Touch

Smut Warning!!

Jax

I SQUINT MY EYES AS I TRY TO make out my surroundings. I've looked around the place twice, I was in a room but not mine, and it took about a minute or more before I was finally able to realise where I was, from a third glance around.

Imaani's bedroom.

I look down at my body and I notice I have no shirt on and there was a bandage on my bullet wound that had been stitched.

"Fuck!" I groan.

My thoughts start to fit into place and I try to think back to everything that happened yesterday and how I ended up at Imaani's house.

I place my feet on the floor, careful not to hurt my side.

I put an ear out to know if she's awake but I hear nothing. I head to the living room and see her lying uncomfortably on her couch with cleaning supplies at the foot of the couch.

I looked around the living room and placed together that this was where she stitched me up last night.

I'd have to send a cleaning crew over later today and get her a new carpet too.

Fucking Petrova!

This is all his fault, thinking he can double cross me. Shoot me and then get away with it.

I'm going to kill him, he can't betray me and get to live another day.

No one can.

I sit at the head of the couch, watching her sleep but I can't help the movement of my hand as it goes out to stroke her face gently. I watch the way her chest heaves slowly while breathing

Even asleep she still looks breathtaking.

I won't deny that she's a gorgeous woman.

She let out a small sound and she stirs in her sleep.

She looks so peaceful.

Peace, something my life and sanity crave but can't have.

Sleep does hide all of one's troubles. I look at her face and the way it relaxes.

I remember how well I slept last night in her bed. I randomly thought back to when last I slept so peacefully and undisturbed.

I look down at the bandage on my side to see if the injury had started bleeding, it was clear.

I make my way to her kitchen and made two cups of coffee and just like I guessed the scent of the brewing coffee got her up.

I stood at the head of the couch in front of her with both cups of coffee in my hand.

She stirs awake, yawns and then stretches. She raises her head to look at me "Oh shit, you're awake, you're meant to be resting though, right?"

she was still wearing her clothes from last night, and I could see specs of my blood on her dress and body.

Something inside of me stirred and I smiled.

"You look beautiful"

She looked down at her body and then back at me "Fuck you"

"We can arrange that after coffee" she glared at me

"Is all you ever think about sex?" She got up, took the coffee and made her way to the kitchen island

"When I'm around you, sure"

"I'm covered in your blood, and I smell like you" she sniffed herself "ew, I need a long shower."

I laughed "You look beautiful just the way you are" I let out with an intentionally low tone and I moved closer

She watched me come closer as she took a sip of her coffee.

She dropped the cup from her lips "With your blood on me?" she asks without taking her eyes off mine.

The way she is looking at me right now feels as if she is intentionally trying to torture me.

"Just the way I like it" I let out "And I remember vividly the promise you made last night" I was directly in front of her. I gazed down at her and watched the way her chest was heaving

Good.

"W-what promise?" Can you please put on a shirt" she stuttered

I smiled and ran my fingers across her face "You tore my shirt love, remember?"

This action is becoming a habit.

One I need to curb desperately.

"Shit! Well can you move, you're in my personal space" she moved back as if trying to find extra space on the counter or in the cabinets. I chuckled at her struggle

"Well, I remember I was promised a meal and I don't think my morning is complete till I have it. Or are you one to break promises, love?"

"No, I am not. Now can you move so I can get to it.?The food is not gonna make itself"

I laughed "It doesn't need to be cooked love if you ask me I like it the way it is" I leaned in closer to her ear as I saw her brows furrow from confusion "I'm talking about you, gorgeous. Now please get on the counter, I'd like to have my breakfast"

I'm so close to her I can feel her clothed breast moving against my chest due to her heavy breathing, I watch as her eyes go slightly wide when my hot breath fans her neck. With my mouth still close to her ears, I bring a finger up to her neck and trail it down to the opening in her dress revealing her cleavage.

This fucking dress is even hotter than the one she wore on our first date!

I feel the material, and smirk when I feel how soft it is under my fingers.

Her body is going to be the death of me.

"I need to shower and uhm change m-my dress" she clears her throat

"You can do that after, together"

I didn't care that she was covered in blood, or that she was still in last night's clothes.

Call me sick, but a part of me wanted to eat her out the way she was right now.

"You're crazy" she stated as if surprised I'd say something like that

"Nothing I've not heard before love. But we both know you like it, don't you? I trailed my fingers slowly on her arm as I spoke "that part of you that you've tried so hard to suppress and ignore. You can't deny it" I hold her gaze staring deep into her eyes "You're just as crazy as I am, Imaani, if not more, I'm pretty sure you're soaked right now. Tell me, love. How wet are you for me?

She bit her lip.

"Fuck! You need to let me know if you're stopping me now, baby. Do you want to do this?"

"Yes I do" she whispers, I almost didn't catch her words

"Good girl" I place my hands under her arms and lift her unto the counter "No hard feelings, but I dunno why I'd prefer if this dress doesn't exist," I tell her

She looked at me confused by my statement " what do you mean? It's a ni-"

I ripped it.

"What the fuck, Jax" she let out loudly

"It was in my way."

"Fuck you, you could have just taken it off, fucking hell that dress was not cheap at all!"

I have no idea why I tore the dress.

I do I just wasn't ready to accept it yet.

I ran my fingers through her cleavage feeling the softness of her skin under my fingers, moving up to cup her breasts.

A tiny moan pushed past her lips as she forgot the earlier ordeal with her dress

"I can make you forget that date you went on, which I'm sure was horrible. Just as can make you scream my name at the top of your lungs with just my tongue and fingers, or even better I can do both and make you cum repeatedly for my satisfaction." My voice was deep due to the determination surging through me.

I looked at her one more time, silently asking for permission again and on cue, as if the action was a normal way of communication for us, she nods and I immediately go between her legs, revealing her mound.

I wanted her to be hungry for my touch I wanted her desperately needy for me that's why I continued to tease her repeatedly and didn't even kiss her even though I was dying to.

We both hadn't brushed our teeth but at this point, I didn't give a damn about any of that.

I wanted one thing, and I was getting it.

I ran my fingers across her slit in a slow tortuous motion "You're fucking soaked for me, baby girl"

I pulled her closer to me by her neck and clamped down on her neck, sucking hard enough, while my fingers were still rubbing around her opening slowly.

"What do you want, gorgeous? Tell me what you want me to do to you"

"Please, fuck me with your fingers, please I need it" she let out desperately as she started to grind on my fingers slowly

I removed my lips from her neck and latched onto her hard nipple biting it softly and holding it between my teeth

"Jax please, go faster"

"You're so fucking desperate right now, begging for my fingers like a filthy slut, eyes on me love" She obeys "good girl"

I added one more finger into her as she cried out loudly, her nails were digging into my skin but I didn't mind the pain, I wanted it.

I continue to move my fingers in and out of her at a fast pace watching her face contort into one of pleasure.

"Fuck Jax!" She howled, but I kept going. The way her pussy was soaking my fingers up to my knuckles was driving me crazy.

"Look at you with my blood all over you, such a fucking filthy slut, moaning my name while I fuck you with my fingers"

It was a sight I wanted to be engraved in my mind for however long it could last.

"Yes! Just like that daddy, don't stop please.... oh my fucck!!!" I did as she said and kept going, sucking on her skin as I tried my best to focus on her nipples too, I noticed she liked when I did that.

I look at her face and notice her head rolled back and her eyes closed " Look at me love, don't make me fucking stop I know you're close. That's it look at how wet you are, soaking my fingers up with that tight wet cunt, tell me you want my mouth. Tell me how bad your soaking wet pussy wants daddy's mouth all over it" I held her gaze as I withdrew my now dripping fingers out of her and lightly slapped her pussy, sending shivers through her body.

"Please sir, I want your mouth, please fuck me with your tongue" she begged and tried to move her fingers down to the space between her legs so she could ease the pleasure.

I held her hands down on her stomach and went on my knees between her legs.

I focused on the beautiful sight in front of me completely unbothered about my injury, I had a chance to taste this beautiful woman once again after how long, I had no plan on letting anything stop me at All. Not even the bullet wound I was nursing.

I place my tongue on her opening teasing her slowly making sure not to slip it in while I used my fingers to play with her clitoris. She jerked from my touch and let out a soft moan.

She struggles to remove her hands from my restraint but it's all to no avail.

I'm in charge.

"Fucking hell! God I'm going to cum" she exclaims

"Wrong name. Cum for me baby, show me exactly how, Only I can make you feel" I resumed my torture of her pussy with my tongue and fingers again.

I slipped my tongue in and out of her pussy, pulled it out and licked her slit from top to bottom without taking my fingers off her clit.

Gathering her juices into my mouth with my tongue I got back on my feet and pulled her face to me and placed my mouth on hers.

She moaned into my mouth at the taste of her wetness on my tongue mixed with the coffee she had earlier.

I thrust my fingers deeper into her with my tongue still dancing in motion with hers in her mouth.

She broke the kiss and held onto me, as I made sure she held our gaze with my hand wrapped around her neck "That's it baby let go for me, cum around my fingers" I felt her clench so hard as she let out a howl and came all over my fingers.

I looked at her frame, watching as she bucked from her orgasm, the way her pretty toes curled from her prolonged orgasm.

"O-oh, my God! Fuck! Shit" she exclaimed breathing heavily still holding on to me.

I pulled my coated fingers out of her and put one of them in her mouth "Suck" she does as I say and sucks my fingers without breaking her eyes off mine.

With a pop, I take the finger out of her mouth and smirk at her "my turn" I rub my two other wet fingers precisely around her nipples and cover them with my mouth.

I raise my face to hers and see her eyes and lips glistening from the aftermath of what just occurred.

"You're such a filthy girl, aren't you?" I stood to her level and lifted her face to mine with a finger under her chin

"Yes sir." She replied shortly

"You like it when I fuck you with my fingers and tongue?"

"Yes sir, I like it"

"Good girl." I helped her down from the counter, with my hands still around her waiting till she got the feeling back in her legs to stand on her own.

"What about you?" She asked once she was standing without help

I smirked, "what about me, love?"

"Don't you want to?"

"I cut her off "I'm perfectly okay, but if you let me eat you out again after we shower, I might fuck you... deal?" I asked with a sly smirk.

Knowing fully well I'm the one with less self-control when it comes to sex between us

I can't remember when last I was perfectly okay from just eating pussy.

Just with her.

But this was Imaani, my employee -a former employee that I've fucked and still want to fuck.

She smiles slyly "On one condition"

"Name it. Whatever it is" I agree immediately

"Only if you let me check your injury and we go to the hospital after this... deal?"

She stood in front of me with her arms across her chest

I laughed a little as I ran my fingers through my hair "Let's go shower, love"

She didn't utter her reply she just removed her torn dress leaving her completely naked as she made her way to the bathroom, making sure to strut her gorgeous legs in front of me and giving me the full show of her amazing ass.

Guess I'm going to the hospital after all.