Leather & Lace: A Sons of Anarchy Fanfic

Chapter 3

Tinsley went into the bathroom of Jax's apartment to clean up, smoking a cigarette as she went. Her hair was a mess. Since the bun had been messed up in whatever that was with Jax, she just decided to take it down. As she finger combed her hair, she studied her reflection in the mirror. Her lips were swollen from the kissing. Her chest had a slight beard burn. And her eyes, well they were the eyes of a woman who looked like she had just been thoroughly fucked.

"Yep, I'll be dragging Bob out of his packaging tonight" she through to herself.

Before exiting the apartment, she found a piece of paper and scribbled her phone number down on it. She left the paper on the desk and walked out of the apartment.

When she walked out into the main room of the club house, the only person who seemed to be around was Half Sack. Tinsley wonder how someone got a nickname like that. She would have to ask Willow if she knew how he got that nickname. Half Sack was wiping down the bar.

"Get you anything hun" he asked?

"No, I'm good. I'm just going to head out" replied Tinsley.

And with that, she walked out of the club house. As she was walking out of the lot, everything that had just happened with Jax started to replay in her mind. She started to feel regret for the things that had happened. Not that she didn't enjoy them, because she did. God knows she did. But she felt like she used.

Walking back to her apartment from TM would give her the time to maybe clear her head. It was a good 3 miles.

"Maybe this will burn off that energy" she thought to herself. The air had started to cool. When she made it back to her apartment, she went straight into the bathroom, dropping her purse on the floor beside her bed. She turned the tub on and threw in a bath bomb. The smell of vanilla filled the bathroom. As Tinsley waited for the tub to fill, she removed her makeup and washed her face. Then she threw her hair up in a messy bun, undressed and slipped into the tub. Reclining back in the tub, she closed her eyes and all thoughts immediately went back to Jax and his apartment. She wondered how things had gotten that far so quick. She wasn't the type to sleep with a man she had just met but at the very moment, that's exactly what she wanted. She wanted to have sex with Jax Teller. Hot, dirty, mind blowing sex. The kind of sex that's read about in romance novels. She had felt him through his jeans when he was lying across her and she knew that she was hung like damn horse. Just thinking about his size had her ready to jump him again.

Leaning back in the tub, she took her left breast in her hand and started to gently massage it. She twisted the nipple ever so slightly. She continued on to the next one, doing the same thing. Her nipples were so sensitive that the feel of the water was enough to make them harden even more. She didn't know that she had ever been so turned on in her life. She slowly slid her hand down into the water and found her clit. She gently began massaging in tiny circles. It didn't take long before she was on the edge. But she wanted more. She wanted to be filled. Climbing out of the tub and without even drying off, she went to her bedside table and grabbed Bob out of the top drawer. When Willow had brought it for her, Tinsley had been scared to death of the thing. It's size alone scared her.

Lying down on the bed, she grabbed Bob and turned it on. It began to vibrate. She slowly eased it towards her folds. When she got to her clit, her hips bucked up off the bed. She was turned on more than she could ever remember. She slipped it further until she found her entrance. Slowly, she started to push Bob in, inch my inch. In... out. In.... out. Before she knew it, she had it all the way in. The 12 inch vibrator hummed along. On a particular inward thrust, she hit a spot that almost made her come. She continued the pace, all thoughts on Jax. She imagined Bob was Jax's dick. She imagined it was his hand that was still massaging her breast. With 3 more thrust from Bob, Tinsley came, screaming.