25. Harmony
Harmony
He places a gentle kiss on one cheek, then the other, then scatters kisses over my face as he eases me backward. There’s no way I can stop when he’s being so sweet, and I give in easily.
I go with him, all thoughts about why this is a bad idea or that I need to hold myself back fading away as my ass hits the toilet seat. His other hand rides my thigh, and he spreads my legs open.
I whimper for him as he murmurs his appreciation, and there’s no warning as he drops to his knees and his mouth speeds down onto my pussy.
I burst out into a cry as Jaxx presses a kiss over my panties, the rough fabric blocking me from feeling his warm tongue. Instead, he sucks on the fabric, and the moans and sounds he makes are so good that my eyes roll.
“I've just come, Jaxx, I can't—”
But he kisses my clit through the fabric, and all those thoughts wash away. Especially when he keeps looking at me like that as he nuzzles my pussy.
He strokes from my knee to the V of my hips and on to tug my panties to the side.
I’m exposed to him. The warm air of his breath traces over my pussy, and his eyes dance over me.
“Don’t stare at me like that,” I tell him, because his face fills with so much longing that it actually hurts.
“I missed you, you know?” he says, making my heart clench. “I never stopped thinking about you.”
“You don't even know me,” I say.
“Neither do you.” He smirks. “But your body knows how good I am for you. So now I just need to convince your heart.”
He kisses my thigh, giving me the softest bite that sends need fluttering through my core.
The only thing I can hear over the pounding of my heart is his groan as he dives down, flattening his tongue over my pussy and licking hard.
I burst out with another cry, pushing my hand against my mouth.
Jaxx, the confident scoundrel who always looks perfect for the cameras, is bowing for me as he licks me relentlessly.
There’s no way I can hold back. It’s coming too fast.
“Jaxx!” I gasp, snapping my thighs closed around his ears like I can slow him down. But I have no chance, especially with a controlled athlete like him.
“Jaxx, you have to stop! I'm too sensitive!”
I gasp again as his fingers suddenly press against my entrance.
Whimpers fall from me as he dips them inside my pussy, and he groans, the vibrations pulsing through me.
“Is this all for me, sweetheart?” he purrs before he brings his fingers out, licking up the slick that drips from them.
I bite into my hand, trying to keep myself quiet as he dives back in, and his fingers surge along with his tongue.
He pauses, lifting his head to meet me with hungry eyes—with the eyes of an alpha.
He shifts his fingers, teasing me as he draws them out as slowly as possible.
“What are you doing?” I moan.
“I’m stopping, just like you asked me to.”
I whimper as he curves his fingers inside me, stroking at my walls, and I thrust my hips to try to feel it more.
“That’s not stopping!” I gasp.
“Oh, really?” he says, the corner of his lip hitching, looking so sexy it has to be illegal. “What should I do then? Are you sure you don't want to come again?” he asks as his pheromones spread over me.
I don’t care if he marks me. My omega senses are telling me that it’s right for me to walk about smelling like him.
I just want to feel everything I can with him, even if it means doing it in a bathroom in the F1 center in Texas.
His mouth hovers over my clit, and his look is so desperate and serious that I gasp.
“Do it, Jaxx. Make me come again.”
He groans the instant he falls back onto me.
His fingers thrust deep and hard, and I come so fast my legs spasm around his ears.
I cry out, shuddering, whining, clasping him while I press my palm against the wall of the tiny cubicle as if I am going to fall through the floor if he doesn't keep licking me.
He won’t stop, and the pleasure is so intense that my teeth cut into my palm as I try to stop myself from screaming.
My mind frazzles as he goes even faster. I moan so loudly that I can hear it echo around the bathroom, even though I’m pushing so hard against my mouth that my fingers and lips are numb.
Tears bead at the corners of my eyes, and the whole world shakes as his fingers plunge in and out of me.
The only thing I can do is hold on and pray he has mercy.
But it seems like Jaxx isn’t the type to go easy, at least off the track.
As my orgasm comes down and my body starts to feel balanced again, I think that will be enough.
So, I ease my legs away from his ears, but he grips my thighs, pushing them back, holding me in place as he keeps lapping.
He nearly licks me clean, drinking down every single drop of my slick until I’m left shaking and gasping under him. The more pheromones he spreads over me, the more my scent disappears.
Jaxx finally eases my legs away, lifting his head, his lips shining with slick.
My throat is dry as I try to swallow down my moan. It isn’t fair that he looks even better like that, especially with flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes.
“Was that enough help?” He grins.
“You already know the answer to that,” I groan, my voice trembling as much as my legs.
My pussy twitches and my nipples still ache, but I want even more from him.
“Don't move,” he says. “I want to take care of you.”
I draw in a slow breath, wondering if that care includes releasing the bulge in his crotch that’s straining his suit.
He rises, picking up my suit and body warmer, lifting my heel so he can feed them over my legs.
“Come to my hotel room,” he says. “Let’s finish this properly.”
I give him a soft smile. “Not this time, Jaxx. There's too many people around.”
He leans forward, pressing another kiss to my lips. My taste spins with his as he licks my tongue, spreading it around my mouth before he pulls back with a smirk.
“So, there'll be a next time?” he asks as he digs his fingers into my thighs and draws the suit upwards.
I should have told him I had a change of clothes in the bag by our feet, but I don’t want him to stop.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss, refusing to answer the question. I am sure we’ll find a way to be together like this again, but I can’t promise him anything yet. Especially not when Maddock and Everest are here too.
It feels like things are only going to get messier, and making promises can make it even more complicated.
There’s something so heartwarming about how delicate he is.
He runs his hands over my legs as he pushes and pulls the suit up my body.
All his gentle strokes and touches after coming so hard make the omega in me bubble with happiness at his aftercare.
It means so much more than I can tell him, especially because of where we are.
He curves his arms around my back, pulling me up so I can rise with him, only breaking the kiss when we’re both standing.
“I'll wait for your answer then,” he says as he hitches the suit over my ass.
He reaches behind me and plucks the nearly empty bottle of scent-blocking spray, waggling it at me.
“I don't mind going out here smelling of you, but you probably have different thoughts.”
“Like you waiting in here until I'm a million miles away so no one catches us together?” I ask.
“Oh, come on, sweetheart, don't be like that. We could just tell everyone we're scent matches and make life a whole lot easier for us.”
I shake my head. Because how will he react if he finds out I matched with Maddock and Everest as well? And how are Jaxx and Everest going to be when I talk to them about it? I don’t want them to find out in a way that could hurt any of them.
The matches happened too quickly, and the races came so fast that I haven’t stopped to really think about what it will mean to bond with all three of them and form a pack. If any of them wanted it? Or if I could even handle it.
“I'm not taking that kind of risk. Especially when you're so close to the finals,” I say.
“It could improve everything by one hundred percent.” He grins.
Not if I know Maddock, it won’t.
I’m so soft and easy that I stopped thinking of consequences as soon as he knelt for me. But it’s time for reality to hit, and time to be honest.
I spray the last of the bottle around us, knowing from experience that it won’t make a difference. I’ll tell my bodyguards to give Jaxx the extra bottle from the car my other bodyguard parked up after I'd made a run for it.
“Promise you'll wait at least five minutes,” I say.
“You have my word,” he replies as he steals one last kiss, pulling my suit up to my waist, and whispering against my lips.
“See you around, sweetheart,” he says, echoing my words from the last time we met.