*Author’s Note: This is part one of a little Jax Teller smut I wondered of. Part two coming soon. Enjoy!*

“You sayin’ you shouldn’t be here…but you ain’t left yet,” Jax said softly against Kenya’s lips, his voice deep and slightly gravelly.

He was right. She wasn’t trapped or being held hostage. The door was unlocked and only a few steps away from the bed where they laid side by side. But she couldn’t discover the will to remove herself from his lips on hers, his hand holding her chin, his thumb caressing her bottom lip. It felt good…he felt good.

“But this isn’t right,” Kenya nearly whispered. She was right, too. Jax wasn’t a single man. Quite the opposite. Yet he all the time had his sky blue eyes on her, watching her closely like she was forbidden fruit that fell from the heavens, forbidden fruit he was curious to taste.

Kenya only noticed as she, too, couldn’t look away from him and his brooding yet devilishly handsome face, often framed by his longish, dirty blond hair that he’d push back behind his ears. That brooding made her worry for him, want to care for him, but he had a wife to do that for him.

She was merely a bartender in SAMCRO’s clubhouse bar. But the way Jax marveled at her each time he sat at the counter and ordered his whiskey made her feel like his guardian angel. He’d study her dark afro coils pulled into a puff ponytail on her head like it was her halo. He’d observe her deep brown skin like it was glowing. And he’d watch her walk away like feathered wings would sprout from her back.

Kenya wished she could hold him, protect him from all the chaos he’d seen, especially as they shared long, thoughtful, and often painful conversations at that bar counter. She could tell she was a comfort to him, and it made her feel closer to him.

And when Jax pulled her soft, curvy body closer to him on the bed, his smooth lips falling to her jaw and then her neck before his warm breath whispered back to her, “This feels wrong to you…?” as his hand fell from her chin to her ample breast, Kenya could only mumble a moan.

He let his big hand cup the weight of it, her nipple hardening as his fingertips teased it with soft pinches. He breathed a brief moan against her skin when Kenya’s hand landed on his inner thigh in his jeans with a weak attempt to push him away. “Jax…” she whimpered.

“You didn’t answer me,” he said. He could feel everything in her body telling him to explore her. He’d felt it for months before they even touched, their vibrations humming loudly in his ears when they were near each other, making his heart pound if they touched by accident. The look in her eyes then would shake with desire…and Kenya trembled slightly in his embrace now as she whimpered in need again as his lips went on her chest, letting him gently tug down the fabric of her dress and bra until her dark brown nipple was free for him to wrap his lips around.

She felt like he licked at it like it was her clit, his tongue circling it before flattening to it with long flicks that made her snake her fingers through the silky hair of the back of his head, a moan slithering from her lips.

“We shouldn’t,” Kenya murmured yet another moan followed as she allowed Jax’s lips to move even lower, watching him with hungry eyes as he pulled up her dress to reveal her tummy and thick, bare thighs that he gave turns planting soft kisses on.

“Still not an answer,” he said with his mouth in front of her mound. Jax could see her holding her breath, feel her delicate, humid heat through her panties, could see the damp spot he’d created with his kisses. He licked his lips before he hooked her panties with his thumb and pulled them apart, Kenya’s warm, intimate scent grazing his face and making his tongue slide out between his lips.

He slid it between her lips, at last tasting her semisweet nectar as he covered her with his mouth, nearly moaning into her as his tongue moved unhurriedly to savor her flavor from top to bottom, over and over. He took one of her thighs into his hand to pin down to the bed, opening her up more for his lips and tongue to settle on her sweetest spot that made Kenya finally release that deep, tortured breath as her tummy caved in, a rather noisy moan escaping her that she tried to catch with her hands over her mouth.

“Did that feel wrong, too?” Jax asked with a slight smirk. It certainly felt right to him, his dick already growing hard between him and the mattress as he nestled himself in the middle of her thighs. He wanted more of her and he couldn’t wait for an answer, letting his fingers get caught in her panties so his thumb could lightly tease her clit, up and down with just enough pressure to make her grunt and bite her lip. He watched Kenya’s chest move up and down, too, another smirk touching his lips as he rolled his tongue into her wet entrance, feeling her throb around it and under his thumb.

“Unhhhuhh,” Kenya nearly hiccuped as her pleasure made her breath hitch, made her feel warm all over. She couldn’t dare look down at Jax and enjoy the sight of someone else’s husband licking her like he wanted to collect her nectar with his tongue and memorize her taste. Yet she dared, anyway…and as they locked eyes, her heart thudded to see his gorgeous face as he made her moan for him again.

“So, is that a no…or a yes…?” Jax whispered huskily, his lips brushing against her clit before he kissed it. She responded with her hands on the back of his head, pushing his face to her, her willpower to withstand him finally releasing her.

“Yesss. Ohhh, fuck…yes, Jax,” Kenya whined desperately as he indulged her, ripping her panties from her waist with surprising strength to release her fully into his desperate mouth.

Jax gazed up at Kenya as he suckled her, both fascinated with her airy moans and curious how much pleasure he could coax from her gorgeous body writhing beneath his tongue.

He worked for her pleasure, explored her thoroughly, as his lips pressed to Kenya’s clit once more, kissing and gently sucking her with his tongue, his big hands gripping her thick thighs that shook around his head. He learned from her first orgasm that shaking was her tell…she was close and he could feel it, taste it as she grew wetter and spilled into his mouth, down his beard, and onto the bed where she made a little puddle.

And as he watched her arch her back–her other tell–with her chin tipped to the ceiling as her moans raced towards it, Jax wanted to see and feel her cum even harder than before. Kenya’s chest heaved with another breathy moan and he didn’t take his eyes off her as she clutched the bed sheets around her, her breath stuttering and her wet warmth fluttering in his mouth once again. It felt good…she felt good as she poured her pleasure onto his face, making that puddle bigger, feeding him more than he could swallow. Yet he tried, anyway, wanting to devour his forbidden fruit like it was his only chance to enjoy it…

Jax knew that was a likely possibility and so he threw himself into Kenya, letting his senses be taken over by her: He soaked in the sight of her beauty quivering on his tongue; he pressed his nose to her mound to inhale her heady, sweet scent; he tasted that sweetness; and he felt his dick pulse as it hardened with each pulse of her orgasm, each aching moan filling his ears.

Kenya’s hands found themselves in his hair again as he made her into euphoria, made her see god beyond the ceiling. Jax let her fall back to earth gracefully as he left a trail of kisses up her body and to her lips, his tongue coating hers with her own flavor as his nude body hovered over hers.

“Do you want me inside you?” Jax uttered to her and she whimpered when the tip of his dick nudged her clit. Her hands were still in his hair as she held him close for another messy kiss, her nectar smearing on her chin from his beard.

Jax only pulled away to look into her eyes for any regret about what they’d just done–and what else they wanted to do. It was the same regret she was looking for in his. There was none…only her starry-eyed pleasure as she gazed at him through low eyelids and quietly replied, “I want you inside me.”

The End For Now!