seeing my loser sibling's fat cock for the first time, and charging them allowance to jerk off to my panties. then, spending their money on miniskirts and oiling up my ass around the house so they never have to stop paying me!
The air in your bedroom is thick with the scent of sex and marijuana smoke. The window is cracked just enough to let the cool night breeze slip in. Jax is lying on his back, one arm slung over his face. His chest rises and falls in the dim light of your bedroom. Youâre curled on your side, head propped on your hand, just watching him.
This is usually the part where one of you leaves.
Itâs just the way things are. He never stays, you never ask him to, and vice versa.Â
But so far, he hasnât moved.
His jeans are still on the floor, his kutte is draped over the back of the chair in the corner, but he hasnât reached for either yet. Instead, heâs just⊠lying there, his body loose and unguarded in a way youâre not used to.
You shift slightly, dragging the sheet higher over your bare skin. âYou good?â
His arm lowers just enough for his eyes to meet yours, heavy-lidded and unreadable. You take him inâ the sharp cut of his jaw, the way his stubble frames the faint smirk that doesn't fully settle on his face. There's a moment of hesitation before he quietly says, âYeah.â
Thatâs it. No explanation, no excuse for why heâs still here.
You nod, settling back against your pillow, pretending this doesnât feel different. Pretending your heart isnât skipping at the idea of him staying, even for just a little longer.Â
A few minutes pass in silence, the kind that isnât awkward, just comfortable. Jax exhales deeply, rolling onto his side, propping his head up on his hand to face you. His other hand reaches out, his rough fingers tracing a slow path along your arm.
Itâs not entirely sexual, just softer, something neither of you have ever really done before.
You swallow, your gaze locked on his. His stormy blue eyes hold something you canât quite pinpoint. Thereâs a flicker of hesitation, something caught between want and uncertainty, like heâs not sure if he should be here, but he doesnât want to leave either.
âDidnât take you for the type to linger.â You murmur, chewing on your bottom lip, immediately regretting opening your mouth and potentially ruining the entire moment.Â
He huffs out a quiet laugh, but thereâs no real amusement in it. His fingers keep moving, light and tender. âGuess I donât feel like leaving yet.â
The admission sits heavy between you. Jax searches your face like heâs waiting for you to tell him to go. But you donât.
âOkay,â you assure him, a lazy smile gracing your lips.Â
Eventually, his hand stills, his fingers lingering just a moment before he lays on his back again. His eyes shift toward the ceiling, his expression indiscernible, like heâs sorting through thoughts heâll never say out loud.
You try to make whatever decision heâs grappling with a little easier by embracing the fact that he hasnât left yetâ something that, to your own surprise, youâre completely okay with.
You mold against him, the soft curves of your body pressing into the hard planes of his, draping the plushness of your thighs over him as you nuzzle closer. His arm wraps around you, his body relaxing against yoursâ like maybe he needed the silent reassurance that itâs okay, that this is okay. His lips brush over the top of your head, and he pulls you in even closer.
Your fingers trace along the ridges of old scars that are etched into his abdomen. You donât ask where they came from, already knowing enough about his life to understand that each one carries a reminder of unsaid choices.
Your palm smooths over a particularly deep scar near his ribs, your thumb grazing over the raised skin in slow strokes. His breathing hitches for just a moment before settling, and then you feel it, the silent acceptanceâ the way he lets you in without any words.
For however long, you just exist together, finding an unexpected comfort in something that neither of you has tried to make sense of.Â
Jax is awake before the sun, dim light from the early morning barely filtering through your blinds. The warmth of your body is a quiet comfort, your breath steady and soft against his forearm.
And fuck, the way youâre nestled against him is already doing things to him.
His arm is draped lazily over your waist, fingers resting just above your navel. Your back is pressed flush to his chestâ your plump, naked ass tucked right against his morning arousal. You fit beside him so perfectly it almost feels intentional.
His cock twitches at the contact, a slow throb of heat spreading through him. He lets out a breath, his lips brushing against the crook of your neck, and when you donât stir, he lets himself indulge a little.
Jax presses a lingering kiss to your shoulder, breathing you in, his stubble scraping lightly against your skin. His hand moves, tracing lazy patterns along your stomach before sliding down, fingers grazing your thick hip, then lower, over the curve of your ass.
You shift slightly, a sleepy little sigh escaping you, but youâre still lost in sleep.
Jax smirks against your skin, tilting his hips just enough to drag his cock along the crease of your ass, teasing himself more than you. His fingers trail between your thighs, skimming your dimpled skin, not quite touching where you need him, but enough to make you stir again.
A soft, breathy sound slips from you, your body instinctively pressing back into him.
His smirk spreads into a wide grin, his breath feathery against your ear, goosebumps rising across your skin. âMorninâ, darlinâ.â
You hum, still half-asleep, but the shift in your breathing tells him youâre waking up now. He keeps his touches light, his kisses are unhurried, his fingers caressing between your thighs.
He feels it the moment you start to give in. The way your hips shift, how your thighs part slightly, your body already anticipating him.
Jax groans, his hand sliding between your legs, fingers grazing your slick heat. âFuck,â he mutters, his cock jolting against you. âAlready wet for me?â
Your only answer is another soft sigh, your body pressing closerâ inviting him in.
Jax presses the tip of his cock against your entrance, teasing you with it before sinking in, slowly filling you inch by inch. His forehead rests against your shoulder, his breath ragged against your skin as he bottoms out.
You let out a shaky breath, your fingers gripping the sheets as he holds himself there, savoring the way you clench around him, warm and snug.
Jax groans, pulling out just enough before pushing back in. His movements are measured, dragging out the sensation, making you feel every thick inch of him. The slow pace is intoxicatingâ each deep, unhurried thrust sending waves of pleasure through you, leaving you aching for more.
His arm tightens around your waist, making sure thereâs no space between you. His lips never leave your skin, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and neck. His breath is ragged as he savors the way your body responds to him, how you let him take his time with you.
He keeps it unhurried, his arousal heightened by the consistent moans that slip from you while he moves inside you. His hand slides up, cupping your breast, rolling your nipple between his fingers as he sets a lazy rhythm. He feels every reactionâ the way your back arches, the way your body tightens around him, the way you crave him.
âYou like that?â he rasps against your jaw, his voice still husky from sleep.
You donât answer with words. Instead, your hand covers his, guiding his grip tighter around your breast, silently urging him on, letting your body tell him exactly how much you do.
Jax curses under his breath, his grip on your breast tightening, giving you exactly what youâre asking for. Then, his hand begins to slide down, his fingertips dragging over the soft swell of your stomach. The heat of his palm leaves a burning trail in its wake as he moves lower.Â
When his fingers finally slip between your thighs, you gasp, your breath hitching as he finds your clit. He strokes it in gradual, teasing circlesâ his touch light and agonizing.
His fingers press down just enough to send an another shot of pleasure rippling through you, heat spreading through your limbs. Your breathing grows uneven, your pussy tightening around him with each thrust, his touch keeping you on the brink.Â
Your hips begin to move more frantic, more desperate, grinding against him with an urgency you canât control, chasing the release that feels just out of reach. You need him to push you over.
âFuck, thatâs it,â he breathes out. âKeep doinâ that, grind on me just like that.â
You whimper, rolling your hips, feeling the delicious friction of his cock hitting that perfect spot. The movement rips a groan from his throat, holding you firm as he thrusts deeper, making sure you feel every drag of his thick, throbbing length.
His fingers press firmly against your clit, his low grunts hot against your neck as the pressure builds, pushing you closer. It's maddeningâ just enough to keep you on edge, to make your pussy flutter around his cock.
His voice is nothing but a rough whisper against your skin, âFeels so fuckinâ good, huh?â
You canât speak, canât form a single coherent thought. All you do is moan, letting him take what he wants while your noises beg him to give you what you need.Â
âCome for me, sweetheart,â he whispers, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his voice filled with needâ the command sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers never stop their torturous pace against your clit, until his words give you the final nudge that sends you spiraling.
Your body clenches as your orgasm crashes over you in waves, spreading outward, leaving your entire body trembling. Needy, breathless moans of his name tumble from your lips as your walls convulse around him.
The pleasure is overwhelming, your nails dig into his arm thatâs wrapped around you as you fall completely apart with him buried so deep inside you.
Jax groans, low and absolutely wrecked, his hips stuttering as he feels you come undone around him. âFuck,â he grits out, his grip on you tighteningâ your body milking him, dragging him toward his own breaking point.
The way you tighten around him, pussy soaked and perfect, has him thrusting into you a little harder, his pace turning more frantic. His breath is ragged against your shoulder, his lips still pressed to your flush skin as he groans your name. His grip on your hip is firm, but as the pleasure builds, his hand moves, searchingâ reaching for something more.
Without hesitation, you meet him halfway, your fingers sliding into his, intertwining and then gripping him just as tightly. Itâs instinctive, but the moment your hands lock together, a spark ignitesâ new and unfamiliar.
This isnât just sex.
Itâs intimate. Deeper than just the way heâs buried inside you, itâs the way he movesâ purposeful and consuming.
His body tenses, muscles tight, sweat glistening on both of you as his release crashes over him. âFuck, darlinâ,â he groans, plunging himself in your sensitive cunt. His cock throbs, pulsing as he spills inside you, warmth spreading as he empties himself with a shuddered exhale.
His thrusts slow, his damp forehead pressing to your shoulder. Your breaths are heavyâ bodies still slick and tangled. Even as the aftershocks fade, his grip on your hand doesnât loosen.Â
Jax stays wrapped around you, his body still flush against yours, his breath steadying as the glow of the morning creeps into your bedroom.
You sigh, satisfied, your body still humming from the aftermath of him, the intimacy of it all hanging between you. He presses a lazy, lingering kiss to your shoulder, his stubble scratching delicately against your skin before he rests his head there.
For a while, neither of you speak. The silence is comfortable. Easy. Filled with something neither of you is willing to define but both undeniably feel.
Then, with a smirk you can hear in his voice, Jax finally breaks it.
âYa know,â he muses, shifting just enough to nuzzle his nose against your neck, âif wakinâ up like this is what happens when I stick around, I might have to spend the night more often.â
You scoff a quiet, amused laugh, tilting your head slightly to look at him over your shoulder. âOh yeah?â you challenge, arching a playful brow. âYou sure you can handle that? Wouldnât want this accidentally turning into a thing.â
Jax grins, his fingers giving the generous curve of your hip a light squeeze. âShit, babe,â he drawls, pressing another lazy kiss to your skin, âI think we passed that point the second I didnât sneak out.â
You roll your eyes, but thereâs no hiding the smile tugging at your lips as you settle back against him, blissed out and content, letting the comfort of him sink into you.
Neither of you say it out loud, but the thought lingers between you.
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