I relax my thighs, knowing that if he wanted to, he could have easily wrenched them open, feasting on me either way. But that's not Jaxson's style. He's caught me and now he wants my surrender.
His grin splits across my lips as he licks a line through my slick folds. Breathing has become a conscious thought because everything else has fled my brain, focused solely on the way his tongue lashes against my center, bringing my higher than I've ever been. I want to tangle my hands in his hair, whether to pull him closer or push him away I'm not sure. One quick look down at him has me gripping the shirts beneath us instead. It's all so much. A spring coils tighter in me and every stroke of his tongue twists it tighter.
My heart is pounding in my chest, a mirror of the pulsing beat of blood swelling my clit as he sucks that bundle of nerves in his mouth. A snap of his teeth on my clit sets the coil shooting off into the stratosphere with me along with it. My vision whites out and all I can hear is the whooshing of my own breath in my ears.
He pulls back with a satisfied grin, his chin and lips dripping in my juices lapping it up like a cat who got the cream. "Cherries and spice," he hums. My skin flushes at his perusal. "A small taste will have to do for now."
Oh God. There's no way I can take anymore.
Gone are the gentle, hesitant touches. Within one blink down to earth, his briefs are off and Jaxson's impaling me on his steely length. I'm so full. I cry out as my fingers reach out for any part of him I can reach, sinking my nails into his taunt back. My nails catch, breaking the skin as I hold on against his hammering pace. Warmth coats the tips of my fingers, sliding down his back. He hisses at the pain, his fingers clenching around my butt, lifting me into his punishing thrusts.
Whimpers and moans are all I'm capable of as each steady stroke brings me closer to the brink of death- it's got to be, because my body is not capable of another orgasm. He won't hear it though, determined to send me off another cliff into a pleasure I've only managed to glimpse on my own.
"I can't," I beg. My breath stutters out as I climb higher and higher.
His hips slow and he pulls out until he's just teasing my entrance, giving me an inch before withdrawing as my own hips chase him, needing more.
"Nooo," I moan. Tears well in my eyes. My orgasm inches back from the cliff and I'm helpless against Jaxson's firm grasp on my bottom.
"Beg me," he growls. His fingers wrap my hair tight around his fist until my head is forced to stare at his. Jaxson's eyes are endless oceans of Atlantic blue. An iceberg could be hidden there for all they reveal. "Beg me to let you come," he purrs.
His eyes dance at my misery. He knows how desperate I am, but this isn't about him. This begging is for me.
He gives me another inch and my receding orgasm slowly starts to build again, bigger than it was before he started edging me. Bigger even than him going down on me. I need it.
"Something to say Pet," he chuckles, taunting me with another pulsing inch. My skin is hot and every touch is a shot of heat straight to my throbbing pussy.
"I need-," I tremble out.
"What do you need," he says, toying with me as he presses in further, still withholding all of what I need.
"I need to come," I beg, the tears finally falling down my face. "Please Jaxson."
"All you had to do was ask," he replies before slamming back into me. I jolt on the concrete from the impact, thankful for the thin cushion of the shirts against my back. His hips slap against mine and the bruises will be worth it as my walls contract tighter and tighter with every retreat of his cock, desperate to keep him inside.
My climax is so close I can touch it. I chase it down, meeting his hips with each thrust, squeezing my walls as he bottoms out, and with each action Jaxson gives just as much as I take.
His lips come down on mine, claiming me as he sucks on my tongue. A pinch of my clit is all it takes to set me off. I come with a keening cry that leaves me throat raw and my body exhausted, but well sated. Another pump and Jaxson follows with a rush of cum flooding my core, his teeth marking me with a bite at the base of my neck to muffle his own groan. It burns, but the pain is what I've come to expect from Jaxson. He revels in it, both dishing it out and receiving.
"Better get back before we get caught," his voice rumbles in my ear as he withdraws. I'm still basking in a post-orgasmic haze as I watch him slowly redress, brushing off the specks of dirt that cling to his black shirt. Being found in this position is the last thing I want, especially with Jaxson's cum still leaking from between my thighs. Never have I ever been more grateful for my birth control implant. The thought of a condom didn't even flit through my mind when he was touching me; something I'll have to discuss with him later, I'm sure.
Looking at the floor seems like a better option than staring at Jaxson. I can't believe I just did that. Oh my goodness, that just happened. The ache, grime, and blood are more than enough evidence.
Shower.
Just need to get dressed enough to do the most convoluted walk of shame ever and then I can wash this all away to deal with later. Panties, shorts, bra. I can do this. A quick flap of my shirt makes it just wearable enough. Something about the fading lust haze makes me want to cover up from Pretty Boy's gaze as if hasn't seen it all. Not even going to think about this being my first walk of shame. Nope.
Nicole would be so proud.
"A penny for your thoughts?"
Gah. How does he do that, move so quietly? It's unnerving. "Just wondering if I would even notice if I were body snatched. Because that-" I gesture my hand around at my shirt on the floor and his ruffled appearance in my best wacky inflatable tube man impression, "is not a very me thing to do. So clearly, I've been body snatched," I huff out. I dress quickly, trying my best not to inventory every bite and mark on my body to no avail. I doubt they have concealer hidden down here.
Welp, time to raid D's drawers for long sleeves. D. In the moment I wasn't even thinking of him, but now? I don't even know how I'm going to look him in the face. We had a moment, more than one really, and then I turn around and do this.
I'll have to drown myself in the shower. Best case scenario right there.
I barely notice Jaxson's hand on my lower back leading me back to the bunker, too busy thinking about the ramifications of what we just did. Sex, with Pretty Boy, Jaxson now. That's another thing. Cupid dropping just an initial and Jaxson throwing caution straight to the wind with his name. Every moment I'm here, they weave a tighter web around me, binding me closer to them and unraveling the ties to my life above ground.
The faint creak of the bunker door alerts me that we've made it back. It's locked behind me, that green to red a nail in my coffin. Nothing is different except me. Cupid is still off somewhere, most likely his room, and Rave and God are somewhere else. They didn't exactly feel the need to share. I meander over to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. Pretty Boy is close behind, preparing a vodka neat. If I were feeling a bit braver, I might ask him to pour me one as well. Settling my own thoughts down isn't coming easy. It's fine. I'll just drink my water, take a nice hot shower, and scarf down my feelings. They're guys; there's bound to be snacks in the cabinets or wherever.
Good plan me.
Jaxson brushes past me with a faint hand on my back that sends shivers rushing through me. Every nerve is aware of him. Living here is going to be so hard if his touch makes me react like that every time.
Plan. Don't get distracted now, Callie.
This feels so much like when they first brought me here. I settle onto the couch and tuck my feet underneath me. I still feel gross, but hey, priorities. At least this time I don't feel like less than the dirt underneath his shoes. Jaxson is the picture of unbothered as he lounges in the armchair across the living room with a faint smile aimed at no one.
Every slight move to get comfy reminds me of what we just did. I'm supposed to sleep in the same bed as Cupid tonight. Is that still the plan or will Pretty Boy expect me to sleep with him? A quick glance his way provides no help. He hasn't even looked my way since the kitchen. The couch is looking really comfortable right now, springs and all.
Regret has been a constant companion of mine for years now. It would be so easy to fall back on that old friend, but that's not the me that came back from those tunnels. I like to think I left her there wandering. The me that came back has just as sharp of teeth as Jaxson, and if the ache is anything to judge by, well I'd hate to be the next person that pisses me off.
I'm just finishing off my drink when the bunker door opens once more to God and Rave. At least he looks a lot less pissed than he did when I last saw him. God just looks tired, jaw tight as he rolls his shoulders, a modern Atlas struggling with the crushing weight of the world on his shoulders.
God's eyes lock in on me before he quickly takes inventory of my appearance. I grimace at what he must see. Dirty, bruised, it's not a good look. They quickly shift to Jaxson relaxing as if this is any ordinary day with a drink in his hand.
"Have a good walk? I'm sure it was exhilarating," he says, eyes flashing as he laughs, taking another slow sip of his drink.
"Don't," God warns, trying to block Rave's view.
"What the fuck," he roars before it all comes crashing down.