Chapter 21
Jaxon
It’s a little after nine. I pull off my white tee as I meander to my bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready to crawl under my sheets.
As the minutes tick by, the chance of Holly showing up on my doorstep dwindle.
Maybe a mindless show will help me get her off my mind.
I know she’s with the gals, and I don’t want to bug her or be that guy, but man, she is front and center of my entire brain all day, every day anymore. Obsessed is putting it mildly.
Buzz.
Cupcake: Where’s your key?
I smirk, spitting out the last of my toothpaste before giving a quick swish.
I check to make sure my pits are still fresh as I make my way to the front door, lazily pulling it open with a broad grin.
Holly’s eyes drift over me from head to toe, and I play it up, reaching to grab the top of the doorframe and leaning into it so she can get a load of muscle.
Her eyes light up like Christmas, and I eat it up.
“I, uh, brought you lasagna. Damn, you look good in sweats. I can’t think what else I was going to say.”
I chuckle hard, letting my arm fall from the frame as I reach out to grab her hand and tug her inside. She has a bag with her. A man can only hope.
“What’s in the bag, Cupcake?” I ask, taking the covered plate of lasagna and walking it to the kitchen. I stick it in the fridge before turning and grabbing her face with both hands and kissing her hello properly and deeply.
“Uh…hi,” she whispers, reaching up to grasp my wrists lightly for connection.
“Hello,” I answer, tracing her jawline with my thumbs.
“I still can’t think with all that skin and just your sweats,” she answers, so cutely flustered; I peck her again.
“Thank you for the food. It’ll make a great lunch tomorrow.”
“What’d you have for dinner?” she asks curiously, and I let go of her to stand straight and take the bag from her shoulder.
“A turkey sandwich. You still didn’t answer my question.”
“You asked a question?”
“Do the grey sweats really do it for you?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Noted. Especially if I for some reason piss you off.”
“Not fair.”
“Totally fair. No different than flashing your tits mid-argument.”
She laughs, and it’s the best sound in the world.
“I’ll remember that as well.”
I lift the bag up and down. It’s got enough things in it to be an overnighter.
“What’s in the bag?”
She flushes.
“I don’t want to be presumptuous.”
“By all means, if it’s what I think it is, presume away, Sweetheart.”
“May I stay?”
Reaching back into the fridge, I grab two bottles of water and turn off the kitchen light before bending down to whisper next to her ear. “You’ll never hear a ‘no’ when it comes to you curled up in my bed.”
She melts into the touch of my arm brushing against her. I nudge her, indicating for her to follow me. Setting her bag on the master bathroom counter, I flick on the overhead mirror light and walk back into the darkened bedroom where she stands.
“Make yourself at home. I know it’s not as big as your place–”
“Jax?” she asks, cutting my words off.
“Hmmm?” I ask, turning and noticing her unbuttoning her shirt. My body thrums alive–not that I wasn’t already imagining her naked body writhing beneath mine, but seeing her start without me…
“Shut up and kiss me.”
I flick on the lamp next to the bed, half-tempted to comment on the bratty ‘shut up’, but I sense we’re not really playing right now.
At least not the way we played the other night.
Walking over to her, I run a finger from her navel to the hollow of her throat, smirking with how pretty she is.
Tipping up her chin with my finger, I bend, stopping my lips a hairsbreadth away from kissing hers.
“Do you want me?”
“Jax–”
“Answer me, Sweetheart.”
“I need you.”
The sound of those words off her tongue elicit a rumble from the depths of my chest as I finger the two sides of her unbuttoned shirt and yank it open, pull her body flush with my chest, and tear it down her arms. I swallow her gasp of surprise and taste the remnants of wine on her tongue.
It’s intoxicating. All Holly, and full of carnal promise.
“Then you’ll have me.”
Dainty fingers coast up my abs, dancing across as much skin as she wants as I devour her mouth, not leaving a corner of it unexplored.
Her breasts heave against my chest, and when her arms wrap around my neck, I back her up against the bedroom wall.
My hands lazily draw paths along her skin, teasing the edges of her lace-covered tits, and lower, skimming along the waistband of her jeans.
She reaches down to undo her button, so I grab those feisty little fingers and press them up over her head against the wall, trapping them within my grasp as I do the honors.
She arches against me, seeking my body’s warmth and moaning into the kiss when I lower the zipper, pushing down the denim from around her hips.
She’s antsy, using her feet to shuffle out of the jeans, and I allow it, but that’s as antsy as I’ll let her get about it.
Drawing a slow path up her thigh, I trace her supple skin, memorizing curves and dips before releasing her bra’s clasp.
I pull away a strap, bending to kiss the exposed skin of her shoulder before nipping and dragging my lips to the other.
She squirms against me, capturing my thigh between hers and sighing when I flex it back against the hot center of her.
Every time she speeds the rhythm of her hips up, I back off the friction, and her delicious little huffs of frustration fuel me to keep teasing.
I trace tiny circles around her pert nipples through the lace as my tongue dances along the swells peeking over the cups.
A victorious, little whine escapes her when my fingertips finally tease beneath the fabric, spreading to grasp and knead her ample flesh.
She sighs with relief, leaning her head back against the wall.
I take her moment of relief away by pressing my thigh back against her fully.
At the same time, I pull the cup away and draw her nipple into my mouth.
She gasps my name, surprised by the sudden switch of tempo, and her hands fight mine to be freed.
I let them go, groaning against her skin when her fingers immediately thread their way into my hair.
Cupping her hot pussy through the satin of her panties, I hum with pleasure, finding her wet and aching for me.
Her hips circle, and she lets out a little noise of discontent that there’s still fabric between us. Her fingers tease beneath the band of my joggers, finding me bare and rock hard for her.
“That’s insanely hot,” she murmurs against my lips, pushing me back toward my bed as she fidgets with the waistband, pushing them down over the swell of my ass. “This ass. I love it.”
“Ditto. And by that, I mean yours,” I chuckle back.
I hum with delight when she pushes me down onto the bed, yanking down my pants the rest of the way with the action.
Her eyes stare hard at my cock as she pulls them from my ankles, pupils blowing wide when I spread my thighs a bit and run my fist up and down its rigid length.
She bites her lip, reaching down to pet her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties.
“Take them off, Hol,” I growl, needing to see all of her. She wiggles them off, and I pat the bed beside my thigh. “Put one foot up here and let me watch you pet yourself again.”
She slips her foot up beside me.
“Why do you call me Hol and not Hollz like the others?”
“Because that nickname is mine, like you. Not theirs.” I watch with rapt fascination as her fingers skate over her glistening skin.
She dips between her lips once. A soft groan of approval wrenches from my lips, and I grip my cock tighter.
Dying to taste her, I reach out and capture her wrist, pulling her slick fingers into my mouth and swirling my tongue around them, letting her essence mingle so I can savor it.
She bends forward, caging me in with her arms, and takes a lazy kiss from me, moaning softly when our tongues dance together and she samples herself. It’s hot and dirty, and fuck I want her.
“Your thick fingers stroking that big cock have my insides screaming to suck it down my throat.”
“Such a dirty mouth. I need it.”
She lowers herself onto the floor between my knees.
Her round, golden brown eyes stare wide up at me as she covers my stroking hand with hers.
She bends in and swirls her tongue around the head, and I shiver, letting go of my dick so she can take over.
I reach forward, gathering up all of her pretty waves in my fist so they don’t get in the way.
My throat rumbles softly as she teases me.
I shift my ass closer to the edge of the bed, spreading wider to let her in.
This pleases her, a low hum of approval whispering across her lips as she cups my balls with her free hand while she strokes me.
I hold her hair, watching with my lips parted as she tentatively laps her tongue over the crown, swirling around it, then teasing the slit of me with the tip of it.
She slides her eyes up to me in the sexiest of ways, and my lips fall open in a gasp when she finally takes the head of me between her lips, stretching wide and smoothing their way down, down, down, until she can’t anymore.
“Holy-fucking-hell, Hol…” I exaggerate between gritted teeth, fighting not to thrust into her throat.
She plays with me, testing out what makes my stomach clench and my thighs tighten, moaning when she wrenches little sounds of pleasure from me.
I groan at the sound she makes every now and then, when she takes me back just a little too far and gags, then swallows, trying to regain her composure.
“I need you to come,” I pant out harshly to her, fighting letting go and blowing in her mouth. She has no idea that if that happens, it’ll be a first for me. Would she even let me? That’ll have to be a different time. I want inside of her.
I bend forward to grab her, but she pushes me back against the bed, hand splayed across my lower abs, her eyes intent on mine.
Oh hell, that’s what she wants. I lean my head back, letting her continue to steer the reins, and she hums in approval.
I spread my legs wider, reaching forward and tangling my other hand deep in her hair and allowing my hips to slide forward and back just a little, just to help.
Her pupils dilate more, another soft moan escaping her.
She lets go of my balls and drags her nails up my inner thigh and over my hip to reach around me and squeeze my ass cheek as she pulls me deeper into her mouth.
“Do you like when I help?” I ask roughly, and her eyes water as she nods a little.
“More?” She nods again, and I curse under my breath, pressing deeper.
She gags a little but doesn’t pull back, breathing through it, relaxing into me.
She squeezes my ass, and I go deeper again.
Her breasts heave against my thighs, and I realize that she likes this.
“You enjoying this?”
She nods more fervently.
“Touch yourself. I’ll be gentle, but I’ll take it from here.” I stand so that I can can fuck her face with a better range of motion. “Tap my right thigh if you need me to back off. Tap my left thigh if you want more. Understand?”
She moans in response, slipping her fingers between her thighs. She makes a little sound of excitement, and her lids flutter when she makes contact with her clit. A shiver runs up her spine, her brows furrowing as her eyes lose focus a smidge, so I know she just swallowed a finger.
“Give that pussy at least two fingers, baby. She needs it.” I growl as I begin a slow thrust into her mouth, easing my way back.
Holly whimpers. “That’s my good girl.” I go deeper, but she taps my left thigh saying she wants more.
I curse, speeding up and pushing into her throat.
Her eyes roll back, and she squeezes my left thigh.
Fuuuck me, she’s going to be my little mouth slut.
I plunge into her throat, reveling in the choke and her tearful lashline, but she just rubs my left thigh, demanding more. Demanding all of me. A stuttery breath oozes out of me, my voice taking on a dangerous timbre.
“Cupcake, are you going to swallow every drop of me?”
She mewls around my cock, and her body stiffens. What a fucking sight. My hips pick up their pace, I want to come with her.
“Look at you,” I grit out, “unraveling while I–” I suck in a sharp breath as sparks shoot through my body, “come down this pretty throat,” I growl out as my release hits, groaning while watching her take every drop.
Her body goes lax against my thigh as I adoringly stroke her hair while we both catch our breath.
I drop back onto the bed and reach down to pull her up onto the bed next to me.
“Give me your fingers,” I whisper, catching her wrist and tasting her release on them before kissing her deeply, tasting us together.
Pulling back, I wipe the smudged mascara from beneath her lashes.
“Time for bed, beautiful.”
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Holly
I’m brushing my teeth in Jaxon’s bathroom, a satisfied smirk on my face when he walks in.
“I like having you in my space, here, before bed. Somehow I feel like we’ve skipped a lot of steps.”
Spitting and rinsing, I look back up at him in the reflection.
“The linen closet at the hospital could’ve told you that,” I snicker.
“Are you okay with all of that?”
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m not exactly one that likes to toe the whole proprietary expectations kind of thing. Been there, done that; it didn’t work well. I like what we have too.”
A soft smile touches the corner of his lips as he reminisces. “So, I shouldn’t send you home and say it’s ‘too soon’? Because there’s still time if, deep down, you just didn’t want to say it out loud.”
“I brought my overnight bag.”
“Fair point.” He presses a sweet kiss to the bare shoulder peeking out from beneath his white tee. He insisted I wear it to bed, heart-eyes practically bulging out of his head when I obliged him.
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” I ask tentatively, watching his head snap up.
“No,” Jaxon murmurs as he cages me in against the counter, pressing his body’s full length against mine as if we could be one person.
“If you could crawl inside my brain, it’d probably scare you how much faster I’d like to move.
” He flashes me a dimple, and my breath hitches before he kisses my cheek, smacks my ass, then walks out of the bathroom, leaving me there with a stunned expression while acting like he didn’t just drop a mini bomb at my feet.