Chapter 27
Holly
“Hey, you two, Dad and I are heading off to bed. What time is your flight tomorrow?” Mom asks, stifling a yawn.
“A little after eleven,” Jaxon says as he fights the induced yawn my mother cursed him with.
“Okay, I’ll make something quick for breakfast in the morning. I’m so glad you guys decided to come visit. You made my heart happy. And, Jaxon, thank you for dinner.”
“Thank you for having me, and it was my pleasure,” Jaxon replies in a heartfelt tone that my mom eats up.
“Don’t stay up too late, now. Goodnight.”
“Night, Momma,” I reply as she bends to kiss my head and pats Jaxon on the shoulder before disappearing down the hall.
“I really like them,” Jaxon murmurs, pulling me tighter to his side and tucking the blankets around us closer.
“They really like you.”
“I’m glad.”
“Thanks for talking me into this. Does your mom know about me?”
“She does.”
“And?”
“She’s already planning to come out for a visit soon.”
“No pressure there.”
“Nah, she’s a lot like your mom. A happy-go-lucky, kind soul, super easy to talk to. You have nothing to worry about with my parents. They already like you.”
“But they haven’t met me.”
“I’ve never really made a point to talk about my exes with them. But you, you’re different. They hear it in my voice.”
I squirm against him, filled with that fuzzy, warm feeling, but tons of nerves with the underlying message. Pushing that niggling beast of anxiety out of my mind, I decide to just let the happy take over. I can’t keep living with the worry.
“I had fun today.”
“Me too, Sweetheart. I want more of this.” He gestures to our current situation as he pulls his legs up onto the couch, turning longwise and helping me get comfy in between his thighs.
I rest along the hard plane of his stomach and place my chin on top of folded hands before sliding my eyes up to his.
He’s so handsome, hands relaxed on the pillow behind his head with his droolworthy biceps flexing out of his sleeves.
It makes me want to lick the swirls of ink. Gah…
“I want more of this too.”
“Yeah?” His eyes glitter with the idea.
“Yeah…” I answer with a soft smile. I lay my head down, watching more of the movie, melting into his chest more when his fingers lightly rake through my hair.
When his hand slows on my head and gets heavier near the end of the movie, I peer up and giggle at the sight of his head tipped back against the pillows, lips parted slightly in sleep.
A dreamy, contented sigh leaves his lips, and damn, I don’t want to wake him.
I don’t have to because his head bobs back up like he realized he was falling asleep, and he peers down at me, a sleepy smile spreading across his face as his heavy fingers pull back a few errant strands. I can’t fight it anymore.
I shift, crawling up his chest the rest of the way, feeling his palms skim up my arms as I climb across his lap and pull his face into my hands and lay one on him.
It’s like his brain hasn’t caught up from just waking as he stiffens then melts into the kiss.
It doesn’t take long though before I feel an insistent nudge between my thighs.
I smile against his lips while he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me closer.
I reach behind his head to flick off the lamp, and he sighs into the kiss, happy with my decision.
“You look so fucking snuggly in my hoodie like that.”
“And you look really cute jolting awake from a little nap.”
“I got too comfy with your head on my chest.”
I press a kiss to his jawline, grinding against the hard ridge behind these damn sweatpants. I wish we were on my couch back home…
“Cupcake… You’re getting awfully friendly,” he whispers gruffly, clearly turned on. I distract him with a kiss as I work my hair up in a messy bun, snapping the elastic around it.
“Well, it greeted me,” I answer innocently, fluttering my eyelashes as I shift on the couch.
“Where are you going?” Jaxon whispers darkly in question, tugging at his sweatshirt on my body to pull me back against him. I let him nip my bottom lip with his teeth as I continue situating my knees on the couch. He sucks in a breath when I tease his waistband with my finger.
“I was just going to say hello back…”
Jaxon rumbles low from the back of his throat, and my lady bits all but squeal at the delicious sound.
“But you have to be quiet,” I whisper, lifting the hemline of his shirt and bending to kiss a path along his lower abs that clench tight against my lips. His cock juts up between my breasts, straining for attention.
“Who would I be to keep you from greeting a long lost friend?” he whispers, eyes hot on mine as I pull his sweats down, lifting his ass to help.
I pull one leg out so I have room to settle back between his thighs.
I keep the plush blanket handy in case we need a quick cover up.
I lift up his hoodie, and he looks pained to see it go but horny enough to let me continue.
Jaxon strokes his length slowly as I settle back between his thighs and push one off the side of the couch to spread him wide for me.
Air sucks through his teeth when I let my nails drag up the inside of both thighs before I kiss his moving hand.
I cover it with mine, and we stroke together a few times until I slip my thumb over the slit of his head and replace his hand with mine.
“Oh, hot damn,” he blows out on a rushed breath.
I bend, flicking the slit with my tongue, and he muffles a groan with his fist. Leaning forward, I let spit dribble from my mouth over his shaft, then stroke to slick him up.
His head drops back, and he interlaces his hands atop his forehead before looking back down at me, anticipation etched across his features.
“Is he happy to see me?” I ask innocently, batting my lashes while stroking.
“Fuck yes…” he blows out.
“Would he like a hug?”
“Stop teasing.”
“I’m not teasing. Just asking permission.” I smirk lewdly before flicking the underside of his head with the tip of my tongue again.
“Holly, I need that hug. Hug me.”
His plea is the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.
I lick up his length and swirl around the tip, and he groans, tangling a hand’s fingers into my hair in anticipation, but he doesn’t pull my head down. His fingers flex, and the man looks desperate for my mouth.
“Please–”
It breaks me, a whimper escaping my lips right before I stretch around the crown of him and suck it into my mouth, sliding down his shaft as I keep my eyes on him. His breath stutters from his lungs, and he grits his molars.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” his voice grits out deeply.
“Oh thank–” he sucks in a breath, forgetting his thought.
“Fuck…yes,” he breathes out heavily, “just like that,” he whispers in praise.
I moan quietly around his cock, and his thighs tense, air punching from his lungs.
My jaw is already tight from his size, but I don’t care.
The euphoric look on his face spurs me on.
I take him as far back as I can, gagging a little, and he whimpers.
The man whimpers. I use my spit and massage his balls, and his eyes threaten to roll back.
When’s the last time this man had his beautiful cock sucked?
Looking at it, I wouldn’t be surprised if it made a dame or two nervous to even try, but I fucking want it…
No, I need to feel this man unravel. Need to see him lose control.
Jaxon’s hips flex a little, and it’s the hottest damn thing to feel him lightly fucking into my mouth. He reaches forward with his left hand, swiping along my cheekbone with his thumb, the act so soft, while in this moment, he’s all hard man. My heart lurches in my chest.
“You are driving me wild, Hol,” he grinds out, moaning softly as soon as the words exit his lips.
I continue my assault on his senses, loving watching this man come undone for me.
His chest heaves, lips parting on little gasps and puffs of air that are a testament to how close he is to letting go.
I let go of his shaft, slip a hand under his ass cheek, and squeeze, encouraging him to pump into my mouth more.
He spreads his thighs wider, letting me in closer and using his heel on the couch for more leverage to move his hips.
His mouth gapes wide as a breathy, forced, ‘Ha’ escapes him, and I know he’s close.
I take him back as far back as I dare, sucking hard and swallowing to massage the head of his cock with my throat, and an incoherent sputter of breaths and sounds wrenches from him.
He curses and fists my hair tighter, forcing my gaze up to his feral eyes, and they burn.
Fucking burn right through me as I press hard against his taint.
A gasp and guttural low groan as his brows furrow are the only warning I get before his hips still and warm jets of his cum flood the back of my throat, his cock throbbing in my hand.
He tries to pull back so I don’t have to keep swallowing, but I hold him in place, greedily sucking him down, daring him with my eyes to try and take away what I rightfully earned.
His slack jaw and heavy pants tell me he’s given up the thought.
When his body relaxes, I swirl my tongue over the tip, and his hips jolt from his overly-sensitized skin.
I pull off with an audible ‘pop’, and he melts back into the cushion with wide, hazy eyes. Satisfied eyes.
“You almost woke up my parents.” I shoot him a saucy look.
“Worth it. I almost died.”
“Is ‘gives adequate head’ checked off your list now?”
“Adequate? Woman, you just almost sucked my soul out.”
I chuckle as he grabs me by the waist and whispers ‘come here’ as he pulls me up his body for a kiss. He pulls out my hair tie, mumbling about how my bun is shot to hell while he tells me thank you.
“Thank you?”
“Can I share something utterly embarrassing?”
“Ummm, yeah.” My eyes bug out of my head. “Now I have to know.”
“Finishing like that…um…that was only the second time for me.”
“Get the fuck out of here,” I laugh, pushing at his chest, but he blushes hard. He’s not joking with me.
“You’re telling me I’m the only girl who’s given you a blowjob?”
“Oh, um, no, I didn’t say that. I’m saying that the others weren’t really successful because they, um, weren’t able to finish the task because…”
“Because you’re hung?”
He blushes again, and that’s just fucking cute.
“Their jaws would hurt, or they’d gag too much and give up.”
“So…”
“So I got used to allowing a few minutes of mouth action before I took over and we did other things.”
As much as I hate hearing about anyone before me, this is also beyond fascinating. Straight gold. I grin like a Cheshire cat.
“Well, those bitches missed out, because you are gorgeous coming down my throat like that.”
“Gorgeous?” he asks, broody eyebrows raised in interest at my choice of words.
“I said what I said.”
“Do I get to return the favor?” Jaxon asks, sitting forward as I stick his foot back in his sweats and pull them up his legs. He lifts his ass, and I smile, happy to have this intimate moment of caring for him.
“Nope. Not tonight, big boy.”
Jaxon grabs my shirt and yanks me forward.
“I don’t like that idea.”
“Tough. You take care of everyone else all the time. I enjoyed doing something just for you.”
A soft expression overtakes his face. He doesn’t know what to think of that.
“You make me want to say words, Hol.” He blows out a breath. “They’re coming, so you better start getting used to the idea.”
I swallow hard, a mixture of feelings coursing through me as I nod in understanding.
He smiles softly and tilts his head, ghosting his lips over mine once, twice, three times in a way that makes me feel like he just said those words in his head.
A stuttered breath leaves me, and he pulls us to our feet.
“If we don’t get to bed, I’m going to get myself in trouble.”
He flicks off the TV, and I watch him fold the blanket and throw it over the back of the couch.
“Now, I can’t watch your ass walk up those stairs in front of me. It does wild things to my brain. Hop on.”
“Excuse me?”
“Spidermonkey style.”
“Wait a hot minute, did you just reference Twilight?”
“That was the one and only time you’ll ever hear it from me too. Climb on.”
I toss my head back with a silent laugh, climbing onto him and giggling quietly into his neck as he stands.
“Damn it, I think I’m just screwed with anything you do, but at least there’s no luscious cheeks in my face,” he grits, and I chuckle harder, my shoulders shaking.
Jaxon takes the steps quickly but quietly, depositing me on my bed with an ‘oof’.
Tigger ‘brrrs’ at him in hello from the head of my bed, and Jax scoops him up.
“You are coming with me,” he mutters, scratching under his chin.
“You’re stealing my kitty.”
“Well, you’re denying me my other ‘kitty.’”
I shake my head as he leans in and pecks me three times before whispering a quick goodnight and hustling out the door with my cat and my heart.
Yeah…those three pecks mean something.