Chapter 25
Holly
My heart pounds in time with my breathing as Jaxon dives back in for a kiss that sucks the soul right out of my body.
Holy hell. I grip his shirt, pulling him toward me, letting the need pour off of me as his lips trail along my jaw and down my throat.
He brings me back up to the feverish speed we were at in my bedroom, earlier this evening, before we were interrupted.
Jaxon’s fingers weave through my hair, tugging back insistently to bare my neck to him as his other hand toys with my shirt’s hem, teasing the sliver of skin it finds before sneaking up underneath.
I gasp at the feel of his thumb skimming against the underside of the thin material of my bra, aching for it to be against my skin.
“Skin, Jaxon. I need you to touch skin.”
Jaxon rumbles with need as he takes my mouth, tongue-fucking me breathless as he pulls me onto his lap. I suck in a tight inhale the second his hard dick presses against my aching center, and he grits his teeth. He looks around, noticing we could be visible with the candlelight.
“As much as I fucking love candlelight glowing on your skin, I can’t have the neighbors seeing you like this.”
Jaxon leans forward with me in his arms, and I chuckle lightly as he pushes the top of the candle back onto the big jar, snuffing out the flame.
Moonlight filters in, taking the candlelight’s place, and it’s just as alluring.
He settles back against the back of the couch, pulling my softness back tightly against his hardness.
We both moan quietly into each other’s mouths as I unbutton all of his shirt buttons, and his fingers trace beneath my shirt, drawing circles along my spine, hips, sides, and lower back.
They dip below my waistband, teasing my panty line, then grasping as much skin of my ass as he can before kneading the soft flesh.
I mewl softly against his lips, and I sense he won’t deny me anything I want.
He flicks the button of my jeans, lowering the zipper so that he has more access to get his big hands back down my pants to knead my hot skin.
My fingers pull his shirt apart, trailing over his delicious pecs and abs like I’m deciding on dessert and which I’ll devour first. My lips leave his to trail along his neck, and I smile softly as he groans as quietly as possible, knowing he’s loving every little touch they make against his skin.
He delves his fingers lower, finding the gusset of my panties soaked, and his dick jerks with excitement against me as I flick open his button and zip down his fly.
I hum in encouragement, teasing his waistband as his hand dives beneath my panty line.
My lips find his again, and I swivel my hips a little, desperate to find a way to get his fingers inside of me.
A little pip of elation squeaks past my lips when he works farther beneath the hemline, finding my bare skin slick for him.
“Fuck…” he breathes harshly when I swivel my hips again at the same time I grasp his cock, and his fingers skitter across the wet seam of me.
They tease lightly, tracing me before he pulls out of the back of my pants to slip down the front of them.
I sigh with contentment when they lightly circle my clit, my hips jolting in pleasure before he slips them back down, sliding two fingers deep into my pussy.
“Oh my,” I pant, grinding back against him as my body makes embarrassingly wet sounds against his fingers.
“Damn, Sweetheart, this cunt is crying for me.”
I bite down on my lip hard, nodding my head for him.
“Please tell me that you’re feeling fucking dangerous tonight,” Jaxon growls low through his gritted teeth as I stroke him slowly.
“Please–I need–” I can’t finish my words.
I try to climb off of him to show him that I need his body inside of me.
Jaxon’s on my level, fumbling with my jeans and pulling them down as I use my feet to get out of them.
He’s lifting his hips and tugging his down as I straddle back over him, cock in my hand, pressing his head into me.
“Cupcake, fuck, oh fuck–you’ve gotta stay quiet though. Oh fuck…” he whispers hotly as I work onto the hard length of him.
His fingers rub my clit while another kneads my ass, relaxing me as best he can as we both bite our lips to stay quiet.
Between the way he circles my clit and the look of pure bliss washing over his face with every inch I take, I can’t hold my first orgasm back.
It only drives him the rest of the way inside, welcoming his body home deep within mine.
He’s panting hard, hand on my heart before he grabs my throat and pulls my lips down to devour them.
“If that happened every damn time you slid down my cock, I’d be the happiest guy on earth.
You have no idea what that does for a man’s ego.
” We both chuckle, then moan softly when I raise a little and drop hard.
Talking time is over. With every rise, Jaxon’s there, gripping my shoulders and pulling me back down as he thrusts up into me.
It’s savage and hot, and before I know it, I’m back on the precipice, trembling so hard I can’t rise and fall on my own anymore. Jaxon curses low and filthy.
“On the floor, Hol. On your hands and knees, ass up high, baby.” I clench around him hard, loving the muttered fuck he stutters out. He lifts me off since I’m struggling to even think and helps me to the floor next to the table.
Within seconds, he’s deep back in me, and now we don’t have to worry about the couch creaking or slapping against the house.
Pulling my back up against his chest, he drags his teeth up my neck to my ear.
“Now I can fuck you nice and deep, but baby, you’re twisting me inside out, and this isn’t going to last long.
Plus, the thought of getting caught has me sweating bullets. ”
“Start moving, Jaxon.” I breathe out heavily.
Jaxon grabs me by the hair, pushing me back down insistently as he pulls out to the tip and slides back in, gripping my hip hard and letting out another whispered expletive.
I love the sound of his breath catching right along with mine as he loses himself inside me.
Within minutes, I’m unraveling. Jaxon leans over me, closing his palm over my mouth, pressing his against the nape of my neck and groaning quietly as he plunges deep, his cock releasing rhythmically into me and prolonging my pleasure.
He fidgets behind us, finding my panties and using them to catch any evidence of our coupling as we disengage.
Let’s face it, sex is realistically messy, not like half of the books we get lost in, but the idea of either of our cum being discovered on this floor is mortifying.
“Sorry, babe. Just being extra cautious,” he whispers, standing and fixing his pants.
“If you wouldn’t have, I would have.”
“I think that was a tad more than making out. Can you stand?” He holds out a hand to help me.
“Maybe.” Hey, it answers both questions.
We both snicker as I stumble to my feet, and he smothers the laugh with his lips.
Being ever the gentleman that he is, he stoops and helps me get my wobbly legs into the jeans, pulling them up my legs for me.
He’s too sweet. I set to work fastening them as he turns on his phone’s flashlight to assess that nothing is left behind and all is back in place.
“I think we’re good,” he whispers in relief.
“I know you’re good,” I toss back wickedly.
“You keep stroking my ego. I won’t tell you to stop.”
“So humble.”
We both snort.
“We both know you love my cock.”
“Yes, I do love it.”
“Damn, I love hearing you say it.”
Jaxon grabs me by the waist and pulls me close, tucking my hair behind my ear, his playfulness all gone when he tenderly brushes his lips against the pulse throbbing in my neck.
“What I would give to have you at home right now. You turn me inside out. There’s so much I want to say and do.”
I shiver, knowing that his dark whispers mean more than he’s saying, more than I’m ready to voice aloud.
He pulls back, his moonlit face looking me over.
The moment feels even more intimate than what we just did.
Raw. The conversations I had tonight weigh heavily on my mind.
I think I could love this man. Looking up at him now, I can see what everyone else can.
This man does love me. It’s undeniable. My eyes sting with unshed emotion, and his bounce back and forth between mine, trying to gauge what’s going on.
“Talk to me,” he whispers.
“I can’t. It’s too much right now.”
“Okay.” He sucks in a breath, pressing a kiss to my forehead. Damn, he’s so patient with me. “Let’s get you to bed.”
We walk back into the mostly dark and quiet house, except for the soft sound of the TV on in the living room and a side table lamp glowing.
He switches it all off and follows me up the steps to my bedroom door.
One of his strong arms leans over my head on the doorframe, his palm pushing me against it as he dips down to kiss me goodnight in the dark.
“Goodnight, Cupcake.”
“Goodnight, Jax.”
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Jaxon
I shuffle out of the hallway bathroom in athletic shorts, eyeing Holly’s bedroom door as I close myself in the guest room.
This is not where I want to be. Dragging my hands down my face, I realize just how close I was to spilling my guts outside.
It was evident after our ‘make out session’ that she’s just as affected by what’s between us.
She feels it; she’s just so damn scared to let go.
I open my eyes, feeling for the corner of the covers to pull back and crawl into bed.
Not even five minutes into laying there, I hear my door jiggle.
I didn’t lock it. A smirk tilts my lips up as I throw back the covers to hustle across the room and open it before the rattling wakes her parents downstairs.
I open the door, but all I see is darkness.
There’s not even a sliver of lamplight coming from beneath her door.
I frown, then jump when something jets past my ankles. What the hell?
Tigger.
I close the door, turning and looking for the giant fluff of fur. Sure enough, the tank is standing in the center of my pulled back covers.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I whisper at the cat as he settles into a loaf. Tigger makes a little trilling noise that makes me chuff with amusement.
“Scoot over. At least I’ll have someone to snuggle tonight.” Upon further thinking, I slant my eyes at the cat as I pull up the covers around me. “So you know, I’m a light sleeper. If you so much as crack an eye thinking you’re going to smother me in my sleep, you’ve got another thing coming.”
Tigger begins purring, kneading his paws into the mattress like it’s dough.
I settle in next to the monster cat, and he stands, stretching long legs while letting me get comfy as he continues to purr and knead.
Stepping forward, he rubs against my face with the entire length of his chubby body, and I pffft the fuzz that rubs against my mouth and bat his tail away.
He turns and bats at my hand before he does one more circle and lays his chunky head against my shoulder.
I stare at the ceiling with eyes wide open, wondering how I ended up sleeping with the cat curled up on me instead of the girl of my dreams. Unable to fall asleep, I count ticks of the old clock on the dresser across the room until I can’t count anymore.
Almost asleep, the sound of a sticky tongue lapping over and over peels my lids back again.
I rub my hand down my face in annoyance, then rest it atop my head.
Minutes pass but feel like hours as the incessant sound fills the quiet.
I refuse to interrupt him in fear he’ll just start all over again.
It’s only after fuzzball licks the entirety of his fur that I realize he has zero intention of murdering me in my sleep.
That would ruin his bath. Finally, after an eternity of ticks and schlicks later, Tigger tucks his head in my armpit and starts purring.
Only then does sleep take me.