers against my mouth. “Shhh! You don’t speak. Day-one, I told you I like control, and we have been dancing on a tightrope of push-and-pull ever since. You probably thought you could tame me with your good looks and arrogant charm. Nope. It’s my turn now.”

The seriousness in her gaze was projected like roaring thunder. My heart wasn’t beating, it was using my chest for target practice, hitting so hard I expected to see blood any second. The deeper she dragged me in to this scene, the more excited I became.

Why the hell was I so turned on? She had me shuddering, my insides an inferno of hot need. I had no control. The feeling was foreign, but with her, I didn’t feel like my masculinity was being tested. It was more like sparring with a formidable opponent. Odd.

“Take off all your clothes, except the tie,” she ordered. “Gladly,” I replied, with an arrogant smirk. “Just a warning Jax. I’m confident enough in my manhood to step back and allow you to take the reins, but if I see you can’t handle it, I will not hesitate to sit you right where you belong.” I pointed at the straining swell in my pants. “On my dick.”

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