Jax teller smut 🩷
This might suck I don't really do this I just wanted to try please enjoy
Out of Bounds
The heavy wooden door to Jax’s office at the Teller-Morrow clubhouse clicked shut, cutting off the low rumble of motorcycles idling in the lot outside and the distant, muffled laughter from the main bar.
Jax was standing by his desk, leaning back against the edge with a thick stack of ledger papers in his hand. His blonde hair was slightly messy, a few strands falling over his forehead, and his dark eyes looked worn from a long afternoon of club politics. He looked up as you walked in, his brow furrowing slightly in quiet concern, ready to ask what you needed.
You didn't give him the chance to speak.
You crossed the small room in three quick strides, grabbed him by the leather lapels of his kutte, and yanked him down into a hard, sudden kiss.
Jax let out a sharp, surprised grunt against your lips, his fingers instinctively dropping the papers onto the desk. He melted into it instantly out of habit, his hands coming up to rest on your waist, expecting a quick, sweet reassurance before you let him get back to work.
Instead, your hand slid straight down his chest, past his belt buckle, and gripped him hard right through his worn denim.
Jax’s entire frame went completely rigid.
A choked, breathless gasp hitched in his throat, followed immediately by a low, guttural growl that rumbled from the very depths of his chest. His eyes snapped open, completely blown out and dark with an instant, blinding surge of heat. The sheer audacity of the move in the middle of a workday, right inside the clubhouse, completely shattered his usual cool, calculated composure.
Before you could pull your hand back to make a coy exit, Jax’s large, calloused hand shot out like a trap, locking like an iron vise around your wrist.
"The hell do you think you're doing?" Jax rasped, his gravelly voice dropping an octave into a dangerous, ruined register.
He didn't let you go. Instead, he yanked your wrist upward, pulling your front flush against his chest so hard the air left your lungs. In one fluid, powerful move, he spun you around and slammed your back flat against the heavy wooden door, pinning you there with the full weight of his body.
His dark eyes were fixed on yours, his chest heaving as his large, heavy thigh slid firmly between your legs, pressing hard against your center and making you let out a breathless moan.
"You don't just grab me like that and try to walk out, darlin'," Jax growled against your lips, his hot breath fanning over your skin. His hands moved with a fierce, possessive urgency, sliding under the hem of your shirt to dig his fingers into your waist, pulling you so tight against his hardening length that there wasn't a single inch of air between you. "Not in my house."
He slammed his mouth back down on yours, but the innocence was completely gone.
The kiss was deep, wet, and punishingly heavy. His tongue invaded your mouth with an aggressive, hungry rhythm, completely claiming you while his hands hitched your thighs up around his hips. You held onto his broad shoulders for dear life, your fingers tangling into his hair as the raw, high-stakes adrenaline of getting caught just outside the office door sent a massive, heavy wave of heat flooding through your lower body.
"Jax—someone's outside," you gasped softly into the crook of his neck as he dragged his lips down your jawline, his teeth nipping possessively at your pulse point.
"Let 'em listen," Jax growled, his voice completely thick and ruined with pure arousal. He reached down, his rough, warm hand hooking under your underwear and shoving the fabric aside, his long fingers finding your soaking slickness without a single second of hesitation.
A sharp sob of pure pleasure tore from your throat as he pushed two fingers deep inside you, his thumb finding your center and working it in a hard, ruthless cadence that had your hips bucking helplessly against his hand.
"Look at you," Jax choked out, his throat bobbing hard as he watched your face unravel under him. His dark eyes were burning with a fiercely territorial pride. "So fucking wet for me just from pushing my buttons. You wanted a reaction, baby? You got it."
He didn't waste another second. Jax unbuckled his belt with one hand, kicking his jeans down just enough to free his hard, thick length. He lifted you higher against the door, anchoring your weight effortlessly with one arm around your lower back, and drove himself full-length into you in one deep, agonizingly thorough thrust.
The impact made the heavy wooden door creak loudly against its frame, but Jax didn't care. He locked his jaw, his muscles straining as he established a deep, relentless rhythm, his hips slamming into yours with a fierce, rhythmic intensity that turned your quiet gasps into muffled, breathless cries against his shoulder.
Every time he thrust into you, his leather vest rubbed against your bare skin, reminding you exactly who you belonged to. He held you pinned to the door, taking you with a raw, unyielding devotion until both of your bodies were slick with sweat, completely consumed by the sudden fire you had ignited.
