Ch. 37 – Jax
J ax’s hands shook as she wandered into what she hoped was Rico’s bedroom and not a broom closet or the bathroom. She wanted him. Bad. But that didn’t mean fear wasn’t squirming in her stomach like a nest of snakes.
It was his bedroom. Even in the shadows, she could make out the wide shape of his bed. The air smelled like him, woodsy cologne overlaid with a slight hint of male musk. Rico came up behind her, and she tensed. He put his hands lightly on her shoulders. Kissed her neck softly. Heat licked up her belly even as the fear hissed.
But she wouldn’t give in to the fear. Jax turned in Rico’s arms, lifted onto the balls of her feet, and plunged her mouth over his.
“Slow,” he said, moving his head back. “I want to take this slow.”
“What about what I want?” Her voice trembled.
In the darkness, Jax could just make out a smile on his face. “Oh, you’ll get what you want. Trust me.” He took her face in his hands, and his thumbs massaged small circles on her temples. His lips met hers. Gentle, inquisitive. Like he was tasting a fine wine.
Waves of desire crashed through her, breaking against the rocks of her fear. Her emotions tangled into each other. Desire. Fear. Desire. Fear .
“Music?” she asked.
He smiled against her mouth. “Sure.” He kissed her longingly as he pulled his phone from his pocket.
“Hey, Google, play Ed Sheeran or whatever.”
She laughed. “Ed Sheeran, really?”
“I’m open to suggestions.”
But then he kissed her jaw, and Jax forgot all about Ed Sheeran. Guitar chords strummed from his phone as Rico picked her up and laid her on the bed. He looked into her eyes for a moment before dipping down for another kiss.
A scratchy voice sang about love as he lifted her T-shirt over her head. Jax pulled at her tie.
“Keep it on,” he growled.
Her hands dropped to the cover, but not for long. Because as soon as Rico leaned over her, she had to grab onto his arms. A splash of dim light from a streetlamp across the street showed her the outline of Rico’s biceps, and how her hands wrapped around the swell of his muscles.
He dropped kisses down her collarbone, then her chest. His arm moved, reaching behind him. She heard a hiss and squeaked at a sudden touch of wet and cold. Jax looked down at laughed. A small, quivering mound of whipped cream filled in her belly button.
“I forgot about the whipped cream,” she admitted.
“I didn’t.” Rico bent down to suck it off her skin. “Mmmmm, sugar is good.” He tilted the can and made a line of whipped cream up her belly, then slowly, languidly, licked it off. The feel of his tongue tickled and delighted her. She pulled at his shirt, hungry to feel more of him. He helped, quickly unbuttoning his dress shirt, then pulling off his undershirt and tossing them both into the dark .
Jax pressed her hands against Rico’s pecs, feeling solid pads of muscle beneath her fingers. “God, how often do you work out?”
He put his mouth on the skin just under her ear. “Every damn day,” he murmured. He claimed her mouth again as his fingers worked her bra clasp, releasing her breasts. Then his lips were gone, his head disappearing into the dark. Jax wanted his mouth back. That is, until she heard the hiss again, and now her nipples prickled beneath soft clouds of white. Rico sucked slowly, pulling on her taut nipples until she moaned.
“It’s fun on the dark side,” he said.
Jax couldn’t reply as heat crackled through her body. His hand brushed the hem of her skirt and she stiffened. For a moment, the black fear reared up her spine.
Rico must have sensed it. He always seemed to read her moods. He removed his hand. “Is this okay?”
Jax nodded. She wanted it to be okay. It had to be okay.
He lay down on the bed beside her and curled a lock of her hair around his finger. “We don’t have to keep going.”
Ed Sheeran sang about a photograph.
Jax took a deep breath and stared into the dark pools of Rico’s eyes. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Good. ’Cause neither do I.” He took her hand and slid his fingers through hers. “Close your eyes and let go.” He squeezed her hand.
Jax closed her eyes. She tried to let go. Rico kissed her lightly on the lips, then pulled down her skirt.
“You’re gorgeous, Jacklyn,” he said. He kissed her again and again. Soft, gentle kisses that rippled through her like hot cocoa on a frigid day.
Rico slid down her underwear. He didn’t bother with stroking or fingering her. Instead, he braced his forearms on either side of her, slid down her body, and put his mouth on her core. Jax could barely compute what was happening before he licked across her clit.
She gasped, arching up from the bed.
“Let go,” Rico coached her again. Then his mouth was on her. Jax felt his tongue gently lick the insides of her folds, tasting her. She wondered if he liked her more than sugar.
Let go. His command whispered through her. Jax closed her eyes. Her hands found his thick, beautiful hair, and she gripped tufts of it in her hands, as electricity crackled through her. One of his hands pressed into her thigh. The other splayed across her breast, his fingers massaging her nipple. Every lick was different. Some hard. Some soft. The moment she relaxed, he’d suck, and her toes would curl all over again.
Jax had never felt anything close to this in her life. The men—boys, really—she’d been with before had been drunk and sloppy. Their thick, fumbling hands had been all over her, insistently and uncomfortably stroking her. Most of them did the bare minimum before plunging inside of her to get their own rocks off.
Not Rico. He savored her like she was a four-course meal. Under his ministrations, Jax groaned and gasped and nearly screamed.
One more flick of his tongue, and she was gone. Fireworks didn’t cut it. How about a nuclear bomb detonating from her vagina, with radioactive fallout ripping up her body. Her nails vibrated. Her gums tingled. She very nearly pissed herself.
Jax was half blind, gasping for breath. She’d never known her body could orgasm like that. Every previous orgasm seemed like a silly light show in comparison. A cardboard cutout of the real thing. Dimly, she felt Rico push himself off her body. He stood and walked to his dresser, opening a drawer .
She watched him pull off his pants and tight boxers. He was ready. More than ready.
Shit. Would all of that fit inside her?
He sheathed himself in a condom and moved to climb back on the bed.
“Wait,” Jax breathed. She pushed herself onto her knees. The dim light from the window washed across his body.
“God,” she whispered. Rico was beautiful. Perfect. A model in a perfume ad. An actor trained up to star in a Marvel superhero movie. Muscles rippled across his body. Her eyes skated across his defined pecs and flat stomach, down to his powerful thighs.
On her knees, Jax moved across the bed and reached out to him. Jax needed to touch him. Explore him.
So she did.
Kneeling on the edge of the bed, she touched his shoulders. Kissed his chest. Rico shivered under her lips. Her tongue traveled from his jaw to his smooth chest. She tugged on his nipple, and he groaned. Her hands slid down the long, lean muscles of his back. Lower and lower. She cupped his ass and felt him flinch. Both cheeks were rock hard under her grip.
She trailed her lips down the flat plane of his stomach, feeling a path of springy hair under her lips.
“Jax, you’re killing me,” he moaned.
“Good.” And just like that, her fear was gone. Defeated by desire. By a swell of joy she couldn’t quite believe.
“Jax.” Rico said her name again and crawled onto the bed. She didn’t think. Her body moved of its own accord, doing exactly what it wanted. She draped her arms around his neck, then wrapped her legs around his hips .
His fingers brushed inside her, testing. “We don’t need lube,” he breathed.
“No, I’m pretty sure we don’t.” She was so wet for him.
He laid her onto the bed, then slipped inside her, slow at first, then with more confidence as she opened up for him. Their hips rocked together. Jax felt the rhythm inside her soul. A song of a thousand generations implanted in her DNA.
Rico groaned, pressing his hands on each side of her head. Jax lifted onto her elbows, grabbed his lip in her teeth. She could taste herself in his mouth, and that made her so fucking hot. They rocked harder. His breath panted on her neck like prickles of fire.
He sucked the side of her neck, still groaning and panting. His penis pressed deeper inside her, and Jax cried out as new feeling alighted deep inside of her. The headboard banged against the wall, drowning out the music, helped along by Jax’s moans and Rico’s grunts. She kissed him fiercely. He grabbed her breasts and squeezed hard. The abandoned can of whipped cream rolled against her leg.
Jax could feel everything. Rico’s fingers rubbing her nipples. His hot breath against her cheek.
She came again, hard and sharp, and screamed, unable to mute herself. Not wanting to.
Rico came seconds later, his entire body tightening against hers. His arms held her so tight she could barely breathe. Then he sagged against her, his arms loosening but not letting go. For several seconds, they listed against each other, shattered but somehow renewed.
Rico pressed a kiss to her temple, then slid out of her. He stood from the bed and pulled off the condom. When he left the room, Jax curled up in the middle of the bed, her body quaking with residual emotio n
As feelings whirled through her, tears sprang out of her eyes. Hot and wet. More followed. Her body racked with a sob.
In a moment, Rico was back, sliding next to her, wrapping his arms around her. He leaned to kiss her, then stopped.
“You’re crying.” Concern flooded his voice.
“I don’t know why,” Jax whispered.
“Did I hurt you?” His eyes were round and worried in the darkness.
Jax laughed. “No. You made me feel . . . everything.” She nuzzled into him, and he tightened his arms around her. She’d been hiding for so long. Shutting herself off. Pushing others away.
And Rico had broken though all her shields. He had made her feel something she hadn’t experienced in three long years.
In his arms, she felt safe.