Chapter Twenty-One
Estelle
T he moment Jax’s front doors swung open, he spun me around and pinned me against them like prey. His hands framed my face, thumbs digging into my cheekbones as his mouth crashed onto mine.
“Fuck, I need you,” he growled against my lips, his hips grinding into mine so hard I could feel every thick inch of him through his pants. “I’ve been thinking about tasting this body all fucking night."
My hands fisted in his suit jacket, shoving it off broad shoulders as his hot tongue devoured my mouth, claiming me, and I melted against him with a desperate moan.
"God, you taste addicting,” he groaned, his hands sliding down to grip and splay against my waist.”Dangerous little thing.”
He moved to my jaw, pressing hot, wet kisses along my skin, each touch making me gasp and arch further into him. When he found a spot just below my ear, I couldn't hold back the wanton whimper that escaped .
“Good girl, princess," he murmured, his voice like velvet and sin. “Moan for me.”
His lips trailed down my throat, following the path of the chain around my neck. The contrast of the cool silver against my heated skin and his burning mouth was intoxicating. He sucked gently at my pulse point, and my knees went weak.
“Mmm… More,” my voice was barely recognizable.
"I know," he crooned, hands sliding up my sides, thumbs brushing just beneath my breasts through the dress. "I know what you need."
His mouth moved lower, pressing wet kisses along my collarbones, his tongue sliding out to taste my skin. The sensation was a wet heat that made my core clench with need. My hands tangled in his hair, messing it up completely as I held him to me.
"You're so beautiful," he murmured against my skin, his breath hot. “And you taste so good.”
His hands found the neckline of my dress, fingers tracing the edge before his thumbs brushed over my nipples through the fabric. I cried out at the contact, the sensation sharp and perfect.
"Sensitive," he observed with dark satisfaction, doing it again and watching my face twist with pleasure. “Making all these pretty sounds for me.”
He pressed closer, his big, hard length grinding against my belly, and I could feel how hard he was through his expensive suit. He was massive.
"Feel what you do to me," he growled, rolling his hips against mine. "Feel how hard you make me."
My body instinctively pressed closer to him. The friction was delicious, addictive, and I ground against him in a way I’d never moved before.
“Fuck—yeah,” he encouraged, his voice rough with need. "Take what you need, princess. Use me.”
My calves were burning, moving like this in the heels, but it only heightened every sensation.
His mouth found mine again, swallowing my moans as we rutted against each other with increasing desperation. My dress was bunching between us, sliding against my heated skin in ways that made me dizzy with want.
When he pulled back, we were both panting. His hair was completely disheveled from my fingers, his lips swollen from our hungry kisses, and his eyes were dark with hunger.
"I need more of you,” he said, his voice barely controlled. "All of you."
His hands found the hem of my dress, slowly pushing the silk up my thighs. The cool air against my heated skin made me shiver, but his touch was like fire, burning everywhere he caressed.
His palms slid up the outside of my bare thighs, rough and possessive.
When his fingers brushed the edge of my panties, I tensed, suddenly aware of how far we'd come, how much I was about to give him. He sensed my hesitation because he paused, his hands stilling on my skin.
“I don’t want to, but we can stop,” he offered, strained, his jaw clenched with restraint. "If you're not ready.”
"No," I said quickly, shaking my head. We’d been working our way up to this, and I was ready tonight. "Don't stop, please."
His smile was slow, beautiful. "My perfect princess.” He pressed a soft kiss to my lips. "I'm going to take such good care of you."
His mouth moved down my body again. He kissed and sucked at my throat, my collarbones, the swell of my breasts above the dress. When he reached my nipples through the silk, he took one into his mouth, fabric and all.
The sensation was incredible—wet heat and suction that made me arch off the door with a cry, his hands holding me in place even in my heels. The silk was thin enough that I could feel everything—his tongue, his teeth, the way he worked the sensitive peak until I was shaking.
"Jax," I gasped, my hands fisting in his hair.
He switched to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment through the fabric, and I felt something coiling tight in my belly, something I'd never experienced before. My hips moved restlessly, seeking friction.
Then he was dropping to his knees before me, his hands sliding up under my dress to grip my hips. The sight of him kneeling at my feet, this powerful man who commanded respect wherever he went, was almost too much to process.
His hands moved to my ankles, fingers working the delicate straps of the red-bottomed heels quickly. "Can't have you falling.”
He slipped the first shoe off, then the other. The Louboutins hit the marble floor behind him with soft thuds, the signature red soles glinting in the moonlight.
I settled my feet flat on the ground, the cool marble feeling like liberation. It sent a strange sense of pleasure through my system, being free of the confining death shoes.
"Much better," he appraised, rough palms sliding up my calves with reverent slowness. "Now I can worship you properly."
He slid his hands all the way up my legs, stopping to possessively grip my upper thighs.
“Lift your dress for me," he commanded softly, blue eyes burning as they met mine.
With shaking hands, I gathered the emerald fabric, pulling it up to my waist. The cool air hit my skin, and I felt exposed. But the way he looked at me made me feel beautiful.
“ Yes ,” he breathed, his hands sliding up my thighs to rest at the edge of my simple cotton panties. “I knew you’d be this beautiful.”
His fingers traced the edge of the fabric, barely touching my skin, but it was enough to make me squirm. I'd never been touched like this before, never felt anything like the fire building in my core.
"I'm going to take these off now," he said, his voice rough with restraint. “Okay?”
I nodded, and he peeled my panties down my legs. The fabric was soaked and shiny, evidence of how much he’d done to me, and my cheeks burned with embarrassment .
His hands spread my thighs wider, and I was completely exposed under his hungry gaze. His fingers finally touched me, parting my folds with gentle pressure. I whimpered at the ticklish feeling.
“You’re all wet," he cooed, filled with teasing wonder. "Soft and ready.”
He used both thumbs to spread me wider, studying me like I was precious and filthy all at once. I could feel myself getting wetter under his intense stare, could feel how my body responded to being so thoroughly examined.
"This little clit," he crooned, his thumb barely grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Already so swollen for me."
I gasped at the foreign contact, hips jerking involuntarily. He chuckled darkly, repeating the motion and looking up to watch my face contort with pleasure.
"And this tight little hole," he continued, his finger circling my untouched entrance without penetrating. "Soaked for me.”
He pressed just the tip of his finger inside, and I whimpered at the intrusion. He was so careful in working me open.
"There you go, princess," he encouraged, his thick finger sliding deeper. "Let me feel how tight you are."
His other hand continued to hold my folds open, thumb brushing over my clit in circles while his finger explored my depths.
Even just a single finger felt big and intrusive inside of me, the friction of it pumping in and out making me lean helplessly against the door and moan out. It felt too good to be real—I was going to get addicted to this.
Then something hot and wet slid over my clit. I moaned sharply—it was his tongue, sliding through my folds and flicking lightly over my clit. The sensation was so intense, my hands flew to his hair to hold him there
“Jax!” I cried, my hips rutting forward against his mouth.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves everywhere. His tongue was wet, long, and impossibly hot as he licked flatly over my clit, continuing to gently slide his finger in and out of me .
“You taste like fucking sin,” he growled against my clit, the words muffled. “I’m gonna eat you out for hours… This pussy is mine.”
He looked and sounded almost drunk, eyes half-lidded as he licked everywhere , his tongue replacing his finger to push into my entrance.
I knocked my head back, completely at his mercy. The moonlight cast his knelt form in silver, making all of this feel like a dream. But the constant pleasure to my clit made it clear this was real.
I gripped his blond hair, watching as he switched his tongue for a finger again, this time adding a second one as he stretched me. I hissed, and his blue eyes flickered up to meet mine, strangely feeling like home.
“You’re so tight, you’re going to squeeze my big cock,” he rumbled, leaning back in to flick my clit quickly with his tongue.
I cried out, hips bucking against him as I felt myself unraveling, losing control. The sensations were building into something inexplicable as I finally screamed, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.
“Mmm, coming on my tongue like a good girl,” he moaned, licking me through every wave as I pulled on his hair, eyes squeezed shut.
But he didn’t stop.
Even as I trembled with aftershocks, his tongue continued its exploration, keeping me on that edge. His hands moved to grip my ass, spreading my cheeks wide, and I felt his thumb brush against my most forbidden place.
My grip on his hair tightened, and I tried to inch away. “Jax? What are?—”