Chapter 21
Blaze
“What are we doing for din—oomph,” Jaxon grunted when I pushed him against the closed apartment door.
My lips met his in a hot kiss, and he moaned quietly in the back of his throat, his lips opening beneath mine so I could deepen it.
When his tongue danced with mine, I groaned and gripped his hips, yanking his body closer to mine so we aligned perfectly.
His dick was already hard, and I shuddered when it pressed against mine.
“If you’re only teasing me again, I’m going to punch you,” Jaxon rasped when I parted our lips.
“Not teasing,” I assured him, then grabbed his hand in mine.
Spinning, I headed for my bedroom, tugging him behind me.
As soon as we were in the dark room, I spun around and sealed our lips together again.
It’d been fucking weeks since I’d been with anyone, but I knew nothing had ever felt like being with Jaxon did.
Being with him was all-consuming. When I was touching him, the rest of the world fell away.
When we were kissing, a hunger burned inside of me so blazingly hot, I could barely fucking breathe when it was over.
He drove me crazy, and I knew without a shred of doubt that Jaxon was it for me.
My feelings for him made no fucking sense, but I didn’t need them to.
I just needed to know I felt them, that he returned them, and everything was alright in the world.
I parted our lips long enough to peel Jaxon’s shirt over his head, and then my lips and hands were on his upper body.
He sucked in a sharp breath when I nipped at a sensitive spot on his neck, and unable to help myself, I began to mark him, wanting the entire fucking world to know who he belonged to.
Me.
I needed anyone who looked at him to know he was taken by yours truly and that he was off the market for the rest of our fucking lives.
“Christ,” Jaxon hissed. He gripped my hoodie and yanked it up.
I helped him tug it over my head, then yanked my own shirt off right after.
When our upper bodies met, Jaxon whimpered, and fuck, it did something to me to know how desperate he was to have the skin-to-skin contact.
When our lips met again, it was slower, no longer as frenzied.
Feeling his body against mine made me want to savor him.
“Bed,” Jaxon whispered, his lips brushing mine as he said the single word.
I backed him up toward the mattress, and when the back of his legs hit the side, he sat down, then laid back, looking up at me through his black-rimmed glasses with all the trust in the fucking world.
My chest felt like it was going to cave in, but instead of letting what I was feeling show on my face, not wanting to freak him out, I crawled onto the mattress between his legs.
“Can I?” I asked, my fingers playing with the top of his jeans.
When he nodded, I undid the button and slid down the zipper, then began tugging his jeans down his thighs until I could toss them to the floor.
His cock was tenting his boxers, and when I gripped the hem, he nodded once more, letting me know it was okay to take those off, too.
Finally, he was naked in front of me, his cock hard and leaking.
I smoothed my hands up his hair-roughened thighs, and he shuddered.
His eyes went all hazy when I leaned down and licked a stripe from his knee to the crease of his thigh.
Then, pressing my nose to the crease of his thighs, I inhaled the scent of him, groaning low in my throat.
“You still good, baby?” I asked, my voice low and throaty. I wanted this so badly with him, but this was a first for me—giving a guy head—and it was a first for him—receiving head from a man. I didn’t want to push him too far.
“I’m fine,” he told me. He gripped my hair in his fist, narrowing his eyes at me. “Stop fucking about, Blaze.”
I grinned. There was my Jax.
I swiped my tongue up his length, gathering his precum on my tongue when I reached his tip.
Then, I swallowed him down as much as I could, doing what I’d had done to me previously.
And it was apparently the right thing to do because he moaned long and loud, his fingers tightening in my hair.
When I flicked my gaze up to look at him, I found him already staring down at me, his lips parted and his cheeks flushed.
“You’re too good at this,” he moaned before his head fell back. I groaned around him, precum leaking from the tip of my cock at his praise.
Reaching for the nightstand, I grabbed the lube, then cracked it open, using my abdominal muscles to keep me upright as I continued bobbing my head.
I squirted lube onto my fingers, then probed at his entrance.
He tensed, so I rubbed my finger around his puckered rim, doubling down on my efforts to get him off.
“Fuck,” he hissed when I finally got inside of him. I moaned, my eyelids fluttering. He was so tight and warm, and I knew no matter how much I stretched him, he was going to strangle my cock.
And I couldn’t fucking wait.
He jerked, then gasped my name when I stroked my finger over his prostate. I did it one more time, and he tensed, then came in my mouth, his ass spasming around my finger. I swallowed what I could, but I was a fucking rookie, so some dribbled out the corners of my mouth and leaked down my chin.
Pulling off of him, I swiped my thumb along my chin, then sucked the cum off while my eyes were locked with his. He groaned, then shuddered when I continued stroking him from the inside, trying to stretch him out to take me.
“You’re killing me,” he moaned, the heels of his feet digging into the bed as he pushed down on my finger, so fucking eager.
“Going to be so fucking worth it,” I promised, then slipped my finger out and went back in with two.
He hissed at the stretch but forced himself to relax.
I kept my gaze locked on his face, watching as he moaned and writhed on the mattress as I fucked my fingers in and out of him, stroking the pads of my fingers over that bundle of nerves inside of him as I did so.
Finally, fucking finally, I had him stretched enough for my comfort. I swiped my fingers on my pants, then took them off and fell onto my back beside him. Jax frowned at me. “That better not be it,” he hissed, growing frustrated.
I grabbed the lube and cracked it open before slicking my cock up.
His was already hard again, his precum having made a mess all over his lower stomach, creating a sticky mess of his happy trail.
“It’s not. You’re going to ride me. Research said that’s easier for your first time. Condoms could make it easier, too—”
“No condom,” he said, moving to straddle me. “I need to feel you, Blaze.”
Christ.
He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose once he was hovering over my cock. Reaching down, he gripped my base, then angled it before notching it at his opening. I hissed when he began to sink down on me slowly. Fuck, he was so tight. “I don’t want anything between us.”
I didn’t either. We were both clean, both got regular check-ups. I wanted him to be the first and only person I ever went bare with.
“I love you,” I rasped once he was seated fully on me.
He leaned down and sealed our lips together in a kiss that wreaked havoc on my soul.
“I love you, too,” he told me, his voice low and quiet.
Reverent. Then, he leaned up and began to ride me like a pro instead of this being his first time.
His thigh muscles flexed, and his abs rolled with every downward stroke until finally, I was gripping his hips and fucking up into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“I’m fucking close,” I choked out, my balls drawing up tight. “Need you to come again, baby.” The desperation to feel his ass clench on my cock like it had my finger was nearly all-consuming.
He wrapped his fist around himself and stroked one, two, three times, and then, he was coming, shuddering on top of me.
His hole spasmed around me and began milking my cock.
I growled his name, my fingers tightening on his hips as I spilled inside of him, coming so fucking hard, my vision momentarily whited out.
Jaxon rolled to the side of me, then scooted closer, wrapping his arm and thigh over me before resting his head on my chest. I cradled the back of his head, then pressed a kiss to his hair. “Want to clean up?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Deal with it later,” he whispered. “I want to sleep.”
I eased his glasses off his face, then set them on my nightstand. Once I tugged the blankets over us, I closed my eyes as well, tightening my hold on him. With my other hand gripping his thigh, I closed my eyes and allowed myself to fall asleep too with my man wrapped around me.