“Are you okay?” you look over at Jax who clearly still looks pissed as he’s driving.

“I’m fine,” he grits. “But that asshole better hope I never see him again, because I won’t be so courteous next time.”

“Forget about him. You’ll just give him the satisfaction and prove him right.”

“About what? That I’m a thug? That I’m some stupid, low life criminal? I’ll make him regret his words,” he growls.

“Exactly!” you exclaim.

“So you think I’m stupid too? Not classy enough to eat in a place like that?” he accuses.

“No, that’s not what I meant!” You shake your head.

“You just agreed with–”

“No, I’m on your side Jax, but by acting out, you’re just giving him what he wants.”

He just continues to look ahead with a scowl on his face, gripping the wheel until his knuckles are white. He’s shaking his head while still seeing red, and you don’t mean the traffic light.

After a few quiet moments, you reach over to his lap to put your hand over his.

“Hey.”

Jax looks down at your hands and then over at you.

“You’re better than those people,” you tell him. “You’re the prince of Charming and one day you’re gonna be the king and then you’re gonna be the one looking down your nose at them,” you state as-a-matter-of-factly.

Jax studies you while waiting at the light, taking in your words also as his eyes scan your face and body. 

It almost frightened you how that just so quickly and smoothly came falling out of your lips. Years of having to praise and stroke your ex’s ego is so ingrained in you, that you didn’t even have to think about it. It was a reflex. Your heart is now racing and adrenaline is pumping waiting for his reaction.

“You’re right,” Jax nods, smirking. “That guy is probably on our payroll and he doesn’t even know it,” he chuckles.

You smile and let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

“What a fucking idiot,” he shakes his head. 

You relax back into the seat looking straight ahead, relieved his mood has eased up. Your head jerks back to him for a moment when you feel him gently squeezing your fingers with his own and caressing you with his thumb. His eyes are focused on the road and can still see remnants of his hurt lingering on his face, but you smile at him anyways and give him a squeeze back.

“Where are we going?” You ask as you see him pull into a secluded area surrounded by overgrown weed and tall barb-wired chain link fences with a DO NOT TRESPASS: PRIVATE PROPERTY sign hanging from one of them.

“You’re gonna service the king,” he finally answers.

Once he parks and shuts the car off, he takes no time to smash his lips against yours while releasing his seatbelt. He hungrily sucks on your mouth and licks your tongue. His blonde beard scratched against your face so hard, you know it’s going to leave a burn.

You’re thrown off by this spontaneous makeout session. You knew sex was most likely happening tonight but not at this moment, especially after what had just happened at the restaurant. You can’t complain though. Horny Jax is much more pleasant than Angry Jax, although you’ve noticed sometimes there’s an overlap.

As one of his hands massages one of your breasts, the other works quickly to undo his belt and fly of his pants. You unbuckle your own seatbelt and turn your body towards him. After he successfully frees his hard cock, he jerks himself a few times, testing the rigidity of it. 

“You wanna be a good little cock whore for the king?” He asks after breaking the kiss.

Just as you nod, he fists your hair and pushes your face down to his crotch.

“Use that pretty mouth of yours,” Jax commands.

For a moment, you tense up, jarred by his sudden aggression, but you then push the tip of his thick cock into your warm wet mouth when you feel his grip on you loosen. You reposition your body so you’re kneeling on the seat to get a more comfortable angle and leverage. You start slowly, taking your time to lick and lube him up with your spit until he glides comfortably between your lips. You can feel him getting harder with each stroke. As you move up and down his length, he reaches behind you, pulls up your dress and palms your ass, rubbing it and giving it a squeeze. 

“Mm. Your mouth feels so good,” he moans and then starts thrusting his hips upwards.

His fingers slide over between your legs, teasing you through your underwear. You moan around his cock as you rock back against him. He pulls your panties to the side and dips the tip of his middle finger into your slick hole, feeling how wet you’re getting.

“You like sucking my dick, don’t you?” Jax asks rhetorically. “You get so fucking wet when my cock is in your mouth.”

He tilts his head to the side and looks down, watching his cock go in and out of your mouth. He gathers and bunches your hair to get a better view, but he also starts to move with you, his fist following you as your head bobs up and down. You hear him hiss and feel his grip tighten when you swirl your tongue around the rim of his tip.

His finger plunges deeper into you and you try to fuck him as you suck him harder, but he’s not allowing you to experience full penetration yet so you whimper. His ring is also in the way but you don’t even care if that goes in as well.

“Look at you,” he laughs. “So fucking needy. You really want this dick, don’t you?”

You pull him out momentarily and jerk him to look up at him and nod.

“Mm hm,” you answer, but your face is shoved back down to his crotch.

“Did I tell you to stop?” Jax asks.

You slip him back inside your mouth and start to deep throat him.

“Fuck,” he groans. 

He slips another finger inside you and starts pumping in and out of you, going in as far as your pussy would allow him. You clench around him and continue to deep throat him, coming up for air before you can gag. 

“You’re so good at this,” he praises you. “Do it again.”

You wrap your lips around his cock and dip back down to deepthroat him again, swallowing down as much as you can, eliciting a moan out of him. As you come back up, he pushes his hips up and holds your head down, preventing you from moving. 

“Fuck, yessss,” Jax throws his head back against the headrest and arches up against your face.

You end up gagging on his cock, one trigger hair away from choking on your dinner and spilling it all over his lap.

He eases the pressure and you instantly pull him out, taking a deep breath and a moment to gather yourself. 

He pulls his fingers out of you and grabs your chin. He tilts your head up towards him seeing your mascara-smudged misty eyes looking back at him. 

“You’re a queen,” he says as he drags his thumb over your shiny pouty bottom lip as he looks down on you, admiring your tear-streaked face. “My queen.”

A proud smile plays on your face.

“Queen of sucking dick,” he smirks and lets out a chuckle while slipping his fingers inside your mouth. 

You suck and lick on his fingers, tasting yourself like it’s your reward for being crowned this new position. You want to satisfy him and there can’t be any higher slot than a royal majesty.

“Now sit on this throne and ride me like the good little cock whore that you are,” he commands, pulling his fingers from your mouth and wiping them on your face and smearing your lipstick. He then smacks your face. It wasn’t hard, but the slap was as unexpected as realizing that you might have liked it. 

You sit up and reposition yourself. As you work to pull your panties off, you see Jax reaching into the glove compartment to pull out an opened box of condoms. He takes one out and tears it open before slipping it on himself. He adjusts his seat back to make room for you and pats his thigh.

You hike up your dress and straddle him, reaching down to grasp his hard cock you’re hovering over and align yourselves until you finally sink down. He groans and you start riding him, bouncing up and down on him, holding on to the back of the seat as leverage. 

Jax moves his hands under your dress to your ass. He palms it, squeezing hard with both hands while guiding you. This is the first time actually that you’re on top of him. He’s always been the one in the dominating position. Even still now, he is. 

When you lower yourself, he grips your hips and holds them down while pushing his up against you. A guttural noise slips out of him while trying to fit all of himself inside you. You can feel heavy pressure on your cervix and you stiffen up. You try to ease the discomfort, but he’s not giving you any breathing room.

“Jax…” You wiggle on his lap and try to push yourself off a bit again. “You’re too deep.”

“Is my dick too big for you?” he asks smugly. “Because you sure do take it well for a good girl.”

You instantly freeze up and feel your mushroom risotto threatening to come back up again.

“Don’t call me that.”

Jax’s eyes are on your face for a moment, confused.

“Good girl?” he asks with a raised brow. “I’ll call you whatever the fuck I–”

“No! Don’t fucking call me that!” You snap back and then quickly dismount yourself from him, moving back to the passenger seat.

Jax looks over at you and studies your face with knitted brows.

“What the fuck just happened?” he asks while you’re looking for your underwear.

When you find it, you pull it back on, but you never answer his question.

He silently looks down at his still hard cock and then back at you, trying to process what just happened.

“Look, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you,” he apologizes. “I won’t call you that ever again.”

You glance over at him with crossed arms, clearly still upset, and make eye contact with him. He looks sincere.

“I promise,” he adds.

Jax notices your body’s defenses easing up as you look away.

“You alright?” he asks.

You simply nod.

“Hey,” he cautiously reaches over to gently grab your chin and turns your face towards him.

“You sure you’re okay?” he asks again.

“Yeah,” you answer. “I’m sorry about that. Can we please go?”

“Yeah, of course. I’ll drop you off.”

Jax pulls the condom off his limp cock, tossing it out the window and then pulls his jeans back up before starting up the car. 

“Can we go back to your place instead?” you suddenly ask. 

“Are you sure?” he asks hesitantly, looking at you intently.

You nod.

“That is, if I’m still your good little cock whore,” you bite your lower lip.

The corners of Jax’s mouth slowly turn up.