Page 66 of Side Out

I want him in me. No, Ineedhim in me.

The only response I can manage at the moment is a frantic nod, and he groans as I rock my hips into his. Wrapping his big hand around my wrist, he starts dragging me toward the bedroom. Once we’re there he has me stand at the edge of my—our—bed while he stands a couple of feet back and just stares at me. “Strip. Now,” Jax commands, and I waste no time.

I pull my shirt off before sliding my sweats and boxers off at the same time.

Jax follows suit. “On the bed. Show me.”

I lay back on the bed, and far slower than I should, I pull my legs up to my sides. Leaving all of me on full display for Jax to take in.

“Fucckkkk,” Jax moans while swiping a hand down his face.

I feel his hands rub up the back of my thighs, pushing them further up, while I simultaneously try not to let the blush I can feel crawl across my face from being so on display ruin the moment. Jax murmurs, “I don’t want to rush this, Theo, but fuck. I don’t know if I’m gonna be able to control myself.”

I smile up at him. “Then don’t.”

He grunts, and I watch as his knees hit the end of the bed. Just when I think he’s going to pay some attention to my ass, he shocks me by sucking my cock deep into his mouth.

I hiss, “Fuck, Jax.”

Reaching between my legs, he grabs the base of the plug and begins moving it in and out of my ass as he’s swallowing my cock. The plug is bouncing off my prostate, and I’m seeing fucking stars. “I’m not going to la—” I stop my sentence as he pops his mouth off my cock. “But… I need to come so bad.”

I take a few deep breaths, desperate for this moment to last as long as possible.

“We’re just getting started, Babe, relax for me.” I watch, mesmerized, as he stands up and fists his cock, pumping it up and down as he continues to smirk down at me. “You like what you see, pretty boy?”

I whimper.

Yes, whimper…

I’m not ashamed. I believe the sight in front of me would bring even the strongest man to his knees.

Jax huffs out in annoyance, “I should’ve put cameras in here.”

“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to see you fucking… her.”

“Yeah, that never happened,” I reassure him.

Jax’s brows pull together. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now no more about her. I need you, Jax.”

That gets his attention back on the moment I’ve waited so long for. He grabs the plug again, staring transfixed as he pulls it out.

“Lube?”

“Behind you on the dresser.” I watch his muscular back flex as he reaches to grab the bottle, pouring a healthy amount onto his shaft, working it up and down his full length.

He steps back to the end of the bed and looks me in the eyes. “Are you ready for me?” I nod my head. “Words, Mr. Young. Or you won’t get this cock.”

“Yes. Please, Jax,” I beg, and right as the words leave my lips, he presses the head of his cock against my back entrance. “Take me. Fuck me, Jax. Make me yours.” And make me his, he does.

I do my best to relax, knowing that tensing up is only going to make this more difficult.

“Oh, does my husband want his hole to be wrecked?”

I nod because—yes.A million times yes.

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