"No. You don't." She stated, her anger getting the best of her, she slams the door at his face. Immature but she didn't really care right now.
He bangs again, at her door. Harder this time.
"Open the door,Roxanne !" Jax roars, through the wood.
She places her back against it. Feeling the thumping of his hand, it vibrates through her. She closes her eyes. "I hate you, Jax."
The thumping stops, he places his hands flat against the door, closing his eyes as well. "No you don't, Roxanne."
She bites her lip, compelling herself not to cry. She knew he was right. She was starting to like Jax a lot. The pain of this ache that was set in her heart was heavy and nauseous. It broke her. Fuck, why did it had to hurt so much ?
"Open the door, let me in." His voice was muffled through the door, but it gave so much of thrill that he kept chasing her. Kept coming after her.
However, she remembered the conversation that led to this, "Why should I ?"
"Because you want to."
She didn't answer because she knew he was right but that didn't mean she was going to let him mess with her actions. He might have messed around in her head but her actions were hers and hers only.
She walked away from that door, and metaphorically, him and went into the bathroom for a quick shower. After she came out, her body dripping with droplets of water, she was covered with a towel.
As she started to dry herself with it, she screeched when she saw Jax lying down on her bed with hands behind his head, and legs stretched out, crossing at the ankles. He looked godly.
"Wha-what are you doing here ?" She placed her towel tightly against her. Fuck.
"Just hanging around." He smirks at her.
"Hanging around ? You daft asshole, how did you get in ?" She was shaking with anger and anticipation, for some reason.
"Woah, daft asshole. That just hurts,
sweetheart." He didn't look hurt one bit.
"How. Did. You. Get. In ?"
"A magician never reveals his secrets." She gives him an incredulous look at that.
"Get out." She barks, moving into her closet, for a change of clothes. Before she could put in her silk bottoms and slip, she feels a presence behind him.
"Oh god. You are a English professor, how hard is it for you to understand the English language. I said Get-"
He holds her now cold body, with his warm hands. The contact sends a electric shiver down her spin as she jolts at his touch.
He whispers from behind, touching the shell of her sensitive ears, "I understand the English language, for your information. I just don't listen to it because I end up doing whatever the fuck I feel like doing. You should try it sometime but for now, let's do things my way."
He places heavy kisses down the side of her neck, he bites as he goes down, making sure he leaves a mark.
Roxanne leans against him, her neck moving to give him more access. She tries not to make a sound but her breaths keep giving out how much she loved the kisses.
His fingers start to move down her collar bones. Playing along her skin, it jumps at every touch. He grabs a hold of her breasts, he weighs it in his palms, enjoying the feel of it.
Jax looks down at her form from behind, she was trembling.
"Why am I not stopping you ?" She whispers out.
He squeezes each of them, giving out his answer, "Because you-love it." Pinching both of her nipples at the same time, gaining a shriek out of her. She clenches to stop the ache or relive it, anything. However, she knew it only grew worse.
He slides down his hand, pressing his palm against her flat stomach, the ache gains speed and she knew she was ready to cum.
"So fast, Roxanne... naughty girl." He chuckles, maliciously.
How did he know ? Roxanne bit her lips and had to remind herself that this was not his first rodeo trip to her pussy.
He cups her pussy, hot and heavy. He feels the heat travel from her snatch, making them wet and moist. He rubs it on her outer lips.
She unconsciously, spreads her thighs apart.
"Yes, Jax."
She could feel him smile behind her. She knew what she was doing but she also knew she had to cum right then and there or she would truly die tonight. She could deal with her heart later. Body needs must come first.
He places his middle finger, directly on to the clit. His other fingers were stretching her out, so that her bud just stood out there, helpless and exposed.
He rubbed his finger down the little clit. She felt her hips move. She looked down to see what he was doing and felt a wash of sexual relief fall over her.
"You like watching my finger rub you."
"Fuck yeah."
"Do you like it, when I pinch it ?" He pinches it, with his thumb and forefinger, tightly.
"Ahhhhh....Jax. Just make me come." He body was now shining with sweat. They hadn't moved an inch. Just two adults. In a girl's closet. Enjoying something so carnal, they should be called animals.
"Not so fast. I'm going to make you suffer this." He releases her bud and the pangs of disappointment of not receiving an orgasm washed over Roxanne. She felt angry and frustrated.
She turned around, her towel already dropped. She was naked. Again. Yet she didn't care. Something about not getting what she wanted swung by her wrong side. She needed what she needed and that's all that matters.
"Jax ! If you have come here to play, then I guess you didn't get the memo. I'm not in the mood for your trivial games. Please leave."
His eyes didn't once reach hers, because he was too busy staring at her body.
God, her body. Her tits jiggled when she spoke, her pussy, in the light from her bedroom, showed the wet trail down her legs. He knew he was going to play whether she liked it or not.
"The trouble is, my dear Roxanne, is this trivial game I play is not for you to enjoy. I told you I want you and only you."
He comes towards her, catching her and throwing her over his shoulder.
"Fuck you! Put me down, Jax! Now!"
She thumped at his back, hard but he didn't put her down.
He reached her dinning room, placing her on her table. He walked around the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. He was so busy collecting items that Roxanne tried to make a run for it.
However, she heard him say, "Try doing that. No orgasm for you the whole day."
So, she stayed put.
He had already shown her, how it would feel to not cum, she was clearly debating a huge thing here. Yeah, I'm going to stay put on my table, she thought to herself.
After rummaging in her fridge, he came to her, standing across, holding a butter knife with a jar of strawberry jelly.
Naked and ready for the orgasm he served, best.
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An Illicit Liaison
Romance"I don't think this would be appropriate, Sir." Roxanne trembles under his tight hold. "I know that." His quiet grave voice caught her squeezing her sex. His calloused hand was unsteadily moving down her body as if he wanted to feel all of her at on...
