Chapter 44

MELODY

My knees slideto the floor, my hands creeping up his thighs. Holding his gaze, I tuck myself between his legs, so close to his groin that he threads his fingers through my hair as I leave kisses on his fly.

Flicking his chin, he encourages me to stroke him, and I do. Slow,fairlytense strokes, making his hard length twitch.

He pulls my hair into his fist before undoing his zipper to release some of the pressure, and I take him into my mouth, messing with his plans.

Closed around him, my lips move up and down, my tongue sweeping his hard flesh.

Sagging back, he opens his legs even more and tightens his fist even more before asking me to blow him hard. He watches me bobbing my head, his eyes heavy with pleasure.

A surge of pleasure moves through me as I see him lustful and content.

My hands move up and down with my mouth, stroke after stroke offulldedication and sincere passion.

A few more moments pass before I push up.

He lets go of my hair and grabs my waist while I cuff his hard length and straddle his lap, pointing the chiseled tip to my entrance.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I slide down and start rocking my hips. Grinding on him feelsamazing.

My wetness trickles down, my thighs trembling as he guides my body, and I roll my hips harder. Sweat dots my hairline and the skin between my breasts.

He kisses my chest with his hands around my boobs, his mouth mistreating my nipples one at a time. The swirl of pleasure keeps growing and growing before blooming into fireworks.

"Oh, my…" I murmur, the pleasure breaking free through me like an earthquake.

JAX

She enjoysher high with her eyes shut. And moans peeling off her lips.

Her center clenches, her moves slower, her hands kneading my shoulders.

She glistens with sweat, her lips barely holding a smile. I push up with her in my arms and lay her down.

She's on the bed, on all fours, barely keeping her balance as I remove my clothes, hard and tense.

I've longed to have her in front of me like that, with her fiery hair over her back.

Hands latched onto her hips, I pull her closer and press my dick against her center before sliding into her.

She's throbbing already, moans climbing up her throat.

"You all right…?" I ask, smiling, and she tips her head to the side and looks at me over her shoulder, a grin on her lips.

"You know what I'm gonna do to you…" I murmur, grinning.

She chuckles.

"Um, no…?"

"No? You have no idea?" I say, thrusting and looking down, getting turned on just by watching my dick slide into her.

"I think I know…" she says, pressing her brow against her forearms, her elbows lining the mattress. "You know I regretted I didn't have sex with you the first time we were together," she murmurs.

"That would've been a mistake. Had we had sex," I say, relishing the feel ofheraround my hard length,"we would've messed things up."

"How? Things would've been weirder?"

"Probably," I say, sliding my hand below her navel and touching her clit.

A shudder goes through her.

When I grab her hard, her center throbs around me, and her legs shake like crazy.

"Up, baby. I want to make you come."

"I can't come if you fuck me like that."

"You wanna bet?"

"No."

"You can't stay up?"

"Yes, I can."

"Give it a try, all right? Try it for me."

"Okay," she says.

"Good girl," I say, cupping her slit and running my fingers over her clit.

She moans every time I touch her, and the more she vocalizes her pleasure, the closer I get to blasting my load.

I'm doing my best to control myself and prolong her pleasure and mine.

I stroke her hard, not sparing her clit, and the more I'm doing that, the wetter she gets and the faster she pulses.

Whether she wants it or not, her body responds to my touch. She leans forward again, pushing her rear against my hand and groin whileI ravage her clit.

Her hands ball into fists, creasing the covers.

For a moment, I go back to when I met her. I wanted to pound her right then and there.

Call it intuition, but I knew what I knew.

I'm not saying that what I said to her wasn't true. It was all true. Every bit of it. Every word.I have flair when it comes to women.

I know them.

How they think, what they want, what their needs are, how easily they get hurt, and how often men hurt them.

We men may be all beasts, but some of us know how to tame that beast and unleash it only in the bedroom.

Some of us don't.

They put a suit on that beast and make it say sweet lies before dropping a ton of shit on these women.

I'm not that kind of man. I wasn't raised like that.

I've seen too much, learned too much, and hurt too much. When the women in my house were in pain, I was in paintoo.

That's why I said what I said.

But even so, the beast in me murmuredstuffin my ear when I saw her. And it wasn't pretty.

It was filthy, dirtystufflike having this woman pinned on the bed, on all fours, or on her knees in front of me.

She was ripe for me to take her, make her mine. Make her submit.

That's how the beast in me had seen her.

It growled quietly in my ear, telling me to get her.

And I talked back and promised the beast that we would both have her. The beast would get to pound her while I'd get to have her.

I kept my promise, and now the beast is here, grunting and growling, anxious to have her body.

Shejerksagainst the mattress while pressing her cheek against the covers and closing her eyes, her lips parted, her tongue sticking out from time to time and sweeping her bottom lip.

She doesn't say a word as I crush her clit and plunge into her ferociously.The more she lets me do it, the more vicious I become.

"Jax… " she murmurs in a trance while I ram into her with force, threatening to break her open. "Jax…" she says again, her voice signaling fear, anticipation, and excitement.

"You'll be fine," I say, picking up the pace, knowing I can't stop.

And then she suddenly jerks up, arches her spine, flicks her hair back, and extends her neck. A long moan leaves her lips, making me want to see her ride the crest of pleasure.

A shudder zips through her and then another one, and I destroy her pussy while fucking her fast.

She pushes up in the air, stiff like wood, while I break free, filling her up, grabbing and squeezing her tits as she mindlessly rocks her hips, proving me she wants me as much as Iwanther.

MELODY

"Yes. Okay,"I say before I end the call and place my phone on the counter.

"What was that?" he asks, unpacking our food.

It's late, past lunchtime. I craved eggs and pancakes, so he called a local diner and ordered food for both of us.

We ate the spaghetti he brought last night in the morning before we fucked again.

I sit on a barstool with a towel around my chest while he plates the food. His eyes go to the hair framing my face before stalling on my face.

He likes what he seesdespite the dark circles around my eyes, chapped lips, and no makeup.

There are also secret things he likes.

How I have come into my own and submitted to him.

Hehas a way of pullingme out of my head, making me live in the moment.

He slides the plate in front of me. Eggs, buttered toasted English muffins, blueberry jam, and coffee.

"The phone call…" he insists.

"My real estate agent," I say,taking a biteand brushing off a drop of melted butter from my chin.

He picks up his coffee and brings it to his lips, waiting for an answer.

"I'm buying a new place," I say, not looking at him, my mouth full.

"What happened with your old place?" he asks, setting his coffee down.

I take another bite.

"That neighbor gives you a hard time?"

Shaking my head, I run a napkin over my mouth.

"No. It's not him…"

I pause, sigh, and place my fork down.

"There were several things," I say, wrapping my fingers around my coffee. "The neighbor was one factor, but not the most important one. The landlord had a problem with you bringing the cops to his door."

I lift my hand, anticipating a reaction from him.

"He wasn't the triggering factor either. It's just that all crap made me think seriously about buying a placeof my own."

Relieved that I have gotten most of it off my chest, I sum up the rest in a few words.

"I found a great place, somewhat out of my price range, and made an offer. But… I might not get it since the owner has several offers."

"Where is that place?"

I give him the details before making a dismissive gesture.

"It's fine. I'll look for another one."

"Do you like this place?" he asks, grabbing his phone and searching for the listing.

"I love it," I say, eating again."It spoke to me.Ithink it's a great investment too, in case I want to sell it at some point.It's a nice area with a great view, perfect for a single person or a couple."

I toss that at the end, not thinking much about it.

We haven't talked about ‘us' in those terms, asbeinga couple, let alone living together.

Ijustspent my first night at his place, so we're nowhere near talking about living together.

"So you want this place."

"I sure do, but I don't think I can get it."

"Can you pay more?"

"It's already more…"

I pause.

"I can pay more. Yes. But I don't want to get caught in a bidding war that will backfire in the end."

He sets his phone down, collects his plate of food, and slides into his seat next to me.

We eatin silencefor the next few moments before he brings his water from the fridge. I'm finallyfull.

"Dessert?" he asks, glancing at the pie and the cake in the fridge.

"No, thank you."

He closes the refrigerator and heads back to his seat, yet stops behind me and sets his hands on the counter on either side of me, his lips in the back of my hair.

"What about I help you get that place?" he murmurs, and I glance at him over my shoulder.

He straightens, a smile tugging at his lips.

"How?" I murmur. "Would it be by doing something illegal?"

He breathes a laugh.

"No. I happen to know the owner."

I shift in my seat to take a better look at him.

"Really? Just like that?"

He tips his chin down.

"I know several landlords on that street, and that particular one also has properties in Queens and Long Island."

I look at him suspiciously while he reclaims his seat next to me. I twist in my chair to see him.

"You're not thinking about blackmailing that person, are you?"

Laughing, he brings his coffee to his lips.

"I take offense to that. I'm not a mobster."

"Yet."

He laughs copiously.

"It's not funny," I say.

"It's not real either. I'm not a mobster."

"Marco Costa is."

"Used to be."

Right.

"This is not the seventies or the eighties, babe. You know they wiped them out. And yeah… Some people run illegitimate businesses, but that's not us."

"Mm-hmm… So how are you going to get my offer approved?"

"They owe me a favor."

Oh… I don't want to know. He holds my eyes while I search his gaze.

"Don't worry. I'll only give it a try. See if it works."

"What if I don't want you to interfere?"

"Why wouldn't you want me to interfere?"

"What if things don't work between us? I get the apartment, and then you become resentful?"

He cracks a smile.

"Is that how you know me?"

"No. But you never know with people. They change all the time."

His eyes slide down as I struggle to keep my towel around my body.

"I'm not the resentful type," he says, bringing his fingers to my towel and untucking it instead of helping me to secure it. "You get your place. And I'm happy if you're happy," he says, with a lustful lookon his face.

"Is that so?" I toss at him, no longer focused on the topic.

When his fingers trail over my collarbones and lower, below my navel, goosebumps rise in their wake.

"So you're making me happy…" I murmur as he leans closer to me and leaves a soft kiss on my neck.

"Mm-hmm," he says. "Turn around. I'll show you how happy I can make you."

He straightens while I set my hands on the counter, my back pressed into his chest. And he brings his hand to the root of my neck, sliding the barstool to the side.

"Perfect," he says, kneading my breasts and moving my hair to the front so he can draw a trail of kisses down my spine.

I'm sure he wasn't serious about the apartment. I think it was a tease to get me here. And frankly, I don't care. I can live without that apartment.

All I want right now is him.

His lips, his heat, his soul.

"Give me a second," he says before removing his clothes.

Jeans and boxers.

A wall of muscles grows behind me as he presses his frame into me.

"I'll fuck you slowly," he murmurs.

His heavy erection stirs against my lower back before he angles my hips and pushes his erection in.

The sensation is amazing.

With him inside me, moving slowly, his hands cupping and squeezing my boobs, his teeth grazing my shoulder, and goosebumps on my skin, it's a matter of seconds before every nerve ending in my body pulses with pleasure.

A sweet sensation of abandon makes me leanforwardand prop my head onto my arms while he grabs the back of my hair, makes me arch my spine, and enters me at an angle that earnestly rubs my most sensitive spot inside.

The sensation thickens, fueling the pleasure between my legs.

"I love this…" I murmur, and he thrusts deeper, faster.

"I do, too," he says in a hoarse voice, indicating how serious this is for him.

"I want to see you," I say, and he stops for a few seconds, pulsing inside me, before leaving my body, nudging me around, kicking the barstool back in place so I can lean on it, lifting my thigh to his hip and entering me again.

My arms are locked around his neck, my eyes pinned on his mouth.

He lowers his head to claim my lips, entering me at the same time.

"I love this even more," I say.

Leaving bite marks on my neck, he drives his hard-on into me. My head falls back, my arms stretched outover the edge of the counter.

His touch gets harsher, like his thrusts.

I touch his hair before running my nails down his back, one word on my lips.

"Harder… Do it even harder."

And harder he moves.

When he lifts his eyes to me, they're unfocused with lust, almost bloodshot, and his lips quiver with hunger.

A fleeting smile vanishes from his face before he takes my mouth, bites my lips, and lodges his hand into the back of my hair.

"I love it…" I say, panting. "I love…" I murmur and stop.

"I love it too," he says, taking me all the way.