Page 20 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

But when his tongue moved to own my nipple, the smooth metal rod rubbing against my small hard peaks, and his cock massaged its way up to my stomach, I wasn’t responsible for the small plea, “Please?”

“Told you, I’d make you beg.” He reached up long enough to kiss the tip of my nose. “Once more just so I know it’s consensual.”

“You bastard,” I said but still my legs linked around him. To hell with his power trip. “You’re a bastard but I want you to fuck me, show me what you’ve got. Show me what I’ve been missing out on. Show me what all those bloody women have been begging for. Show me.”

“All you have to say is fuck me, Jax.”

“Then fuck me. Jax.” I yelled as he entered me without warning. Perfectly positioned and filling me with long, hard, sharp trusts. All the while kissing me hungrily. His tongue fucking me as violently as his cock. Emotionally, physically, in every way possible, it was just Jax and me.

Still pinning his body with my linked legs, I lay back and just enjoyed him. Allowing him to take control of everything that was us. And when I felt my orgasm build, it couldn’t have been more imperfectly, perfect.

The wrong man, so perfectly right.

I wanted to scream out his name, hear it echo for miles. But didn’t.

I wanted to hide my face from the world, from myself. Utterly embarrassed at how easily my body had betrayed me by encompassing all that was Jax.

Wanting him to finish, do what he’d come for and let me put back together the shards of my self-respect, I didn’t expect him to stop. Pressing me into the sand.

Still.

Perfectly still.

“You want to know why I didn’t want to fuck you all those days?”

“Why?” The question had torn me apart.

“Because I can count on my one hand how many women I fucked more than once.” Jax held himself like the Adonis he was. Full of pride. “But I knew there was going to be something about you, Sydney. I knew there was going to be something about you that would make me want to come back for more.”

“You haven’t finished, yet.”

“Fuck it, Sydney. Now, I know you’re like honey. You are like warm butter. A richness of chocolate sauce. You are everything that Devon and Chase and Xavier have craved and now you can add me to the fucking list.”

“Oh.”

“Sydney, I’m telling you now, I’m not going to stop wanting to fuck you until I own you, my little Lolita, and Heaven help us both of us, because I’m not going to give up.”

I didn’t mean to beg any more than Jax meant to open up. Only, as Jax pounded me to his climax, I notice one thing he hadn’t.

We were no longer alone.

Xavier stood at the entrance of the cave.

He’d heard everything.

I needed to warn Jax, but he rolled away, kissing my nose and pressing his fingers to my lips. “There’s something about you, my dirty blonde, my little Lolita. Fuck if I know what it is, but now Xavier’s got a decision to make.”

“What’s that?” My loyalty still remained with the man watching us.

“Is fucking you worth losing his band.”

“Whatcha saying?” Xavier fully entered the cave. Blocking the sunlight with the body I adored. I should have been embarrassed, lying naked with his friend by my side.

“Might as well join us, mate.” Jax’ tone would have been more welcoming to a brown snake.

“Sydney? Is Jax asking you to make a choice?”

“I’m asking her if she wants to fuck a band or a rockstar and since the lady had her legs wrapped around me only a minute ago, I’d say she wants a rockstar.”

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