The Pull | Jax Teller

Capybara

The sound of rhythmic thumping and the sound of a mattress squeaking filled Jax's dorm room.

Jax was crowded over her, fucking her into the mattress, and in the back of her mind, Delilah was unsure of how they got there.

After an exhausting day at Cara Cara, Delilah had made the journey to the clubhouse to see Jax. She didn't feel like cooking and wanted to know if he was up for dinner somewhere. Her uncle had decided he wanted to keep Abel overnight. She was beginning to suspect that in the long run, she may not need Neeta. She also could admit she missed seeing her baby boy. Yet, she wasn't going to deny her uncle for all intents and purposes thriving in the role as grandpa.

She found Jax surrounded by Bobby and Chibs and the place was busy with a few hangarounds. She was in the middle of telling him about her hopeful dinner plans. However, she noticed her old man's eyes were glued to the cut in her V-neck. When he had stood up and grabbed her hand, she didn't think of it when he had quickly led her back to the dorm room.

But now, a half-hour later, as they started on round two, she knew this was all just a show of ownership for Jax.

Since giving birth to Abel and her medical clearance, her confidence hadn't been the best, if anything it had been low. She can say being around skinny porn stars did weigh on her confidence.

However, today she had tried on some jeans of hers pre-pregnancy and she had practically done cartwheels as they fit with no muffin top. Her shirts were a little snug considering she was pumping, but she didn't care about that.

She surmised that Jax liked her in her former jeans and probably a few of the hangarounds too, which led to her finding herself being plowed by Jax in the dorm room.

She keened into the curve of his neck as her fingers raked across his shoulders before coming down to squeeze his ass roughly.

Jax chuckled in her neck and his breath fanned across her jaw and throat, his lips latching onto her collarbone. The small movement had her back arching and toes curling.

"Like that, darlin'," he murmured. Delilah groaned as he sucked a hickey onto her neck. She gripped him tighter as he found that sweet spot inside her that had her falling apart.

"Oh god," she moaned as her nails dug into his skin as their hips grinded against each other.

No space was left between them. Jax's face was buried in her neck, lips brushing against her skin causing more whines and gasps from her. Overwhelmed by the outlaw's roll of hips, his hot breath, his body crowding her, all it took for her to roll over the edge was his thumb coming down between them and rubbing her clit.

"Jax, I –" Delilah was cut off by her own orgasm. Her vision went blank as her back arched off the mattress.

Jax grinned smugly as he felt her walls pulsing around him and it pulled him into his own abyss of pleasure. He went still, buried himself deep, and emptied into her warmth.

Both are worn out. Jax fell back onto the mattress as she nuzzled into his side.

"I've missed this," she told him truthfully. Not to say they haven't been intimate with a baby, they have begun to master the art of quiet lovemaking, but they haven't gotten this lost - passionate - in a while.

"Well, I aim to please," Jax told her breathlessly as he tried to catch his breath.

. . .

After a quick shower, that took longer than needed, as Jax had joined her. It's late by the time Delilah got ready to leave the clubhouse. Jax agreed to pick them up something to eat on the way back home.