Chapter 3
Libby
One minute you are telling yourself that under no circumstances are you going to sleep with your one and done date and the next, well, you’re ripping his shirt up with enough force to send Armani buttons sailing across the room with enough momentum to be confused with sniper bullets.
But hear me out.
Jax is a nice guy.
A nice, hot, funny guy with not two, not four, not even six, but eight very defined abs rippling down his torso before tapering off to a sculpted V that travels south into his pants where there is another bulge.
For a moment, I am very tempted to ask what he does for a living.
Because whatever it is must include daily trips to the gym…or a coliseum. A matador. He fights bulls for a living, I’m sure of it.
“We don’t need this anymore,” he says, pulling at the ties on my dress.
“No we do not,” I agree. “And we definitely don’t need these.” I undo his pants and yank on them, letting them fall to the floor.
“Or this…” he says and unzips my dress, shimmying it off my hips.
It isn’t until all of our clothes are splayed out all over the floor that I realize I am standing in front of this man, who I barely know and isn’t really anything like I expected (not that I had much to go off of) in nothing but a red, lace bra and panty set.
I am all curves.
Soft skin.
Not skinny by any stretch of the mind.
And that’s always been a problem in the past
Instinctively, I draw my arms together over my stomach.
But Jax grabs my hands and brings them to his lips, kissing each of them.
“Don’t hide yourself. Not from me.”
“It’s just that, in the past–”
“We aren’t talking about the past. Remember? And I’m not him. Whoever he was. I’m not him.”
I don’t know what to make of that.
A man that doesn’t care about my hips or my soft stomach?
But like Jax can tell my mind is still swirling with my ex’s voice, he steps closer, pressing the wall that is his Hemsworth-worthy body against me.
“Tell me what you want?” he says grittily.
“What I want?” my voice trembles. Because what in the actual fuck? Joni is never going to believe this. Fuck, I don’t even believe it. If it weren’t for his rock-hard cock bulging inside his sleek, black boxer briefs, I wouldn’t believe that I am awake at all.
But I haven’t imagined a dick that size even in my wildest dreams.
I am not sleeping. And this is crazy.
“Yes, Libby. Tell me what you want. What you want me to do to you. For you. With you. Anything.”
I bite my lip because the first thing that comes to my mind is probably not what he’s expecting. But it’s the one thing that would make this moment even more unreal than it already feels.
“Can you…I mean if it’s possible…I just want–”
“Say it, baby girl,” he interrupts me, and a shutter rolls over my skin. No one has ever called me that before. “Whatever it is, say it.”
“Pin me against the wall.”
Jax’s eyes darken from crystal blue to oceanic. “You want me to pin you up against the wall?” he repeats, his voice so low and intense, I practically feel it vibrate between my thighs.
My mouth seems to have forgotten how words work so I nod.
With that, Jax picks me up and closes the space in the room, pressing my back to the wall. My legs wrap around his hard torso, and I gasp.
Then he grinds his hips into mine, literally holding me there with nothing but his ab muscles as he takes my hands and pins them over my head.
“Now what?” he asks, his face close enough to mine that his breath tickles my neck.
“Kiss me,” I whisper and Jax’s mouth covers mine.
I don’t know what has me in more shock, the fact he could pick me up, the fact he can hold me hostage against the drywall with almost no effort, or the way his kisses went from soft and sweet to demanding and hungry.
As his tongue circles mine, his jaw working to open my mouth more, it’s like he’s sucking the soul straight from my body.
I moan into his mouth as he teases and takes. It’s only a kiss and yet it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever felt.
After my breath is gone and my body is like jelly, he pulls back. Then he releases my hands and tucks his hands up under my ass, picking me up.
“Am I getting too heavy?” I ask, another default of being married to a man who’s idea of a fun date is running the Boston Marathon.
But Jax only smirks, laughing grittily as he crosses the room. “In your dreams, baby girl.”
With that, he tosses me on the bed. I shriek as he crawls on top of me.
For a moment, his lips wander, kissing my knees, my thighs, my stomach, my shoulders.
None of these places are erogenous and he makes no effort to make it that way.
And yet…it is easily the hottest thing a man has ever done to me.
My mind races between waves of insecurity and not caring at all and I suddenly realize, the lights are on.
“Should we…I mean…”
Jax pulls back immediately, locking his eyes on mine. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“It’s just that it’s so bright in here. Should we dim the lights or–”
He shakes his head, kissing my neck and then looking back at me, a small smirk in the corners of his lips. His eyes are back to a bright blue. “If we do that, I won’t be able to look at you.”
“You want to look at me?” I ask, then realize how stupid the question is. Joni always says confidence is more important than dress size when it comes to attracting men. I’m sure that’s easy to say when you’ve always been a size four even after having babies.
“Libby, I want to devour you.”
I don’t know if it’s the way he says the word ‘devour’ or the fact he said my name, but I lace my hands into his hair and pull his mouth down to mine.
After that, Jax undoes my bra like a pro (a move that would normally annoy me because it’s so unrealistic rom-com, though right now it’s conveniently sexy as fuck.)
My back arches up to him as he groans. “Fuck, baby girl. You are so goddamn sexy, I don’t even know where to start.”
“Start with my nipples,” I beg. “They’re sensitive…”
A smirk that sends a flock of butterflies through me crawls across his mouth.
“Oh really?” Jax leans down and softly runs his tongue over one of my breasts and I moan.
Then, slowly, he does it to the other. For a moment, he goes back and forth, licking harder, then soft again, then flicking my nipples with the tip of his tongue until I am writhing on the bed.
His cock grinds against me and even though we are both still wearing underwear, it’s enough to make me moan.
“Oh fuck…” I let out.
“You are soaked,” he says with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry,” I say. Another engrained response.
“Don’t be sorry. Not for that. Not for anything,” Jax grits out. I nod and he comes to his knees. Then he grabs me by both thighs and yanks my hips to his mouth. “Are these crotchless?” he asks, his hot mouth pressed to me.
“I… I don’t think so…” I answer, my brain fuzzy.
Jax grabs the lace and with one smooth jerk, tears my panties in half.
“They are now.”
Jesus fucking Christ. Who even is this man? If I am dreaming, there is no way in hell I want to wake up.
But once his tongue touches my skin, running from slit to clit and back again, I know there’s no way. Never have I ever been with a man who figured me out so fast.
“Baby girl you are fucking dripping for me,” Jax groans.
“That feels so good,” I whimper.
“Does it? What about this?” The tip of his tongue finds my clit and tortures it softly for just enough time to make the blood rush to my thighs, threatening to undo me. But then, he stops.
“What about this?” he asks with a teasing voice, as he thrusts his finger up inside me. My entire body contracts in the threat of a monstrous orgasm like I’ve never known before.
“Jax…I’m going to…”
Jax rips his finger out and then covers my mouth with his, all the while, flicking my clit with his thumb. The release finally comes, and I cry out into his mouth, making him grin.
“Fuck yeah, baby. Let it go,”
When I finally stop shaking, I can hardly move. But Jax is still smiling. He licks off his fingers, and I go limp on the bed.
“No, no,” he says and makes a circular motion in the air with his wet finger. “Roll over.”
“Roll over?”
“On your knees, baby. I’m not done with you yet…”
With that, I do what he says and get on my knees. I hear the tearing of foil as a condom wrapper is tossed to the side. Then a moment later, he slides inside of me.
“OH FUCK…”
This man is nearly six-five. After standing in front of him flat footed I am sure of it. And his dick? Well. Let’s just say it’s proportionate.
He fills me up slowly, being careful not to be too rough. But honestly, it feels incredible being stretched around him.
“Damn, baby. You’re so tight,” he grunts, and I can hear the smile in his voice.
Slowly at first, he begins to slide into me.
I grip the pillow in my hands, closing my eyes as each thrust proves more satisfying than the last. Then he picks up speed, harder and faster until his hips are crashing into mine.
With each drive, I let out a cry, though not a painful one.
Somehow we fit together perfectly, the curve of his dick pressing his head straight into my g-spot with each grind.
“Do you like that?” he asks.
“Just don’t stop.”
“Are you going to come for me?” he asks.
“Yes…I think so.”
“You think?” he asks.
“I can’t…just come…on demand…” I manage to say.
“Oh really?”
With that, Jax reaches up, teasing one of my nipples in his fingers while pumping in and out of me, harder, harder, harder until–
“Oh God!” I scream.
“Fuck…” he lets out.
The orgasm rips through both of us. He grips my hips in his hands hard enough to leave marks (though I couldn’t care less) and my knees shudder before giving out altogether.
After that, everything goes white. I fall back onto the bed and look up at Jax who is dripping in sweat and satisfaction. He covers my mouth in a kiss, a soft undemanding one, and throws the down blanket over me before getting up.
As the room goes black, I stare at the ceiling, a smile stuck on my lips. A tear stings the corner of my eye.
If that’s what it’s supposed to feel like, I’ve been ruined forever…