The Last Round - Chapter 2

Sutton’s POV

I place the last book on the shelf and step back, taking in the space that is now mine.

Ours.

Jaxon’s apartment-our apartment.

The reality of it settles deep in my chest, warmth spreading through me like a slow burn.

I never thought I’d be here. Living with him. Being his. Fully, completely, no hesitation.

A strong pair of arms wraps around my waist from behind, pulling me against a solid, familiar heat.

I shiver as warm lips press a slow, deliberate kiss to the side of my neck.

A deep, gravelly whisper follows the kiss, sending a delicious shiver down my spine.

“Welcome home, baby. ” I melt.

Jaxon’s hands move, one sliding up, wrapping loosely around my throat, his fingers a possessive weight.

The other drifts down, tracing over my stomach, slipping beneath the waistband of my shorts.

I whimper, my breath hitching as he slides his fingers lower, teasing the edge of my panties.

“Jax.” I whisper, my thighs clenching instinctively.

He smirks against my skin, his lips ghosting over my pulse.

“Already wet for me, baby?” His fingers dip inside, brushing over my pussy, rubbing slow, lazy circles against my clit.

I gasp, my knees buckling slightly. His grip tightens, keeping me upright, keeping me his. His mouth brushes against my ear, his voice low, dangerous.

“Come to bed with me.” It’s not a question.

It’s a command. I nod instantly. I don’t even get a chance to respond before he spins me in his arms, gripping my thighs.

I gasp as he lifts me, my arms snapping around his neck. He carries me like I weigh nothing, moving with effortless strength.

The second we step into our bedroom, I know I’m not getting any sleep tonight.

Jaxon throws me onto the bed, making me bounce slightly, a breathless laugh spilling from my lips.

It dies immediately when I see the look in his eyes.

Dark.

Hungry.

Desperate.

“Take your clothes off,” he orders.

I shiver, my body already obeying.

I slide my shorts down, followed by my panties, peeling my shirt off next.

Jaxon watches me like a predator.

He yanks his own shirt over his head, exposing his hard, tattooed chest.

I barely get a chance to appreciate the sight before he’s on me, pinning me to the mattress, his mouth devouring mine.

Hard.

Desperate.

Bruising.

I moan into the kiss, my fingers dragging down his chest, nails scratching over inked muscle.

He groans, grabbing my hands, pinning them above my head.

“You gonna be a good girl for me tonight, Sutton?” I whimper, nodding.

Jaxon leans down, his breath hot against my lips.

“Say it,” he growls.

“Yes, Jax,” I whisper.

“I’ll be good. I promise. ” His eyes darken, his grip tightening.

“Damn right, you will. ” He trails his mouth down my neck, sucking, biting, leaving marks.

I arch beneath him, whimpering, panting, desperate for more.

His hands move, sliding over my breasts, squeezing, rolling my nipples between his fingers.

I gasp, the sensation making my back arch, my body aching for him.

He moves lower, his lips closing around a sensitive bud, sucking it into his mouth.

I cry out, my hips bucking.

“Fuck, Jax. ” He grins against my skin.

“You like that, baby?”

“Yes. ” His other hand slides between my thighs, spreading me open.

“Let’s see how much you like this, then. ” Then-his mouth is on my pussy.

I scream his name, my fingers flying to his hair, tugging hard. Jaxon growls against me, his tongue flicking over my clit, sucking hard.

I thrash beneath him, pleasure slamming through me.

“That’s it, baby,” he groans.

“Fucking ride my face. ” I whimper, grinding against his tongue, lost in the feeling of his mouth.

His fingers push inside me, curling just right.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans.

“You dripping for me, baby?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“Yes, Jax. ” His tongue works faster, his fingers thrusting deeper, stretching me.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?” I nod frantically, my body already on the edge.

“Do it,” he orders, his voice wrecked.

“Cum for me. Let me taste it. ” I shatter.

My back arches, my thighs trembling as pleasure explodes through me.

Jaxon doesn’t stop.

He licks me through it, his fingers teasing me, milking every last drop.

By the time he pulls away, I’m panting, trembling, completely wrecked.

He flips me onto my stomach, dragging me onto my knees.

His cock nudges against my entrance, thick, hard, ready.

“You ready for me, baby?” I whimper, nodding.

He grips my hips, holding me still.

Then-he thrusts in deep.

I cry out, my fingers clenching the sheets.

“Fuck,” he groans, his hands gripping me harder.

“Your pussy is strangling my cock. ” I moan, pressing back against him.

Jaxon snaps his hips forward, fucking me deep, rough, raw.

“This what you need, baby?” he growls.

“Need me to fuck you like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp.

“God, yes!” His fingers find my clit again, rubbing fast, pushing me to the edge all over again.

“You gonna cum for me again, baby?” I nod frantically.

“Jax, I-oh God, I’m gonna-”

“Do it,” he growls.

“Cum on my cock. Now. ” I explode.

A scream rips from my throat, my body locking up as waves of pleasure crash over me.

Jaxon groans, his hips stuttering.

Then-he roars. He thrusts one last time, burying himself to the hilt.

We collapse together, sweaty, tangled, completely spent. His lips press soft kisses all over my face.

His voice is low, raw, wrecked.

“I love you so fucking much, Sutton,” he breathes.

“I’m gonna make you so fucking happy. ” I press a kiss to his jaw, smiling.

“I already am. ”

If only I knew how much of his words were a lie.