Page 77 of Save Me

I look at the other end of the table, where Bryce and Sam are sitting side-by-side, the pen that was in his hands moments ago now sitting on top of a piece of paper, filled with black ink.

“Rhett and Tanner would be pretty upset if any of these people heard about their… activities,” he says, looking at me before looking back down at the table.

Ryan walks over and picks up the list, not bothering to give Sam or Bryce a second look before walking out of the room.

“You’re both good to leave now, if you’d like,” Jax says. “And I don’t think I need to remind you that if any word of this conversation leaves this room, there will be consequences.”

Both Sam and Bryce nod before hastily standing up and making their way out of the room. Sam pauses briefly at the doorway to look at me, and a sadness crosses her face before she follows Bryce to the front door.

“Well, this should give me a lot to talk about in therapy tomorrow,” I joke.

Jax’s lip tilts upwards at my attempt to lighten the mood. “I’m sure your therapist would have a lot to say about today’s events.” He smiles.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Turner, I don’t want to end up in a white padded room almost as much as I don’t want to see you end up behind bars.”

I lean forward, brushing my lips gently against his.

“I’ll stick to my usual topics for this session,” I say with a smile as he stands up, leading me back to the bedroom.

“So, love,” he says with a sparkle in his eyes as we walk into the room. “Am I going to be lucky enough to see your definition of what it means to take care of me?”

He sits on the bed and I bite my lip, wondering just where to start with him, as a familiar sensation gathers in my core.

My hands reach for his pants, undoing them quickly, before sliding them down just enough for his cock to spring free, already hard under my gaze.

“See what you do to me?” he growls as I grip him firmly, his hips bucking in response.

I kneel on the floor in front of him, my hands never leaving his cock, and I stroke it up and down slowly. I open my mouth, running my tongue slowly over his hard length from the base to his tip, until I’m licking a bead of arousal off of him.

“Fuck,” he growls, throwing his head back as I wrap my lips around all of him, taking him in my mouth as deep as I can.

He groans as I work him up and down slowly, the taste of him on my tongue is nothing short of delicious. His hand moves to the back of my head, and he weaves his fingers through my hair until he has a fistful of it. I keep going, bobbing my head as I push myself to the limits, my hands working his base as I try to take him even deeper. Just when I think that’s all I can take he guides my head down further, only letting me up for air when my eyes start watering.

“I can’t take it all at this angle, it’s too big.” I wipe my mouth as I look at Jax, still fisting my hair, his eyes smoldering with desire.

“I don’t think there’s anything you can’t do, so open your mouth wider and take it like I know you can,” he purrs.

I flush under his demand, but I do as he says, taking him into my mouth once again.

“That’s it, love.” He moans as I open my mouth wide to accommodate him, taking him until he’s hitting the back of my throat. “Now, relax.”

I do as he says as he gently pushes my mouth further onto him, until not an inch of him is left to take, his hips pushing himself even deeper into my throat. He holds me there for a second, his eyes never leaving mine, and I love it. I love the feeling and taste of him in my mouth, the control he has over me right now. But more than that, I love how much control I have over him, how I can tell by the way he looks at me, the way his hands touch me, that he would do anything for me.

I try not to gag as his hips buck, sending him impossibly deeper into my mouth, as my eyes water once again.

“Good girl,” he groans, guiding me off of him so I can come back up for air. “Now, get up here and ride it,” he demands, the spark of desire in his eyes never faltering.

I smile and he reaches out a hand to help me stand. I make a show of pulling my pants and underwear down slowly, his eyes tracking my every movement as I expose myself to him, before leaving them heaped in a pile at my feet. I don’t even bother with my shirt as I climb onto his lap, my skin alight as he runs his hands over me, before sliding a finger, then two inside of me.

“Always so fucking ready for me, love,” he purrs, nipping at my earlobe before his lips find mine.

His kiss is all-consuming as if he is claiming my mouth, and I let myself sink into him.

He pulls me in closer as he positions himself at my entrance, his lips never leaving mine, and pulls me down onto his cock in one swift motion.

I let out a breathy moan as I adjust to him inside of me, relishing the feeling of being so full.

“Ride it,” he groans, his voice barely above a whisper, and I do as he says, moving myself up and down, slowly at first before a primal need has me picking up speed, wanting, needing, a release from the pressure that has built up inside of me. “Fuck, you take me so well,” he growls as he leans back, looking at where we’re joined.

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