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Dakota

J ax was... fuck, but he was everything I hadn’t even thought existed in a man.

Donnie was always going on about how men were dogs who only wanted one thing, and they wanted it as fast as they could get it, so taking care wasn’t something they did.

Jax?

Care seemed to be all he fucking did.

I mean, starting out by worrying about me being nervous was the last thing I’d expected, and almost inconvenient. But also, sweet.

When he had me stripped naked on his bed and knelt between my legs, well... that was the last thing I’d expected.

Then, he defied expectation again. Oh, he paid cursory attention to my cock, licking a stripe from base to tip, pressing his stubbled cheek into the sensitive skin there and making me shiver with the feeling of it. But then he hoisted my legs up onto his shoulders and he...

Holy fuck.

He spread my asscheeks and just... fuck fuck fuck , with his tongue. On my ass.

The slick feeling of his tongue pressing into the tight ring of my ass was strange and foreign, but my whole body thrummed with electricity at the sensation of it. Warm and wet and other, and fuck, but it was incredible. I closed my eyes and let myself get lost in the sensation of his tongue opening me up, fucking into me like he couldn’t possibly get close enough to me.

Devour me, he’d said, and fuck me, but in that moment, it sounded sexy as hell, even if he meant it in a Hannibal kind of way.

By the time he lowered me back onto the bed, I was lax and loose, limbs pliant.

He slid from beneath my thighs and off the bed, but before I could so much as whine out a complaint, he was reaching in from the side, holding me up like I was as light as a feather and slipping a pillow beneath my hips. He held something to my lips, and I finally had to open my eyes, not even having realized I’d closed them.

The glass of water. Was he trying to make sure I stayed hydrated while he fucked me into his mattress?

Either Donnie had been completely wrong, or I’d gotten unbelievably lucky.

He came back a moment later, spreading my legs and staring down into my eyes, his gaze intense, boring into me like he could see my thoughts if he looked hard enough. When he knelt once more between my legs, his body a hard line over me, it almost took my breath away. I lifted a leg and wrapped it around his hips, almost instinct, and he smiled that predator smile at me, his teeth bright and almost sharp looking in the low light.

He moved into position, his hips nestling between my legs like he belonged there, but instead of just pushing inside me, he paused. “You doing okay?”

Breathless, all I could do was nod. Fuck, but he was beautiful and thoughtful and just... I almost wished I’d gone into this looking for more than one night. He seemed like the kind of guy who would make an amazing... something. Boyfriend? Lover? Husband?

Everything.

But that was romantic crap, and one-night stands did not turn into forever.

Slowly, he pressed forward, making me gasp as the fat head of his cock slid inside me. It didn’t hurt at all; he’d relaxed me so much, and the slide was so slick. I’d never managed to make it so seamless and easy by myself, with my dildo. Clearly, having a partner was superior in multiple ways.

I was still breathless and panting when suddenly his hips were flush against me, his whole cock inside me. It was fucking magical. He was magical. I could have come right then if there’d been so much as a stiff breeze on my cock, but he held there, letting me get acclimated before moving.

And that... was... fuck .

I wasn’t even ashamed at the high whine that came out of me. I didn’t have the higher brain function to be ashamed. There was only me and him and that fucking sensation, his cock sliding out of me, and then slowly once again in.

I opened my eyes when I realized I had closed them, and found him grinning down at me, looking downright charmed by my lack of control over any part of my body. I wanted to apologize, but the words just weren’t in me, in that moment.

So instead I whined again, pressing up against him with my ass. He took that cue beautifully and pulled out again, this time thrusting in with some force, a little slap sounding through the room as his thighs met my ass.

I gasped, and this time managed to gather my wits enough to speak up, if just barely. “More.”

And fuck, but did he give me exactly what I’d asked for. He pulled out and drove back in, his hips taut with the tension of it, thrusting forward over and over, like he was a fucking machine and not a man.

Heh, fucking machine.

That was my last semi-rational thought as he fucked me, rough and hard and my mind just slipped away into the sensation of a cock pounding into me. This was why some of the guys I knew called themselves cocksluts. Because after having this, who would ever want to go a night without it?

He pounded into me, and I wrapped my legs around him, trying to pull him even deeper, moving with him and arching into it every time he buried himself deep in my ass. I couldn’t breathe, but it didn’t seem to matter, and there were fireworks exploding behind my eyelids, which had once again slipped closed without my permission or knowledge. Quite literally, the bursts of color were far more dramatic than when I rubbed my closed eyes after a long day.

Almost... real.

It continued when I opened my eyes to meet his, and they seemed to flash bright crimson like in the club lights, but a moment later, my whole body was seizing with the power of the strongest orgasm I’d had in my entire fucking life. My whole body jerked up into him, core straining and arms going limp. I almost screamed at the feeling of electricity coursing through me, but I didn’t have the breath to make a sound, gasping for deep lungfuls of air as though I was underwater and couldn’t quite reach it.

Above me, he groaned and tensed, and I knew it wasn’t possible, but I could have sworn I could feel him coming inside me. Shit. Inside me. I hadn’t asked him to wear a condom. Rookie fucking mistake.

Since I was, in fact, a rookie, I tried to let it go. No reason to let worry ruin my night now. Not when it had been so fucking perfect so far.

So instead of worrying or freaking out, I let myself bask in the afterglow for a moment. But then he pulled himself up, smiling at me, and shook out his now-shaggy hair. “Shower, something to eat, and go again?”

Fuck me.

Well yeah, literally. But also, it was a fucking tragedy I wasn’t going to keep him.

* * *

It was three in the morning when I finally ordered a ride home.

Jax suggested I could stay the night, but given how shocked he seemed at having made the offer, I just shook my head. “I have work early in the morning, and my clothes are at home. Thank you, though. Thank you for... everything.”

It felt a little odd, thanking a guy for fucking me into his mattress for half the night, but also, it had been better than a thank you could even answer for. It had been perfect.

I leaned in to kiss him one more time, where he stood, indolently naked in his kitchen doorway while I’d completely dressed again before ordering a ride.

Both of us opened our mouths as though to speak, but neither managed to say whatever it was we were thinking aloud.

When I heard the car pull up, I leaned in and kissed him again, then ripped off the Band-Aid and ran out into the night.

I was sore as hell in the morning, and my ass was dragging from lack of sleep as I showered and pulled on my suit, but it had been entirely worth it.

Jax had been perfect and beautiful and gentle—and then not gentle—and exactly what I’d always imagined a great lover would be. The night had been precisely what I’d wanted. Jax had been precisely what I wanted, in every way.

Donnie was still in bed when I left, snoring away in his room as I grabbed a granola bar and my to-go coffee cup and headed out. I’d have stopped at a coffee shop, but I wanted to make sure I was on time for my first day. Maybe it was only a year-long contract and not a permanent job, but it was my first job out of college, and a fucking important one. A major corporation and a merger with a Japanese company, and me at the center of it. If I did well, it could make my whole career.

I was tired, sure, but I was in an excellent mood as I went into the building for my first day, Maia from HR meeting me at the security desk to hand me my brand-new security badge and escort me up to the top floor.

“There’s a meeting of all the top brass this morning for prep, and then the meeting with the people from Igarashi,” she told me as she led me to the elevator bank. “I’ll be there with you for the first, and introduce you around. Then you’ll be on your own.”

I swallowed hard at the thought of being cut loose among a bunch of corporate bigwigs, but... that was the job. So I nodded to her. “I appreciate the introductions.”

She smiled at me, knowing and friendly, and nodded. “Of course. But we picked you for this job for a reason, Dakota. You’re smart, you have the right skills, and you’re up for a challenge. You’ll do just fine.”

I said a little prayer to the universe that she was right, and I wasn’t just one of those people who interviewed well and then sucked at the job. But no. I had a whole ass degree in communication. I spoke fluent Japanese. I was good at people.

So again, I nodded, drawing myself up and standing straight as she led me into the elevator. The security badge was necessary for accessing the top three floors of the building, where most of the corporate officers spent their days. “I think Jillian said she was arranging you an office on the top floor,” she told me, voice conversational, as the elevator moved, so fast that it made my stomach swoop. Not for the first time, I wondered how this company was so huge, when I’d never even seen their website.

Hell, I’d tried to look for it and failed. And maybe I was no tech whiz, but I could find a website. I had almost asked Maia for help, but hadn’t wanted to look ignorant in front of the seriously rich important people who were giving me a shot.

Surely, though, someone today would mention the web address, and I’d figure out I was just looking for the wrong site or something simple like that.

I had my degree, and I’d gotten some of the best grades in my class.

I was going to have an office on the top floor.

Maia trusted me.

I could do this.

It was a conviction that followed me all the way up in the elevator, down the hallway, and into the conference room. Right up until I saw who was sitting at the head of that conference table.

Jax.

Fuck.

My.

Life.