EroticReverie

Mila 

"You have a good time last night?" a gruff annoyed sounding voice startles me as I pour a cup of coffee. 

Jaxx stands there, broody fucking hot face and all and fucking shirtless, with a pair of thin pajama pants slung low on his waist and I hate to admit the affect he has on me. The affect he's had on me since day one.  Seems like he was in the mood to be grumpy, and I wasn't really in the mood to handle it, not after how perfect last night was with Hux and Leif. I was on a fucking high and he could suck it if he thought he was going to ruin it for me. 

"I had a great time." I say , giving him a flat stare and then turning back towards the coffee , pouring the rest of my cup and setting it back on the burner, trying to ignore how I can fucking feel him as he moves closer. He doesnt have to touch me, his presence is enough. 

I stand there in one of Huxley's t shirts that hangs just below my ass, and a pair of panties. I knew Huxley and Leif were both gone, we'd all slept together last night and they'd both kissed me goodbye this morning. I'd just assumed Jaxx would have been going with them. I'd slept in, and though I had the house to myself, hence the pantless parade in their kitchen. 

"Sounded like it." Jaxx says and then I grab my cup of coffee, lifting it and taking a small sip, trying to ignore the feel of him right there against my back, hovering. His hands come to the counter, one on either side of me and I set my coffee down before he sees my fucking hands trembling. Not in fear, no, cause fuck, being afraid of him would be so much easier. 

His body isnt against me, but he's got me boxed in as I place my hands on the counters edge in front of me. 

"I'll but you some earplugs." I say, trying to make a smart ass little remark to keep the playing field leveled here.

"Go ahead....doesn't mean I'll wear them.." he says his voice is fucking kryptonite and is making tiny little bombs low in my fucking belly explode, heat expanding there and between my thighs. 

"Then stop complaining." I say, evening out my voice.

"Was I complaining Queenie?" he asks and I roll my eyes slightly at the nickname. 

"I told you not to call me that." I say, my head turning only a bit, because I can not fucking look at him right now. 

"What makes you think I take orders from you....Queenie?" he whispers and his breath kisses my ear and I swallow hard. 

"I'm sure Huxley and Leif will do whatever it is their little sunshine and buttercup tells them to.." he says and my brows pinch. Screw him. I loved their nicknames for me. A hell of a lot better than I like him calling me Queenie. 

"But if you think you get to make the rules with me Mila..." he says , and my name sounds like pure fucking sex as it rumbles from his lips and I can feel the fucking tension. But I wont be the one to fucking break it. Screw him. 

"You can make all the rules you want..." he whispers. "And i'll break them just because I can." he says and then one hand slips from the counter and goes to my hip and then he's pressing against my backside, his hips against me, and my breath hitches as I feel him, the hard length of him nestled against my ass, his hand grabbing the bottom of Huxley's shirt and lifting it, so nothing more than my panties and his thin pajamas pants is between us. 

"Jaxx." I say his name , half a question, half a plea, I had no idea what the hell this man wanted from me. He was fucking toying with me, and it was pissing me off. 

"I can't stop thinking about the day in the bathroom...cumming all over your pretty dress." he whispers in my ear as he pushes against my ass, grinding his hard dick against me. 

"When you called me a whore?" I bite out over my shoulder, this time looking right over my shoulder and up at him. Big mistake. Big fucking mistake. Our eyes lock and his other hand lifts sqiftly fromt he counter, grabbing my face by the jaw before I can look away, making sure he keeps our eyes locked. 

"I already apologized for that." he says , jaw ticking. 

My eyes narrow. "So I should just forget that you said it then? Like an apology makes someone forget when someone made them feel like shit? Especially when the person KEEPS making me feel like shit?" I hiss, my eyes narrowed slit as he looks down at me, his intene glare falters a bit. 

"Then tell me Mila...how do you want me to make you feel?" he asks, his hips pushing mine into the counter as he grinds harder against my ass, his hand under my shirt, against the hip of my panties, his fingers skimming the hem. 

"I don't know" I exhale, looking at his eyes, but they're on my mouth.

"I don't fucking know either....I don't know a single fucking thing when it comes to what I fucking want with you Mila..." he growls. 

"So you're just going to keep being an asshole then?" I breathe, my eyes on his mouth now as he licks his lips and his eyes flick up to mine, the same time mine go to his. 

"Is that what I am? An asshole?" he cocks a brow. 

"Yes." I answer and the slightest smirk lifts the side of his mouth. 

"I think you like it." he says, his voice low. 

"I think I hate it." I say, his thumb reaching over my lower lip and I take my mouth, opening it and bite the tip fo his thumb, not hard , but catching it in my teeth , making his hips pitch forward, and his nostrils flare as I keep my eyes on his. 

"I can't stand how fucking hard you make me." he growls , tugging his thumb from my mouth and then his hand moves quickly, grabbing a fist fullof my messy hair and turning my head away from him as I gasp and he bring his face to the side of mine, his mouth right against my ear.

"I can't stand you at all" I pant. 

"Mmm, that right?" he asks against my ear and my fucking eyes roll in my head as he grabs my shirt , and lifts it slightly, and then is placing his hands on my bare stomach as I nod, lying my fucking face off. 

"What can't you fucking stand about me?" he asks, his hands slipping over my stomach and my torso, his hands stroking my skin and dipping low towards my panties, his pinky skimming the hem before sliding them back up to my stomach.

I breathe hard. "everything" I whine and he groans and then slide his hands to my hips and toys with the hips of my panties. 

"Ditto Queenie" he says and then slides his hands along my hips and down my bare thighs and back up, his fingertips skimming my skin and making me shiver. 

"I cant fucking stand you either." He growls and then grabs my hips hard and grinds against me.

"Clearly" I pant and he groans in my ear as one hand slips over the top of my panties and my breath hitches and he pulls me against him, grinding his cock against me over and over. 

"I can't stand how badly I want to rip these little fucking panties off you Mila" he growls in my ear and I exhale loudly and squirm against him, my toes pushing into the floor as I lift off the heels of my feet and rub my ass against his cock. 

"I cant stand how badly I want you to do that" I breathe in reply as his mouth brushes my neck, not kissing it, but his mouth just hovering over it and near my ear. 

"I can't stand that I dream about you every fucking night" he groans. I bite my lip. 

"Mmm, I give you nightmares Jaxx?" I say half playfully, but my voice is all fucking moan. 

A huff of a laugh blows against my ear and I gasp as his teeth bite my neck and he groans. His hands grabbing the panties at the hip , pulling and making me squirm as I roll my hips and grind my ass harder against his cock. 

"You give me...the sweetest fucking dreams I've ever had." he says, his voice sending shiver up and down my fucking spine and making goosebumps decorate my entire fucking body.

"We get along in your dreams?" I heave a breath as his warm lips skim my neck. 

"We do....we get along very well Mila" he says, his hands sliding between my legs, and I tremble, my feet stepping apart, as the sides of his pointer fingers slip along the creases of my thighs and pussy, right along my panties and I whimper. 

"What...do we do in your dreams Jaxx?" I ask and my breath jumps as his right hand lays right over my cunt, cupping my pussy through my panties, fucking grabbing it.

"I fuck this cunt Mila....I fucking destroy it." he growls on my neck and I quiver, his hand moving against my panties, rubbing my pussy all over as his hand slides up and down and I grind against his dick behind me, and his hand agaisnt my pussy. 

"Jaxx" I pant and groan.

"your panties ...are fucking drenched." he growls in my ear.

I nod. Because , yep, they most definitely were fucking embarssingly soaked. 

"Because you can't fucking stand me right?" he asks , one finger stroking along the line my pussy lips create in my panties. 

"right" I exhale and feel a slight smile against my ear. 

"right" he whispers back in my ear and I moan as he rubs over my clit through my panties, pushing his finger against the spot where it's hidden between my pussy lips and I moan softly.

"You fucking like that Queenie?" he whispers and I whimper. Okay, apparently when he calls me Queenie while touching my clit it has an entirely different effect.

"yes" I answer and he hums against my ear. 

"I figure I owe you...for ruining that pretty dress..." he says, reminding me again of the day in the bathroom, when he'd jerked himself off and came all over my dress. God, such a fucking asshole. But he was a hot fucking asshole. 

"You do" I answer with a little whimper. 

"Think you can stand me slipping my hand inside these panties Mila, and rubbing that clit till you cum?" he whispers on my ear. 

I nod. "uh huh" 

He grins against my ear. 

"say please Mila" he groans. 

"fuck you" I exhale and he chuckles.

"that'll do." he answers.