Page 14 of Enjoying the Band in Lockdown

“I doubt it.” I clenched my pussy tight.

“Oh, yes. I’m the man who’s going to do things to you until you beg me to replace my tongue and fingers with my cock.”

“I’m not gonna beg for you, Jax.”

“Oh, but you will. My little Lolita. The girl who wants all five of us to fuck you and is pissed off because two of us haven’t.”

He pressed against me, pinning me to the side door. “You’re pissed off because I haven’t paid homage to the body of Sydney or sprouted declarations of love like my boy, Chase.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“Don’t you wish I was your asshole?”

“If you feel like this, why chase me? Why’d you go to all the effort of finding me if you—”

I squealed as he pulled my face to his. Roughly, without mercy. Without question. Without even being invited. But, oh my, his kiss. It was everything that our first kiss had been. Hungry. Desperate. Clawing with naked desire. Nothing and no-one else existed. I didn’t care if the others saw us. I didn’t care if this kiss ruined me for anyone else.

I wanted Jax.

I needed Jax to bleed onto my lips. Joining us together. Pounding my mouth with his until the pain of our kiss was joined by my nipple. His hand had gone straight for the spot. Twisting and squeezing it through my thin dress.

All the time, my pussy cried out for his tongue to find a new home.

He’d been right. I would ask. I’d even beg.

No.

But, I wanted him so badly.

I wanted him.

I wanted Jax to claim me. Fuck me. Destroy me.

“I want you,” I said into his mouth. A guttural groan that didn’t belong to me.

He pulled back, panting. Glazed eyes that probably mirrored my own.

“That’s why.”

“What?”

“That’s why I had to track you down. That’s why I came looking for you, and that’s why I needed you to stay. Because, my Lolita, no one fucking kisses like you. I’ve kissed women, thousands of women, and no one kisses like you.”

Jax of the brutal banter, had left the building. Leaving in his wake a beautiful man, who hated saying the words as much as I hated hearing them. What the hell did this mean for us? For Xavier?

“No one makes me want to come back for more fucking kisses.”

“So why do you keep messing with my head.”

“Because I figured it out. You keep going back to Xavier who doesn’t have a fucking clue how to give you want you want. It’s all right here, my little Lolita.”

I was ruined the moment his fingers found me. Plunging inside without warning. My juices paving his way. Fucking me with his fingers and my mouth with his tongue. Saying the name that wasn’t even my own as my orgasm built, swirling around my body.

“Lolita, Lolita, my Lolita.”

Instead of screaming his name, I bit down on his shoulder. Spasming off the seat and out of my mind until he bought me down to earth. Softening his kisses and caresses.

“So, where do we go from here?” I panted, refusing to cry when he reclaimed his hand.

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