Second Time Around...

✨Chapter 17✨

Their tender kiss deepened into a passionate exchange as her hands moved from his chest to grip the back of his neck. The movement of their mouths created a growing rhythm within him. Avery's sudden climax was met by Jax intensifying their connection, his body straining as he quickly reached his own release.

"Yesss!" Screamed Avery when Jax rolled his hips hitting a spot she didn't remember him ever hitting before.

"Gonna come so hard." Said Jax tough clenched teeth.

His words and the animalistic way they were said had Avery on the verge of orgasm once more.

"Gonna... come..." moaned Avery.

"Right there with you baby." Said Jax.

And he was. With two more thrusts of his hips, Jax let loose just as her second orgasm began to rip through her.

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"That was amazing" said Avery as she tried to catch her breath while Jax was still impaling her with his massive cock. Even after his release, she could still feel how hard he was.

Lifting his head from her shoulder, Jax looked down at Avery and kissed her tenderly before speaking. "God I've missed you... missed this" said Jax as he circled his hips, stirring his cock inside of her.

"I've missed you and this too. Ten years is a long time to go without." Said Avery smiling. She watched as Jax smiled with male pride knowing that he had been the only one to bring her to orgasm. "But we should probably get dressed before someone sees us through the window."

"You're right." Said Jax as he lifted her enough to allow his cock to fall from her and then placed her on her feet before turning to gather up their clothes.

Out of nowhere, a sense of cold dread washed over her as the unmistakable sensation of his cum trickling down her legs brought a horrifying realization into sharp focus: they hadn't used a condom. Not even a fleeting thought about protection had crossed either of their minds in the heat of the moment.

Her breath hitched in her throat. How could they have been so reckless? A wave of nausea rolled in her stomach, tightening into a knot of pure panic. Her mind raced, replaying the encounter, searching for any sign, any moment where one of them might have paused, might have considered the consequences. But there was nothing, only the escalating passion, the urgent need that had overshadowed everything else.

Now, standing here, the aftermath felt heavy and suffocating. The carefree intimacy of moments ago had vanished, replaced by a looming uncertainty that threatened to unravel everything. Her heart pounded against her ribs as a terrifying question echoed in her mind: How would Jax react? He was impulsive, often living in the moment. Would he be angry, thinking that was trying to trap him like Wendy did? Resentful? Or would he somehow think that this was something that was meant to happen? The possibilities swirled in her head, each one more unsettling than the last.

"Let's go get cleaned up," Jax said softly, his voice a gentle anchor in the swirling aftermath of their shared intensity. He crossed the short distance to where she sat, still slightly trembling, and held out her discarded clothes. The simple act of him carrying them, a small gesture of care, momentarily pulled her from the labyrinth of her thoughts. Logically, a detached part of her mind acknowledged the pressing need for a conversation, a frank and perhaps difficult discussion about what had just transpired between them. Their passion had been a potent, almost reckless force, and she knew they couldn't simply ignore the potential ramifications, the possible shifts in their already complex dynamic. Yet, despite this rational understanding, a deeper, more instinctual part of her recoiled at the prospect of initiating that conversation. The words felt heavy, laden with unspoken questions and uncertain answers. She wasn't ready to dissect the moment, to analyze its meaning or predict its consequences. For now, she clung to the fragile peace that had settled between them, a silent understanding that hung in the air, thick and warm like the lingering scent of their mingled desire. The thought of addressing the 'recklessness of it all' felt like breaking a delicate spell, one she wasn't quite ready to relinquish. She wanted to hold onto this suspended moment, this shared intimacy, just a little longer before facing the inevitable complexities that lay ahead.

In the office's small bathroom, they took turns cleaning up after their passionate encounter. Avery couldn't deny it; their time together had been purely sexual. Just recalling their intense desire for each other made her heart race and a familiar throb return.

"Keep looking at me like that and we won't make it out of this bathroom." Said Jax knowingly.

"Who says I want to?" Asked Avery bravely, sinking to her knees. She looked up at him as she wrapped a hand around his fully erect cock. "Been a long time since Ive done this so be patient with me. I promise to make it worth your while."

Then, without another word, she took his length into her mouth, the warm heat delivering on the pleasure that she promised.