8. Devon

Chapter eight

Devon

I shouldn’t be doing this. Jaxcen seems so innocent at times, yet the way her eyes stare up at me right now through the fan of her dark lashes, so submissive and filled with so much need, has me giving in.

She says she’s not a virgin, but I’m not so sure. Her experience seems to be minimal given the fact she’s been with that fucking douche since she was fourteen years old. But she said she wasn’t a virgin which means she is either lying about that, or she cheated on her fiancé. Either way, I get the feeling I’m going to find out.

“Did I stutter, little mouse, or did you not hear me?” I snap. “I said take off your clothes.”

She pulls back, letting my thumb pop free of her plump lips, almost looking nervous like she didn’t believe my demand was serious.

“I shouldn’t.” She all but whispers, but the fact is, she really fucking should, and she knows it.

“No one’s here but you and me, Jaxcen. No one needs to know what happens inside my home.”

“But the Lord will know,” she whispers again, and I scoff, rolling my eyes.

“You don’t really believe that?” I ask with a single brow raised. “Come on, Jaxcen. Think about it. God’s not real. It’s just a belief. So if you’re not going to do something, it better be because you don’t want to do it. Not because you think there’s some almighty being watching over you who will judge everything you do.”

Her cheeks flush and I’m not sure if it’s in anger or embarrassment, but I don’t ask. I’m not known to be careful of people’s feelings.

“Come on, love. You felt it earlier in the confessional. Doesn’t it just feel right? Isn’t there just something so fucking hot about doing something you’re not meant to do?” I drag my thumb over her lower lip again, tugging on it, pulling it down so her mouth opens, showing me her pink tongue.

Nodding, probably because she can’t speak with how I’m manhandling her lips, Jaxcen’s gaze softens as she gives in to her feelings, and I grin.

“See. Sinning isn’t so bad.” I wag my brows. “Sinning is fun, little mouse. Don’t you agree?”

Releasing her lip, I hear a breath escape her like she was holding it before she speaks.

“I don’t understand.” She gives her head a little shake. “If these things are so wrong, then why do they feel so good?”

My grin spreads into a full out smile. “Ain’t that the million dollar question?” I murmur as I graze my knuckles down the column of her neck and over her clavicle, watching as her chest rises and falls faster as I get nearer to the swell of her breasts.

“I know you don’t understand why I brought you here. But you need to know you won’t be leaving for a while. And since it looks like we’ll be spending Christmas together, why don’t we play?”

“Play?” she asks, her brows tugging inward, her confused expression making her look even younger than her twenty-four years. Hell, she looks barely eighteen at times.

“Yes, love. Play. You know. A bit of role play.”

“Role play?” she asks, her brows shooting up this time, and I know she gets my meaning.

“Yes, love. Role play.”

“And what roles will we be playing exactly?” She tries not to smirk, but I can fucking see the way her lips are trying to pull outward.

“Given it’s nearly Christmas, how about I be Santa, and you be my little helper?” I don’t know why I like the sound of that so much when I’m not really a fan of Christmas, but I could definitely get around the idea if it involves her on her knees.

Slowly, her lips spread wide, no longer able to fight her grin, before her teeth show and she throws her head back, laughing.

“Are you fucking laughing at me?” I snap, but still, she continues to laugh, slapping her hand over her mouth like that will somehow control it, but it fucking doesn’t.

Without a second thought, my hand wraps around her throat, giving it a squeeze as I tug her closer so we are nose to nose.

“Do you think I’m fucking joking around? I’m dead fucking serious, Miss Summers. And if you want to get through this alive, you’ll stop fucking mocking me!”

Any humour she had falls away, replaced with a mixture of fear and that heat she had only moments ago, returning.

Fuck, is her fear turning her on? Does she have a fear kink? Perhaps that’s why she hasn’t screamed bloody murder yet.

“Is your heart racing, Jaxcen? Is it pounding so wildly in your chest that you fear it might leap through your ribcage and fall to the floor? Or perhaps it’s racing so fast you fear it will stop and never beat again?”

When she nods quickly, a lazy and sinister grin contorts my face as I watch her gaze scan my features, taking in every little detail.

“Are you scared, Jaxcen?”

She shakes her head, but then nods, before shrugging, and I chuckle.

“You are scared, aren’t you? Are you scared I will hurt you?”

Slowly, she shakes her head, her gaze dropping to my lips. So naturally, I lick them and watch how her lips part as desire floods her eyes, making the blue turn almost black .

“Are you scared that I’ll make you feel good, and you’ll like it so much, you won’t ever want to stop?”

A moaning whimper passes her lips, her chest straining against mine, almost like her breasts have increased in size, expanding like they’re reaching out, desperate to be touched.

Releasing her neck, I quickly draw her blazer off her shoulders so it drops halfway down her arms. Then I spin her to face the mirror so she can see both of our reflections before I tug the blazer taut, pulling her arms back with it, effectively making her my little prisoner.

A gasp flies from her lips like she’s waking from a daze, the sudden movement snapping her out of her lust momentarily as she comes face to face with her expression that screams, fuck me please .

“Look at that woman in the mirror,” I rasp. “Look how much she wants to be touched by me. Look how much she aches for something more. Something wrong.”

Gripping her chin roughly, I run my nose up the column of her neck, inhaling her sweet, yet spicy scent, and hum.

“Fuck, woman. Why do you smell so damn good?”

A shiver ripples up her spine as she leans closer, desperate for me to do something to her. Desperate for me to step over the line she’s tried to put up, but is failing to maintain.

“I wanna watch you come undone.” I groan against her ear, and her moan is unmistakable as it fills the space of my bathroom.

Pressing myself against her arse, I move my hips to make sure she can feel my hard length. To make sure she is well aware of what she’s doing to me.

“Do you feel that, Miss Summers?” I ask, and she whimpers, her gaze darting between her own reflection, and mine in the mirror. “Wouldn’t it feel so fucking good to feel my cock sink deep into your tight cunt?”

Another whimper escapes her, and this time her arse presses harder against my length, causing her back to arch and her chest to push forward, the hard pebble of her nipples straining against the fabric of her blouse, their peaked outlines so noticeable.

Taking a step back, I tug off her blazer and then find the zipper at the back of her skirt, quickly releasing it. Even though she gasps from the sudden action, she doesn’t protest, she doesn’t try to stop me. She lets me work the fabric down over her hips, to pool around her muddy feet on the tiled floor.

Where the skirt was, I find white lacy panties. They’re not a G string but they don’t have a wide backside to them, and the globes of her cheeks peek out the sides, teasing the fuck out of me. My palm comes to her arse, rubbing over the perky globe, inducing yet another moan past her pink, plump lips.

“Do you like feeling my hands on you, Jaxcen?”

“Yes,” she whispers, almost as if she’s too scared to say the words too loud because that would make them true.

“Where do you want my hands?” I ask, catching her eye in the mirror, but her lips thin as she tugs them inwards, like she’s trying to stop herself from speaking.

SLAP!

The clap of my palm against her arse echoes through the room, and a squeal escapes her, those blue eyes wide, almost panicked.

“Answer me Jaxcen! Where do you want my hands?”

Trembling, I wonder for a moment if she’s going to stop this right here, right now. If she’s going to pull away and say ‘no, stop, we can’t do this.’ Because I know it’s going through her mind. I just know it. But then she speaks, surprising me.

“I want your hands everywhere.”

“Atta girl, little mouse.” I grin, pleased, not just from the words she spoke, but the conviction in her tone. “Take off your blouse.”

She moves quickly at my order, unbuttoning the ivory fabric before tugging it off and letting it drop to the floor by our feet .

Now standing before me in her white lacy bra and matching panties, I get an image of her dressed like this with a mask covering her face.

“Is this what you wore into Cloud 9 tonight?”

She nods.

Fuuuck.

“It should almost be illegal with how innocent you look in this underwear, Jaxcen.” I graze my nose along the column of her neck as I speak. “Yet the filthy thoughts it conjures are the complete opposite.”

I can’t bring myself to stop sniffing her, like I’m addicted to her scent. Like it’s a line of coke I want to snuff.

Snaking my hand around to her front, my large palm almost covers her abdomen, reminding me just how small and dainty she is compared to my hulking size.

Her stomach dips, like the feel of my fingers tickles her, making me think back to the church earlier when that’s all I had to do to get her to release her bag. That knowledge is worth keeping in the memory bank for later I suppose, knowing she’s so ticklish.

“Where do you want me to touch first, Jaxcen? Do you want me to go up here?” I slowly start to glide my hand up towards her breasts, which are rising and falling in rapid succession with her breathing, “or would you like me to go down here?” I change direction, grazing my digits down past her belly button towards the flesh I know is probably saturated right now.

“Either.” She breathes. “Both… I don’t know.”

I chuckle at her indecision. “My little mouse is greedy, I see. But I can certainly do both if you think you can handle it.”

Once again she whimpers, probably questioning herself on whether or not she can handle that, but I don’t give her much time to consider it as my other hand joins in and slides up to the swell of her breasts before I cup the heaviness in my palm, while my other hand grazes over her mound between her legs .

“Y-yes.” She moans and stutters, her stance moving wider to allow me better access, and I watch her eyes as they watch mine while I simultaneously graze her nipple through the fabric of her bra and do the same to her needy little clit through the fabric of her panties.

She jerks at my touch, almost like she wasn’t expecting it, or perhaps not used to it. Which would indeed be the fact if what she said about her fiancé is true.

He hasn’t touched her. Why the fuck wouldn’t he touch her?

“Do you like that, little mouse?” I rasp against her ear before sucking the lobe between my lips and gliding my tongue over the soft skin.

“Yes,” she pants loudly, any shame disappearing since she no longer tries to whisper her words.

Continuing to graze my fingers over the two areas, I’m desperate to go beneath the fabric, but I don’t think she’s ready for that. Not if she actually hasn’t been touched by a man, ever, or perhaps in a long time.

My cock is straining in my pants, aching to be let free and slide between the folds I already know are drenched given the wetness of the fabric I feel beneath the tips of my fingers.

I bet she’d be so fucking tight.

Taking my cues from the signals her body is giving, I speed up my pace, my fingers working faster as her pleasure quickly rises.

I’m not trying to blow my own horn or anything, but I’m a fucking talented man in most aspects of my life. And when it involves sex, I’m yet to hear a complaint from a woman that has been in my bed. Yet I’m not sure any have responded so quickly to my touch. None have ever been so near the edge of climax in such a short space of time, like Jaxcen Summers is right now.

“That’s it, Jaxcen. Let yourself go. Let yourself see and embrace how fucking good it feels to have my hands on you.” I nip at her lobe again, my teeth grazing this time, and the action seems to send her skyrocketing, her cries fast, loud and high pitched as she nears the edge.

Her hips are moving on their own accord. Thrusting. Grinding. Chasing her pleasure with such desperation, that her eyelids fall shut and her angelic face contorts, almost like she’s in pain.

“Eyes open!” I demand, and those blue eyes, nearly black, go wide as her lids part quickly on my order. “Watch yourself, Jaxcen. Watch how fucking beautiful you are. How exotic you are. Watch every moment of when you come.”

My words do the trick, her cry loud in the room as my hand between her legs moves so fucking fast that she jerks and shudders before crying out again, and wetness seeps through the fabric of her panties and down her thighs.

Fuck me.

I really am talented.

As her climax subsides, her legs give out and I hold her up, my cock pressing into the valley of her arse as her loud panting fills the room.

“Such a good little sinner, aren’t you?” I murmur against her ear once again, which have to be the sexiest fucking ears I’ve ever come across.

Do I have a fucking ear fetish? Is that even a thing? Fuck, who knows, but I fucking want to devour hers.

Jaxcen makes a noise in response to my question. It’s kind of a non committal yes , in a moaning type of way, and I can’t help but grin.

Her lids flutter open, her gaze lazy as it lands on me, and her own grin pulls at her lips.

“The just fucked look, looks good on you, Miss Summers.”

“You didn’t fuck me,” she points out, her words nearly slurred like she’s drunk.

“Not yet, but imagine what you’ll look like when I do.” I chuckle, and even though she grins, her eyes go wide as if once again, she’s waking up from a trance and realising that she’s just being a very naughty Catholic girl .

Easing my hands from around her, I let her take her own weight and step back, moving to the shower to turn it on. I test the water, making sure the temperature is hot and then turning the heat up a little more, knowing chicks like it so fucking scolding that it almost peels a man’s skin off.

“Have a shower, little mouse. Then put my shirt on, and get your sweet arse into my bed.” I tell her, giving that sweet arse a slap as I walk past and close the door behind me, shutting her in.

I want nothing more than to go back in there, tear those white innocent panties from her flesh and part her thighs so my cock can find its own release. And normally that’s exactly what I would do. But something has me stalling. Probably the fact that I’ve declared that she’s going to be with me through Christmas. And normally, if I bed a woman, it’s only ever for one night. Not to mention the fact that the woman tonight is in my actual home. Usually the fucking happens in the city. I use my apartment there as a base for work sometimes, and it’s a convenient place to take women when I want a release.

So why have I brought this woman into my home, and insisted she get into my bed? Why am I not questioning this even more, instead opting to get changed into my comfy boxers, knowing I probably shouldn’t go commando in bed tonight, and wait for Jaxcen Summers to finish showering in my bathroom?

These are questions I don’t have answers to, so for now, I’ll table them as I slip into my bed and wait for Jaxcen to join me.

It doesn’t take long, thank fuck, because I’m tired and I’m starting to get moody, but when she ventures out five minutes later, steam wafting around her in the doorway as she flicks off the light, only leaving my bedside reading lamp to illuminate the space, I swear she looks like an angel.

Shifting nervously beside my bed, Jaxcen hovers and I chuckle, realising she needs my demand in order to take the step and get into the bed with me.

“Under the covers, Jaxcen. Now. ”

She does as I demand, moving to pull back the covers before quickly sliding in, wearing my t-shirt.

Fuuuck, there’s just something about her wearing my clothes that has my cock hardening again.

Jesus fucking Christ. Am I going to get any sleep tonight?

Shifting, I flick off my lamp and roll on my side to face her. Slowly, my eyes adjust to the darkness, a faint glow coming in through the crack in the drapes, giving me just enough light to see that Jaxcen is as stiff as a board next to me, her eyes wide, staring up at the ceiling.

That won’t fucking do, because if she doesn’t go to sleep then I won’t either, so I reach out ignoring her gasp and tug her towards me, her small body easy to manoeuvre so I can spoon her, wrapping my large frame protectively around her dainty one.

“Sleep, Jaxcen. This is all this is. Sleep.”

My words must give her the reassurance she obviously needs and she quickly relaxes in my hold. Within a few minutes, her breathing evens out and deepens, and her body becomes lax as mine is anything but, primed behind her. Fucking aching to take its fill.

I don’t know how long I lay awake going over everything that has happened tonight, but eventually my lids fall closed, and I succumb to sleep, letting it drag me under for hours, and my dreams are filled with a sweet little blonde temptress, and the needy little moans that part her plump pink lips.

I wake several hours later, already knowing that it’s probably mid-morning given the way the bright December sun is trying to burst past the thick drapes.

Rolling over, I stretch out, releasing a groan before my mind shifts from its slumber state to awakened reality, reminding me that I had a bed partner last night.

Darting my head to the side to seek out Jaxcen, I blink a couple of times to make sure my eyes are seeing right.

My bed is empty.

My gaze darts to the open bathroom door, noticing the light off, telling me she’s not in there .

Sitting upright, I scrub a hand over my face and slip out of the covers, padding through to the living area, almost certain I’ll find her asleep on the couch like she so desperately wanted to do when she first arrived.

“Jaxcen?” I call, frowning as I see the empty couch and spin in a circle as I gaze over the living area in my suite.

There’s nowhere to hide here. The space is an open plan. There are no large cupboards. There are no other rooms, except for perhaps my walk in wardrobe, so my feet hurry towards that.

Flicking on every light as I go just to make sure she’s not curled up in a corner somewhere, I don’t find anything, and my wardrobe is undisturbed.

Fuck!

She’s gone!

Dashing out of my wardrobe, I leap over my bed, snatching my phone off the bedside table and hit Finn’s number.

He answers it on the first ring.

“Sup, man?” he asks lazily like he’s only just woken himself.

“She’s fucking gone. Lock the whole place down!” I bark.

“What?” Finn mumbles like he’s still fucking asleep.

“Jaxcen is gone! Lock the place down. Now!”

My demand is loud through the phone and I hear him curse before I hang up and rush to put my pants on.

I can’t fucking believe she’s run again after I told her what would happen if she did.

Look out, Jaxcen Summers. You’re about to meet the devil for real this time.