Page 32 of Sinister Hearts
“I missed you,” I breathed heavily, meaning every damn word. He covered my wet slit with his warm mouth, groaning and slurping as he licked away at me, while his fingers made their way in and out of me. I could feel my core at his knuckles. Jax teased my swollen, aching clit with his tongue.
“You taste so good, baby, just like I remember. So sweet and juicy,” Jax groaned as he grabbed my thighs, hard and rough. My hips rocked. I dug my fingers into the hay, moaning with ecstasy while he continued to lap at my throbbing center.
As I was grinding my drenched core into his mouth, Jax took a hand to my nipple and began tugging on it while he licked my clit, pumping me with his soaked fingers. I was feeling so overwhelmed and stimulated with pleasure, moaning blissfully as I felt the warm rapture build inside of me. “That’s it, come for me.” I jerked on his tongue, and Jax continued to lap at my sensitive clit like he was parched. I moaned loud, finishing on his silky coated tongue. Jax stood with his cock so hard it imprintedin his dress pants. He grabbed my throat, kissing me deep and fierce, spitting into my mouth, a sweet concoction of my come and his spit. I took it all on my tongue, with my mouth wide open. “Do you taste that, Faye?”
Yes,” I said, nodding in a fever of orgasmic bliss.
“Swallow it,” he demanded, and grabbed my throat with his tattooed fingers. With no hesitation, I swallowed our mix of sin, completely out of breath.
“You came on my tongue, now suck it off like a good girl,” Jax demanded, as he slapped my sensitive core and put his fingers back in my drenched swollen slit, my legs still spread wide open for him as they quivered.
Jax laid me down on the stack of hay, facing him with my legs spread open. I did as I was told, devouring my cum off his lathered tongue as he groaned into my mouth—the sweet nectar coated both of our tongues. I rubbed his thick, pulsating length through his pants the best I could with my hands still tied, as he fucked me with his digits. I sucked on his tongue, wishing it was his thick cock taking up space in my mouth. My pussy was drenched and wide open for him to take, yet again.
I couldn’t get enough of this man. “Are you gonna come for me again, baby?” Jax grabbed my chin, making me look at him with my legs still spread and my cum all over my lips. He continued to pump into my aching wet pussy. “My gods, look at you, so desperate to come again. My poor girl needs to be fucked don’t you?” His words hurtled me towards another intoxicating orgasm. “Come all over my fingers, little ljos, so I can give you a taste.” I bucked against his fingers where his knuckles were deep inside me, hitting that sweet spot, my full breasts bouncing with every motion, coming unraveled as I moaned, my hips jerking at the sensitivity, giving into sweet sin as it overpowered me. “That’s it, baby girl.” He took his fingers out from me slowly, glistening. “Open your mouth,” he demanded. I obeyed, openingmy mouth wide for him, sticking my tongue out as he put his soaked digits into mouth, making me gag, my eyes watering. “Taste how good you are.” I nodded, lost in sin, taken by my orgasm. “That’s my good girl.” Jax gently smacked my cheek, sliding my thong back to its rightful position and untying my hands. I laid there, panting and flush, my breasts out and my pussy on display.
Was I a whore? I needed more from him, I needed to witness him coming in me, making me his fuck toy. I wanted so badly to please him, to show him how much I missed him. How much I desperately still ached to be his good girl. I needed more. I needed his cock inside me. I began rubbing his hard length over his dress pants, unzipping them. Jax swatted my hands away and groaned, displeased. “If you continue to be good, I’ll give you my cock. But not tonight. That is your punishment, do you understand, Faye?” he said, whispering and groaning into my mouth. I twirled my eyes. This man seriously wasn’t going to fuck me?The actual disrespect.
“You’ve been playing with me, Faye, like I’m your little toy. I will show you who’s the little toy.” He grabbed my face and kissed my mouth like a madman. “What a delicacy,” he moaned, still hard as a rock, cleaning his mouth of my finish. “I know you may have forgotten, but you are mine, Robles,” he said, adjusting himself in his dress pants.
“I belong to no man, cowboy.” I snickered at him, sliding my dress back up and covering my breasts.
“I am no man, Faye,” he stated sternly. I was bewildered by that comment as he stared right into my quivering soul.
“Don’t look at me like that, Grimwood,” I said, still coming down from my orgasms.
“Like what, as if I didn’t just make you come twice. You’re welcome by the way.” Jax smirked.
I was rendered speechless. He helped me up off the hay that had imprinted itself on my skin.Ouch.
“We should get back,” I said, adjusting my sex hair. He kissed me deathly sweet on my cheek, as if the last ten minutes didn’t just happen. Like he didn’t just lick me clean and finger-fuck me in his barn.
“Just like old times.” Jax winked at me, proud of himself.
“You’re impossible, Grimwood,” I said, smirking feverishly.
“I never thought I’d have you naked in my barn again, so not nearly as impossible as you’d think,” he said. I chucked my boot at him and he dodged it. “What? I’m just saying.” Jax chuckled devilishly. “Don’t worry, I won’t tell Pop you finished on this stack of hay. Not like it wouldn’t be the first time.”
“Jax, that’s not funny.” We both looked at each other, cracking up. How is it that this man could have me on the edge of climax one minute, and laughing the next? We walked back to the party all hot and bothered. But I felt more pieced back together than I had in years and that scared me. There, without question, was still explosive chemistry between us. A connection we could no longer deny.
Creed and Avi said their goodbyes to all the party guests as everyone made their way out. Faye and I spent the rest of the night trying to keep our composure with subtle glances at one another. I still smelt her arousal on me, it was a scent I’d proudly wear every day. I wanted her badly, but I didn’t want the first time in five years to be in my pop’s barn. We weren’t kids anymore, and I needed Faye to know how I’d felt. And the only way I knew how to express how I felt was touch. I wasn’tgood with words, never had been. Faye and I always had intense sexual chemistry. Our sex was on a spiritual plain no other woman and I could reach. I wanted to see if the passion was still there. And gods damn was it. Her pussy wept for me, and her soul begged for me. But I wanted her to be reassured it was more for me. The taunting games were fun, but I owned her heart.
A greedy man was what I was when it came to Faye. My little ljos. My little light glowed for me tonight so extravagantly, sparking its ignition. She wanted to be claimed, fucked, loved, and devoured in all her sinful flesh. I caught the way she lost herself in the flame when she thought nobody was paying attention.My sweet dark angel, I am always paying attention.She looked like she was breaking. The same way she looked that night on the farm six years ago. The same look that still haunted my dreams.
Six years ago-
We hadn’t told anyone about our little bean. Faye was so early, and we agreed we would do it together when she started showing. Pop had begun pressuring me about the family legacy and all that bullshit—as the oldest Grimwood son, it’s my duty to carry on the family’s bloodline and uphold our position. Pop wasn’t understanding why I was refusing to leave Grimstone and return to our homeland of Norway for my initiation. A sprout was growing in the girl’s womb that I loved, and it was mine, my little bean sprouting into life, in my girl’s belly. I was scared, yet excited out of my mind.
We were already planning our lives. I’d work on the farm until my knees gave out. Imagining Faye carrying the bean in her arms warmed the crest around my heart. The initiation required one year in Norway with our uncle, Loki, and my grandfather, Ragnar. It was something that was never asked, but expected of me since before I stepped foot on this earth. Carrying a Grimwood’s child was more than complex. There were things I needed to explain to her, things I didn’t know how to at the moment, my words always failed me.
I began cleaning out the barn when I spotted Faye’s box Chevy single cab pulling up at a high speed, which was odd because it was Thanksgiving and it was six p.m. It was one of her busiest days at work due to the holiday. All the lonely geezers were looking for a connection and a pretty face.What the hell?Faye stopped the car abruptly, hopping out and running to me with her face a puffy mess of tears.
“What’s wrong, baby?” I asked her, lost and confused in her devastated expression.
“I lost Bean. I’m sorry, Jax. I don’t know what I did wrong.” Faye clung to me, staining my shirt with her tears. My heart sank as I tried to digest her words. I felt a dense cave in my chest like never before. We stood there and cried, holding each other. It was all I could think to do. I knew I wasn’t ready, but I would have become ready for her, for our bean. This hurt. But I had to be strong for Faye. All my dreams and plans… gone, my unborn child… gone. I didn’t understand… Why us? Faye crumbled in my arms, wanting nothing more than to curse the gods.
“Listen to me, this isn’t your fault, baby girl. You did nothing wrong.” I kissed her forehead, trying to reassure her.
“Maybe I was working too hard. Maybe I wasn’t eating right.” Faye paced back and forth, an entire mess. My poor girl was breaking right before my eyes, caving inside herself. Shewas blaming herself. The loss was too heavy. So she did the only thing she knew how. She looked out the porch into the rain. Like she was somewhere else, anywhere but here. My girl was here, but she wasn’t. My Faye broke, and there I was breaking with her. Holding her tight, hoping it would keep my pieces together, too. The pain was too much to process.
