Reckless (Renegades 1)

He used the leverage of his knee on the sofa for strength, his other leg for balance, and pushed up and in, up and in, hard, deep. Lexi arched, threw her head back, and cried out.

“Please… Fuck…,” she pleaded. “More. ”

Instead of giving her more, Jax pulled slowly from her fist-like grip. The release seemed to allow blood to rush into his cock, and an unexpected wave of ecstasy plowed through his body. He used his knee to push Lexi’s wider. Reentered her body with quick shallow thrusts until she growled out, “Please…”

Then he put power into his legs and drove into her hard, fast and deep, over and over, keeping his mind averted from the orgasm rushing at him.

Lexi rose fast, her body rigid. Pleasure drifted from her throat in a desperate sound. Then cut out as she hit the peak. A monster orgasm. Her muscles contracted, and her body went rigid, jerked, and shivered. But it didn’t end there. The orgasm went on and on, racking her body with wave after wave of tremors.

Jax stilled and let the pleasure wash over her as he caught his breath. Her walls finally loosened, giving his cock a break from the relentless hold. He rested his cheek on her back. The chaotic beat of her heart in his ear made him smile. Made him yearn.

He turned his mouth to her skin. Kissed a path up her spine. Pressed both hands to the sofa flanking hers and scraped his teeth over her shoulder.

“One more, baby?” he asked between pants. “Can you give me one more?”

“Jesus…”

Jax pulled her hair to the side, pressed his mouth to her neck, and started moving. She whimpered but rocked with him. Her forehead dropped against the sofa, her fingers clutching and releasing the cushions. He wouldn’t have to wait long.

Jax’s world narrowed to the overwhelming pleasure building within his body, to the way Lexi moved against him, the sounds of pleasure she made, the taste of her skin. He wished he could make this last and last. She was delicious. Completely, radically luscious.

And he wanted more. More than just sex, more than just tonight.

Dammit, she’d gotten under his skin. Something basic and primal expanded inside him. Sweat slicked his chest, back, arms. His body shook with the growing need for release.

He pressed his chest to her back, whispered, “See me in LA, baby. This is too good for one night. ”

“Beyond good,” she agreed.

“You’ll see me in LA?” he pressed, needing the words. The promise.

“Jax…I can’t…”

Frustration sang through his limbs. Her earlier words came back around and hit him hard. He mi

ght be perfect for her fantasies, but he wasn’t good enough to be included in her real life. No matter how perfectly they fit, or how much pleasure he brought her, it wouldn’t be enough. He wouldn’t be enough. The story of his life. The old, ugly disappointment melded with the dark thread of anonymous lust and raged through his body.

He slid his hand up her back beneath his jacket, gripped her neck, and added pressure until her chest pressed against the cushions and her ass angled higher into the air. Holding her against the sofa with one hand, he slid the other into her hair—the long, silky strands mirroring the long, silky length of her pussy. On every full, slow thrust, Jax fisted her hair, reveling in her sounds of deep, dark pleasure.

“Oh, so good. ” Her voice had grown tight, the thrusts of her hips back and into his harder. “So fucking good… Jax—”

Her pussy closed down on his cock like a fist, squeezing and convulsing, breaking Jax’s control. Lexi’s cries of pleasure filled his head, and he let go. Let his own orgasm slam through him—pure bliss bursting in his balls, blasting his cock, and radiating down his legs, up his chest. His brain shut down. No thought passed, only sensation. Waves of deep, staggering sensation he never wanted to stop. That was when another orgasm hit Lexi, and she pumped him with that velvet pussy, jerking what he could swear was another mini-orgasm out of him.

He used his arm against the sofa to keep them both upright. He’d never been able to attain that mythical multiple male orgasm. Had always believed it was an urban legend. But now…

Lexi’s legs shook. She bent her knees and sank down until her thighs touched her calves. Jax’s cock slid out of her slick heaven, but he kept his forehead on her shoulder and balanced on the sofa as they both drew quick, jagged breaths.

“Shit,” she murmured. “You’re so…intense. ”

He couldn’t think anymore, and all he wanted to do was float in this sweet euphoria longer, and he wished he could see her now, all flushed and sated. His anger over her rejecting his request to see her in LA dimmed to distant frustration.

Jax scratched his fingers down her spine lightly, and she sighed. The sound made his mouth quirk in a smile. And while he’d never been a touchy-feely kind of guy after sex, all he wanted to do with Lexi was hold her close, feel her body fit to the length of his. He wanted to taste her, smell her, feel her.

He eased to his feet and used the arm around her waist to lift her from the sofa. She was light and languid, and he set her on her feet, then turned her to face him. Lexi automatically wound her arms around his neck and Jax lifted her, allowing her to wrap her legs around his hips. She turned her head and put her cheek on his shoulder. And sighed again.

His chest squeezed hard, and Jax tried to shake it off like he would a hard fall on the job. He carried her into the bedroom, pulled back the covers, and leaned over to lay her down. But she held on to his neck.

“Lie with me,” she murmured, soft and sleepy, then kissed him.