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The slow throbbing pulse of his engorged cock was practically torturing Jax, his precum having seeped through the fabric of his white uniform pants to create a conspicuously large dark patch. He'd barely managed to wait until football practice was over before letting all the blood rush to his dick, needing to race toward the parking lot before anyone caught him. "Fuck, it looks like I've pissed myself," he muttered under his breath, thankful that the tinted windows of his Corvette meant nobody could see his soaked groin.
His heart was thumping in his chest, and the mere thought of what—or rather, who—he was about to fuck into next Tuesday had him panting like a bitch in heat. Holy shit, he'd never been this grateful somebody decided to fuck with him like this. One hand slipped between his body and the constricting fabric of his pants to tease his raging hard-on, a shudder running through his frame as the palm swept over his piercing. Moving his hand in measured, deliberate strokes, he navigated the streets to the house where they lived- their suburban home.
Parking close to it in a secluded area, Jax's gaze swept the neighborhood for any prying eyes before slipping out of his car and creeping up to their house. It was easy to infiltrate their home as he'd already unlatched a window earlier, so he could immediately slink towards their bedroom with predatory stealth. A wry smirk spread across his lips as he got his phone out and began to record their sleeping form. His eyes never left them as he precariously placed the phone on a shelf, letting it lean in the perfect position to capture everything. This would be more than just blackmail- he could bust a nut to it whenever he wanted. "you," he cooed to them, "wakey-wakey, cunt."
Jax snatched a handful of their hair before they could fully startle to his presence, ripping their covers off in one sharp movement. "You know, at first, I was a little pissed you went and snitched on me like that," he snarled, clambering on top of them and pinning their wrists above their head. "But then I couldn't stop gooning every time I thought about wrecking that little hole of yours. I just kept thinking about how I can fuck you however I want, and there's *nothing* you can do about it," he hissed into their ear, tracing his tongue across the shell of it, his piercing adding a cruel edge to the gesture.
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