Chapter Three: F it

Esmeralda

Holy shit. Jaxson is hot, and he listens and now he is kissing me. It's the kind of kiss you only ever read about in romance books. I can't help but gasp and he uses that to slide his tongue in my mouth. That's when things get interesting.

In all the years I have been with Alex nothing felt like this. Never has a kiss got me wet, like panties needed to be changed wet. That's exactly what's happening here now. Especially when his hand works its way up to the back of my neck and fingers rake into my hair at the base, and grab. A chill breaks out across my entire body, and I shiver and moan. As his tongue continues to dominate my mouth his other hand reaches my hip and he pulls me close till the top parts of our bodies are pushed together. My soft against his hard. And I do mean hard. Jesus.  

I can't believe this is happening. Jaxson's kiss is like a fire, burning through my body and leaving me wanting more. Both hands tighten on my body, and I moan into his mouth. I feel a spark between us that I've never experienced before. It's like we're connected, body and soul. I do not know how it happened, but I am in his lap now and I can feel his hardness against me, and I know he wants me as much as I want him. I can't help but wonder if this is what it's like to be with someone who truly desires me. Someone who sees me and wants me just as I am.

As the kiss grows even hotter and definitely not safe for work, my hands explore his body. I feel the muscles of his back under my fingers, and I dig my nails in, wanting to feel even more of him. His skin is hot, and I can feel his desire for me in the way he moves. Pushing up into my hot center even with layers between us it sends a shot through me. Causing more moans and for me to press more into him seeking more friction. I can feel my short dress riding up, but I could careless right now. Because I feel it building in me, the pressure that I have only ever been able to reach alone with my battery-operated boyfriend. And Jaxson doesn't seem to be able to stop either.

It's like he can't get enough, and neither can I. I've never felt this way before, and I know I shouldn't be thinking about Alex, but I can't help it because he never had this reaction. Jaxson has me so worked up, so wound tight, that all I can think about is him and this kiss and how I never want it to end.

His hand moves from my neck to my face, cupping my cheek gently, and I open my eyes to look at him. I see the desire burning in his eyes, mirroring my own, and I know we're both feeling the same intense connection. It's like we're the only two people in the world, lost in each other's embrace, nowhere near the club that we have forgotten.

"Come home with me." He demands. I nod even if he would have asked rather than demand I would have nodded. I am too far gone. I will think about this in the morning. He hands me my purse. "Text your friend."

I take out my phone, shooting off a text to Frankie.

I am heading out. Fill you in the morning, don't wait up.

"Good girl." He tells me and I melt a little.

It's only when he lifted and put me on my feet and pulled me by my hand towards the exit, that I wondered how he knew I came with a friend. That's another thing for tomorrow.. We reach the outside and the valet see's Jaxson and disappears. Not that Jaxson seems to care because he is pushing me against the wall, his leg between mine, mouth on mine again. I thought the first one was a fluke but this one disproves that. It's just as hot and heavy. He takes his hand from the wall and grabs both my hips hard enough to bruise and I am oddly okay with that. Then he starts moving my hips to ride his thigh. His pace is relentless, and it's the perfect amount of pressure. And that's when I realize I am going to come. I try to push his hands off to stop. I can't come right here.

"Yes, you can. Give it to me." I didn't realize I had said that out loud. But before I can even respond to him, he slams his lips on mine. Just in time to cover up my scream, the most primal, guttural scream that escaped from my lips in a fierce burst of pleasure. It was an orgasm that shook me to my core, consuming me with a force unlike anything I had ever experienced before. My body was awash with sensations, every nerve ending on fire as I surrendered to the ecstasy.

As I leaned against the wall, panting and trembling, I couldn't help but marvel at the intensity of what had just happened. It was more than just a physical release, it was a spiritual awakening. I felt like I had been reborn, my entire being transformed in that single moment. And it wasn't even sex. I was so fucked.

But as I caught my breath, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to this encounter. Something deeper and more complex. The person who had brought me to this state of bliss was not a mere lover, no he was but a mysterious and enigmatic figure who held a power over me that I couldn't quite understand.

And as I gazed into their eyes, I realized that this was only the beginning. He wasn't stopping this anytime soon. A tangled web of desire and intrigue had been woven between us, and I was completely at their mercy. But I didn't mind, for in that moment, all I wanted was to lose myself in their touch once again

"Fuck." Jaxson says pulling away and pulling toward what I assume is his car. I am in the seat faster than I could have thought possible and in the next blink Jaxson is taking off through the seat streets. I am trying to process what the hell just happened and what is happening when I feel a warm hand on my thigh working its way up. I don't know what's come over me, but I feel my legs falling apart easily. 

"Yes, just like that. open those creamy thighs for me baby girl. I can't wait." He growls as he keeps his eyes on the road and his hand works to move my panties to the side.

The car gives a little swerve when his finger finds me slicker than I have ever been in my life. He slides his fingers along my lips slowly parting them to reach my clit.

"Jaxson." I moan while I melt into the leather seat as he circled my clit.

"So wet for me." he speeds his fingers up, adding more pressure till I'm panting, and my legs are shaking. I feel mine walls trying to tighten around nothing. I let out a whimper at that. One he seems to understand all too well.

"I got you." Is the only warning I get and then I am filled with his long thick fingers, with the heel of his hand pressing on my clit.