Chapter 15 #2
“Come here, Cupcake,” I whisper, turning her face toward me so I can kiss the trail running down her cheek.
She turns and throws her arms around my neck, and damn if my heart doesn’t just about shatter in her hands.
She can have every piece if it’ll make her feel better.
I lift her into my lap and pull the hair from her face as my lips take their time memorizing the lines and feel of hers.
“Will you let me prove it?” I whisper against her velvety skin.
Holly nods, leaning further into the kiss while playing with the hair at the nape of my neck.
Her fingers travel down the front of my shirt, toying with the hem before roving beneath along my lower abs.
I suck in a breath because, damn, that felt nice, but I don’t want her to think that’s all I want from her.
“Hol, as much as I love that, I don’t want you to think I brought you down here to cop a feel.”
“You didn’t?”
“I really mean everything I just said.”
“Good. I hope so. With that said, what if I wanted to cop a feel?” she whispers darkly against the shell of my ear, and I feel my resistance breaking.
“I mean, I’m not going to tell you no.”
Holly giggles low and sultry, the sound of it warming me as much as it turns me on. Her lips tug lightly on my earlobe before she grazes it with her teeth, and I shudder, sucking in a sharp breath.
“You like to toe a dangerous line, don’t you?” I ask, already knowing the answer. She proved that much at the little rest area today.
“You make me feel dangerous,” she puffs out, tracing her finger along one of my cut lines and along the waistband of my jeans. Fuuuuuuuuck.
“How dangerous are we talking?”
Her lips dance across mine before she deepens the kiss. She attempts to lift my shirt, but I pull it back down as I pull away from the kiss.
“Come with me.”
I pat her butt in the universal ‘let’s get up’ way, and we both stand.
Snagging the blankets, I shove them under an arm and lead her toward the shoreline, where the trees are thicker.
I eye one with a larger trunk and pull out my phone, eyeing the ground for any snakes or nearby things we don’t want.
“What if they see your light?” Holly whispers.
“I don’t give a fuck. We’re not getting bit by a snake or getting a rash. I don’t believe any of them would come looking unless you screamed.”
Holly takes an audible, deep breath.
“You underestimate Jane.”
I chuckle louder than I mean to as I lay down the thicker blanket. I turn off the flashlight and pull Holly to me, finding her lips with ease. She’s pliant beneath my palms, and I squeeze her ass as her digits crawl back under my shirt.
“Now, I’ll ask again. How dangerous are we talking, Holly?”
“I’ve been thinking about sitting on your dick all damn day, Jaxon.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuck.
I suck in a breath. I was expecting some heavy petting. Not that.
“Was earlier not quite enough?”
“It only made me more hungry for you.”
A soft rumble crawls up my throat as I tease her waistband along the front, before sliding around toward the back, where my hand dips beneath her thong-line and grasps a handful of her ass.
It’s perfect. She drags her lips along my Adam’s apple, up to my jawline, and I clench my teeth because it feels so damn good.
“Hmmm, I’m going to have to feed you then. Can’t have you going hungry.”
“Please, feed me.”
“I never expected those three words to ever come out sounding that hot.”
“Jaxon…” Holly warns breathlessly as I feel her fumbling with the button of her jeans.
“Give me that mouth,” I demand, latching onto her feverishly as I take her button clasp from her hands and pop the button fully. She moans softly when I unzip the zipper and yank the ass of her jeans over her luscious skin, along with her underwear.
“You know the drill: one leg out,” I whisper hotly next to her ear before grazing my teeth down the side of her neck.
She hums from the sensation while I help her shake a leg out of her jeans.
She gets a gold star at multitasking though because she’s somehow managed to already free my zipper during all of that.
My fingers find her slick, and we both moan into each other’s mouths when I slide a digit deep.
“Sit, Jaxon,” she commands, yanking on my jeans so they fall around my thighs. I feel like a horny teenager trying to make it with my pants at the ready, as in, ready to be pulled up in seconds should they have to be.
I make a home against the trunk of the big tree, grabbing her thighs and pulling her close before she can sit down. My tongue darts out, licking up the seam of her and groaning low, the first taste of her intoxicating me.
“Spread those legs, Sweetheart.”
A huff of stuttered air sounds above me, and I grin darkly, feeling her legs quiver slightly as she does what I ask like the good girl she is. I reward her with another, this lick longer, deeper, as my fingers skate up her inner thigh to her wet center.
“Such a good girl,” I whisper hotly against her clit, flicking it lightly with my tongue just once before sliding my finger in–up to the knuckle. She breathes in deep, whimpers, then groans, sinking her fingers into my hair and tugging hard when I slip in a second finger.
“Oh, fuck,” Holly whimpers as her knees threaten to give way. It only emboldens me.
“One hand on the tree,” I demand, throwing her bare leg over my shoulder as I grasp her ass and pull her tight against my mouth.
She has no choice but to do exactly that in order to stay upright.
I curl my fingers, and her pussy jerks in my mouth.
I let her clit pop out. “Remember, they’re all right up there.
Your sounds are mine, not theirs, got it? ”
“Uh-huh…” she moans out as quietly as possible, and it ends in a gasp when I suck her clit back into my mouth with an eager pull.
That was hot. Her legs really start to shake, and I begin to wonder how much longer she’ll be able to stand.
I look up at her while I twist my wrist back and forth, and she tenses, her mouth opening on a silent scream as I tip her over the edge.
Her gasping pants have me teetering on the edge of insanity as she bucks against my mouth and fingers.
I work her until she pulls her leg off my shoulder.
“Is that better?” I ask, giving her an out if she really doesn’t want to go further out here. Letting her know this is about her, not me.
“Fuck no. Give me more,” she pants as she drops and grabs my chin before slashing her lips over mine, her legs straddling me.
She reaches between us and notches my rock hard cock at her center and sucks in a sharp breath with me as she impales herself on my tip.
Her grip tightens on my jaw as she begins to work herself onto my rigid length.
She looks feral with need, her plush lips parted.
“Now, I want to watch you as I take what I want,” she breathes out as she swallows me inch by fucking glorious inch.
I gulp, mesmerized and fucking hot for this untamed version of her.
When I place my hand on her hip to help, she bats it off with a frustrated little growl that has my lips turning up at the corner. “Just feel me.”
I lay my head back against the trunk in blatant surrender, watching as her lips part further with every inch of me she takes, and gasping with her every time she gasps and squeezes.
By the time she takes all of me, I’m panting, grasping at the blanket because every part of me that surrendered to just feeling her is screaming now.
She unlocked something feral in me, and I don’t want to put it back in its cage.
“How’s that, Sweetheart?” I ask roughly, barely containing myself. Her muscles tighten in reaction to my pet name, and I thud my head back, reining in the quiet groan when I really want to roar. “You’ve really warmed to that nickname. I don’t know which one you like better.”
Holly circles her hips to test me out, and I almost lay her out on the blanket.
Why did I let her on top again? Because you’re not a ruthless savage.
This was about her. Right. My breath stutters from my lips, and Holly zeroes in on them, smirking as she swivels her hips again.
She tugs my shirt in a fist and raises, riding a few times like I would imagine her riding a saddled horse.
I almost lose it when she sits all the way down and grinds back and forth, seeking her pleasure.
Seeing her this way, taking what she wants? Her pleasure is my pleasure.
“Hol,” I grit between my teeth in warning. This is not going to last near as long as I’d like.
“Jax…” she draws out as she rides again before grinding this time in a circle.
“Oh, fuck, honey. I’m not going to make it ver–” she cuts me off with a hard kiss, picking up her pace and riding me harder.
I feel her tighten around me and groan into the kiss as quietly as possible.
She does something with her hips that has me gasping, and she tears away from my mouth with a sexy as fuck grin.
“Is that good?” she pants, and I try to think about baseball stats.
“Fuuuuck,” I draw out low, failing.
“I want it, Jax,” Holly whimpers, and I grit my teeth.
“What do you want? It’s yours,” I pant, ready to agree to anything.
“Fill me.”
She knows exactly how to play me. I’ll gladly mark her.
“I plan to.”
“Oh–”
“Yes, fuck, you squeeze so good.”
“I–” she stammers, losing thought as she chases her high right along with me. I can’t hold back any longer. I grab her waist with one hand and hook another under her arm and over her shoulder, ready to lift and slam her down onto me.
“Hold on to me. No screaming.”
“Huh?” she asks breathlessly before I lift her then slam her down hard on my cock.
Her face scrunches as her cunt clamps down around me, and I do it again, and again, and fucking again as we both detonate on silent gasps.
Holly leans her head back to the sky as I grind her pulsing body on mine, and when she takes in a deep breath, I cover her mouth to muffle her cry, burying my parted lips in her neck.
When she sags against me, I pull her face to mine for a savage kiss.
Hooked. I'm fucking hooked on this woman.
“I wish you were in my bed tonight. Waking up with you curled beside me was something I could get used to.”
“Hmm…” Holly hums as she disengages from me; I fucking miss her already. “I better not spoil you too much too soon,” she tosses playfully as she puts herself back together, and I stand to do the same.
I snag her by the waist and tickle her ribs, and she lets out a titter that has my cheeks stretching so wide they hurt.
“Fine. Have it your way, for now.” I pinch her butt before bending to grab the blanket. “Let’s get back to the party.”
Something dark enough to blend in with the grass slithers against my fingertips when I grab the corner of the blanket, and I shudder.
Totally glad we didn’t know that sucker was there.
I won’t mention it. Now I have a case of the willies.
Looking up at Holly to see if she noticed anything, I blow out a breath of relief and smirk as I watch her tugging at her clothes and primping in hopes nobody will notice what we were up to.
Her lips are swollen. It’s all in vain. I don’t really care who knows how much I dig this girl.
In fact, I love the fact they’ll see that she’s been claimed.
At the top of the hill, it’s dark and silent. Well, looks like the party took themselves inside.