Chapter 14 Taevin #2
Kneeling down before me, he grips my thighs and places one singular kiss over my satin-covered center.
“Jax,” I gasp at the foreign feeling, immediately wanting more of the sparks he’s eliciting inside me.
He pushes my panties aside and slowly drags a finger up my slit.
Forget sparks—he’s ignited a raging wildfire in my core that’s spreading through my chest. And when he follows the same trail his finger just made with his tongue?
My skin burns with need everywhere. I’ve truly never felt more alive.
Resting his forehead against my stomach, he groans as if he’s in agony.
“Fuck!” he murmurs, squeezing his eyes shut before he presses his lips against my stomach.
“What’s wrong?” I’m quick to question, praying I didn’t do something wrong. Oh shit—do I taste bad? Oh my god!
“Nothing, aside from the fact that just the sight of you and the briefest taste of you just about had me coming in my goddamn pants.”
“W-what?” I stammer, unsure I heard him correctly.
“Lay back on the bed, baby,” he tells me, gently pushing me backward until the backs of my knees connect with the mattress.
Jackson kneels between my legs, stripping me from my underwear at a torturous rate. When I squirm, trying to ease some of the ache he’s created, he spreads my legs apart and asks, “Is this okay?”
“Y-yes,” I stammer, somewhat flustered.
“How do you want me, T? Tell me and I’ll do whatever you want me to, baby.”
Sitting up, I rest my weight on my elbows so I can take in the sight of him kneeling before me with his big hands gripping my thighs to hold them open. He has a cocksure smile that would normally irritate me, however, it only amplifies his sex appeal right now.
Biting my lip, I hesitate what I want him to do to me.
What I need is him. But I know that answer won’t suffice.
I take a deep breath and tell him, “I want you to do what you were doing before.” When all I get in response is a cocked brow, I huff out a breath of frustration.
“W-when you kissed me and then licked me there.”
“There?”
“There,” I growl out in annoyance, gesturing to the place between my thighs that’s splayed out before him.
“You mean here?” he asks before placing a whisper light kiss on my clit and blowing on it. My core clenches with need for him to do that again.
“Yes,” I pant breathlessly and watch with rapt attention as he slowly drags a finger down my slit before circling my entrance, toying with me I’m sure because of my impatience.
He did say he’d take his time with me, but this is torture.
“I-I need more. Please,” I plead with him to give me what I want.
“Is this what you want, Thorn?” he rasps the question as he slowly pushes a finger inside me.
The intrusion is foreign but welcome as he slides it out and then back in again. I’ve never fingered myself, all I’ve ever tried was playing with my clit, but that never brought me to orgasm.
This—Jackson touching me in this way—has me regretting never trying it. Though, now that I think about it, I’d rather he was the first.
As if his finger moving inside me wasn’t enough to make me combust, Jax lowers his mouth back to my core all while keeping his eyes locked on mine, only breaking our stare when he closes his eyes and groans against my clit.
Gasping, I fist his bedding to anchor myself as I throw my head back in pleasure. Jackson flattens his tongue, lapping my slit before flicking my clit with the tip of his tongue.
When Jax adds a second finger and finds the most delicious rhythm with his tongue, I lace my fingers through his hair to hold him in place as I begin to rock my hips against him.
He breaks his pace and lifts his lips just enough to rasp, “That’s it, T. You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Picking up right where he left off, Jax sucks my clit into his mouth and that, in combination with his fingers, is all it takes to make me detonate.
My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, cresting and threatening to pull me under. I’d gladly drown in Jackson’s current if it meant I got to hold onto this feeling forever. With trembling legs, I’m boneless as Jax continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, prolonging my release.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he murmurs against my thigh before pulling his fingers out of me. The sight is so debaucherous, yet I can’t get enough.
If this is what it always feels like—like my heart will beat right out of my chest and my core will combust from the intensity of the climax—then sign me the heck up for a lifetime supply.
Part of me loves the forbidden aspect of what we’re doing, but my god, I don’t know how something that feels this euphoric could be deemed unholy.
All my life I’ve been raised to think sex only exists in the marriage bed, but there’s nothing about this that feels wrong. Every part of me felt whole while I fell apart at the hands of Jackson.
He crawls up the bed and pulls me into his arms before delicately kissing along my temple. “How are you feeling?” he murmurs.
“Better than I’ve ever felt,” I admit, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck and placing whisper-light kisses against his jaw, neck, and collarbone.
We sit like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s arms, legs intertwined when he whispers, “So I did okay? I’ve never—
My head shoots up. “Never what?”
He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Never gone down on anyone before.”
That simply cannot be true. Yet, I know I have no reason not to believe him. What would he have to gain from lying to me? “I’d have thought the fact that you gave me my very first orgasm would’ve been answer enough.”
The cocksure smile I’ve come to love takes over his face, and I can’t even berate myself for stroking his ego.
Suddenly, I realize I haven’t returned the favor.
Pushing Jax onto his back, I throw my leg over his waist and straddle him. When my bare core rubs against his boxer-clad length, I let out a soft moan. “I believe it’s your turn to feel good now.”
“This isn’t transactional—that’s not how this works.”
“Then tell me how this works. Because the way I see it, you gave me my first blissful orgasm and I’d like to show my appreciation by returning the favor.”
“Trust me, watching you fall apart from my fingers and tongue was more than returning the favor.”
I can’t help the laugh that slips out, but really all I want is to continue this feeling, I rock my hips against him, and Jax grips my hips to halt me in place.
“Tae, we’ve got plenty of time. Or we could if you’d stay.”
I chuckle softly at his suggestion.
“Can you ask your dad if you can sleep over at Ryan’s tonight?” he asks.
Bending down, I place a quick kiss on his lips. “Yeah, so I’m pretty sure now that he found out we’re dating that he’d never believe that lie.”
“Then tell him the truth. Say you’re staying here. Hell, say you’re staying the entire weekend. We’re eighteen, what’s he gonna do?” he presses as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’d do—ground me for life.
“We’ve got two weeks left of school, Jax. He’s not just going to let me stay here all weekend with you.”
“Fine, just tonight, then.” He punctuates that suggestion by bucking his hips against mine.
Rolling my eyes, I ask, “Are you delusional? He’d never let that fly.”
“Tell him you’re helping me with a school project that I need to finish in order to graduate.”
“You’re one of your class’s valedictorians.”
“So? He doesn’t need to know that.”
“Your mom went on and on about it to him at church last Sunday.”
“What if you text him where you are and then say we fell asleep watching a movie or studying together?” he suggests, continuing to rock into me.
“Mmm,” I moan in appreciation. “You’re very persuasive when you’re doing that.”
“Is that so? In that case,” he says as he rolls me onto my back and drags his boxers down. When he runs his thick length through my drenched core, I whimper in response. “Just think, baby. If you stay here, you can get this any time you want. All hours of the night.”
Part of me wants to scream yes, but there’s a part of me that’s holding back, and I’m not sure why. Yet I quickly realize part of the reason when I can’t stop myself from asking, “Have you ever stayed the night with a girl?”
“No,” he responds, and I must do a poor job of hiding my shock because he cracks a smile. “What? Is that surprising to you?”
“Well, yes. You said you’ve thrown parties here before, and I’d have assumed you brought girls up here and they stayed the night with you.”
He shifts his weight, pitching himself up on his elbows so he can hold my gaze as he hovers above me—the sight is beyond intoxicating.
“Let’s get one thing straight: I’ve never had a girl in this room.
Ever. Not in this bed, not in my shower, not alone in the kitchen where I plan to feed you later.
And I’ve never stayed the night with anyone at my house, or anywhere else for that matter.
You’ll be the first and only girl I want to do that with, T. ”
His sage eyes remain locked on mine, and I feel myself being pulled even farther into Jackson’s current.
And it’s then I decide to jump head first without giving it another thought.
“I’ll stay tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to convince my dad to let me stay the entire weekend.
Tonight will be reason enough to ground me for the rest of the summer, I’m sure. ”
“I’ll break you outta jail.” Chuckling, he places a quick kiss on my forehead, and another on each of my collarbones before hopping off the bed.
Sitting up, I watch as he tucks himself back into his boxers before I ask, “Where are you going?”
“Your stomach was growling, so I’m going to feed you some dinner.”
When I quickly look down at his pitched boxers, he shakes his head. “Trust me, there’s plenty of time for that, baby.”