Page 85 of Fighting Temptation (Men of Honor 1)
I flip her over, cutting her off before she completely loses it. With both of us on our sides now I bring her against me; her back to my front. Her sweet ass cradling my hard dick. I take her top leg and place it back over mine. Grabbing the side of her panties I shred them from her body.
She moans, “Oh God, as hot as that is, you really need to stop doing that or I’m not going to have any panties left.”
That’s just fucking fine with me, she doesn’t need to wear them.
“It’s faster and right now I don’t have the patience to take them off you any other way.”
Our groans mingle when I slide my hand between her legs, feeling her fucking soaked and ready. “Always so wet and ready for me,” I whisper, planting soft kisses along her shoulder and neck.
“Always for you.”
Groaning again, I pull my underwear down just enough to free my cock. Knowing how wet and ready she is I slam up inside of her from behind.
She gasps, “God yes, I need you.”
“You have me baby, all of me.” I kiss the side of her face, her ear, anything my lips can reach and keep a steady pace as I fuck her from behind. Sweat builds between our entwined bodies, my hands palming her breasts, pinching and tormenting her nipples. I fuck her as hard and deep as I can get, not knowing where I end and she starts, wanting her to feel nothing but me.
“Feel me baby, only me.”
“I do, that’s all I feel,” she breathes out heavily, slamming her ass back against me. My hand goes to her hip, fingers digging into the soft flesh while I hammer up into her. Jesus! Sweet hot fucking perfection. Reaching in front I slide my finger through her wet slit, finding her swollen nub, her gasps and moans filling the air.
A low growl erupts from my throat when her pussy starts to flutter around my cock. I speed up my rhythm, both with my dick and hand, hoping she finds release soon. I’m not so sure how much longer I can hold off.
She whimpers my name, “Jaxson,” and that was the only warning I got before her muscles gripped my cock like a tight vise, sucking it greedily in its hot depth.
“Fuck me. Julia baby, I swear your pussy was made for my cock,” I let out a long groan and still as I spill myself inside of her.
Collapsing down from my raised arm I stay inside of her while trying to catch my breath. Not in any hurry to leave her body I pull her back snug against me, kissing her neck, “I’ll take care of this Julia, I promise.”
And I will. I’ll give Cooper his time, but after that, the mother fucker is mine.
She kisses the palm of my hand. “I love you Jaxson,” she says before drifting off to sleep. I swallow thickly and kiss the back of her neck, fucking hating myself for not saying it back.
A week later I’m in the very place I thought I’d never be able to step foot in again, my kitchen. Jaxson took care of making sure the kitchen was thoroughly cleaned; he even bought a new kitchen table for me. You could still smell the fresh paint on the walls and it made me shudder to think that they weren’t able to clean it enough without having to repaint.
Things have been strained between us lately to say the least. Ever since we found out from Cooper that Wyatt had an air tight alibi for that night Jaxson has been on edge. There’s a quiet rage around him now that wasn’t there before. He’s always on guard, not letting me go anywhere by myself and gets angry if I even suggest it. He’s been having nightmares too, but anytime I try to talk about it with him he says he’s fine and doesn’t want to talk about it. Before all this things had been so amazing for us. I could feel him opening up to me, letting me in more than he ever had before, but since that night he’s just completely shut me out and it breaks my heart. To make matters worse I’ve been feeling terrible lately. I’m so tired all the time and my stomach is constantly queasy.
My phone rings, bringing me out of my depressing thoughts. Before I can answer it Jaxson comes charging in, throwing his hand up at me, telling me to stay where I am.
I watch him answer it. “Hello,” his icy tone annoys me, what if it’s my Grams?
“Who’s this… ya hold on.”
He hands me the phone, “Some Don Thomson from Foothills Elementary?”
I gasp and rip the phone from him, excitement humming through my body, “Hello, Mr. Thomson?”
A huge smile takes over my face as Don tells me I got the job. I start dancing around silently, fist pumping the air. He tells me that I’ll be subbing till Christmas but after that my position will become full time and I’ll be teaching grade two. I thank him for the opportunity and hang up.
I look over at Jaxson leaning against the counter, watching me with a smile.
“Oh my god Jaxson!! I got the job! I got the job! I got the job!” I run and launch myself at him, he catches me laughing.
“Congratulations Jules, you’re going to be a great teacher.”
It’s the first time in a week I’ve heard his tone soft and genuine. It warms my heart and makes my throat tight. I rest my forehead against his and kiss him, slow and deep, showing him how much I’ve missed him. When I pull back there’s a fire in his eyes that I haven’t seen since we came back and feeling his erection against my stomach starts a sharp ache between my legs. Just as I lean in to kiss him again my stomach rolls, “Oh no!” I shove away from him and run to the bathroom slamming the door behind me. I make it just in time to empty everything I ate for lunch in the toilet.
