After my shower I quickly dress and find Jax in Carla's bedroom lying on her bed. His hands are behind his head and he has a weird frown on his face. I sit at the edge of her bed, her white and purple walls look black here in the dark. Clothes and shoes are filled in every corner. Makeup and hair ties are sprinkled across her desk or on the floor.
"What a mess," I wince.
He doesn't say anything, his jaw clinches tight. He looks tense and angry, I want to touch him but I don't.
"Are you okay?" I ask concerned.
"You talk lot," he snaps. The way he says a lot is rude and mean, but I ignore it. I don't know what to do, should I hug him or leave?
"I'm sorry," I say. I know I sound pathetic and needy but I can't control it. I should just leave or say something mean and rude back. But I go blank, so I sit there and take it. Plus even if I won't admit it, I like being near him.
"So are you hungry I could . . ." I start but firm hands pull me by my hair. He crushes his lips onto mine. He's rough and it turns me on, I can feel our erections through our pants.
He pushes my head down toward his crotch and I know what he wants. I unzip his tight jeans and I kiss his boxers. He smells clean and minty, I lick him through the material and he moans. I make wet kisses on the fabric then I pull it down his long legs.
I lick his hard length and I play with his balls. I suck the tip and I fight again my gag reflex and I get six inches down. He grabs my curls and pull, I push farther and get the whole penis in my month. I work my throat and I drool a lot so it leaves and comes easily. His breath is harsh and heavy, his grip tightens and I feel and taste him. The sweet and salty cum drips down my cheeks and I swallow as much as I can.
I wipe my mouth and I crawl away from in between his legs. I try to lay beside him but he won't make room. I just sit there awkwardly trying to lay with him. I finally fit in a small space against the wall. I feel his hot breath against my neck, he stares at me and I smile at him. But the smile is hurt and forced. He's trying to push me away, I feel it in the way he tries not to look at me.
He doesn't find any excuse to touch me and he seems so cold and distant. The playfulness is gone, I want to cry and beg him to tell me what's wrong but I'm scared.
"I think we should tell Carla," I say.
"Tell her what?" Jax scowls.
Ouch."About what we did," I say.
"No," he says.
"She's my friend," I say.
"Really, what a friend you are,"
"So I'm the only one to blame?"
