Chapter 31 Taevin #2
“I mean, she did decide to abruptly quit her dance career and move home to attend college as a twenty-one-year-old freshman. I’m sure she’s having a harder time making new friends and transitioning into a new routine when she’s had the same one for nearly four years.”
My eyes widen as I process what he’s just said. “Wait, she was only seventeen when she moved to LA?”
He nods his head. “Crazy, right? I was so shocked my parents let her move out there on her own while she was still a minor. But she got a once in a lifetime opportunity with a ballet company out there and my mom didn’t have the heart to tell her no.”
“I’m still having a hard time separating her now as a grown woman from the shy, horse-loving eleven-year-old she was when we started dating.”
Jax smiles fondly before tossing himself back on his pillows.
“So, where is everyone? Who’s your roommate?”
“Carson is pretty much my permanent roommate by now. Which is good for me because he doesn’t snore and he can take a hint—kinda like right now.”
“Is that so? What does that mean?” I humor him by asking, though I have a pretty good idea of where he’s going with this.
“It means Carse went to Griff’s room to play some video games. He picked up on the fact that I was going to call you and wanted a little privacy.” His voice is lower now, raspier than it was only moments ago.
“And why would you need privacy?” I ask, standing up and letting the blankets that were covering me fall to the floor as I trek across the cool floors to our bedroom.
I tuck myself beneath the covers just as Jax lets out a pained groan, and I startle from the noise.
“What?” I question, searching the screen for any sign of danger or injury.
“You’re wearing my jersey when I’m not there to witness you in it?”
I look down as realization sinks in. I’m wearing his black and lime green Wolverines jersey, and he’s right, while it’s not the first time I’ve worn it—quite the opposite, in fact—it is the first time he’s seen me wearing his name and number.
Deciding I don’t care if he thinks I sound needy, I admit, “I miss you and wearing it made me feel closer to you. Well, that, and I sprayed some of your cologne on this and my pillowcase before you left so they’d smell like you.”
“That’s honestly one of the cutest things I’ve ever heard.”
I should’ve known Jax would think my neediness for him would be cute.
“Yeah, except whenever I smell your cologne I get incredibly turned on, which poses a real problem considering you’re thousands of miles away right now.”
I shift to my side, propping my phone up on an extra pillow and stare at him through my hooded eyes.
Jax smirks at me, making his dimple pop, and I’m suddenly uncomfortably turned on. “I mean, I don’t need to be there with you to give you an orgasm, Tae.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he rasps.
“And how are you gonna do that?”
“Well, for starters, you’re going to take off my jersey and show me those perky tits of yours that have starred in every fantasy I’ve had since I was eighteen years old.”
I do as he says, lifting his jersey above my head before moving my phone to the nightstand and adjusting it so he can get a better view of me. “Now what?” I question, feeling somewhat shy all of a sudden.
“Now you drag the fabric over your nipples to give them just a tease of friction.”
Again, I comply, eager to see where he goes with this. When his jersey does exactly as he said it would, I bite my lip until I feel a sting of pain.
“Lie back and continue dragging the fabric lower, over your stomach and stop just before you get to your clit. Do you still have panties on?”
“I wasn’t wearing any,” I say, feeling breathless from how tightly wound I am already.
“Fuck, T,” Jax groans, tilting his chin up to the ceiling.
“Are you touching yourself?” I ask him.
“Yeah, baby, I am.”
This is hands down one of the hottest moments of my life. I’ve never done anything like this—it has me feeling a bit melancholy thinking about all the missed opportunities we had to make each other feel this way when we should’ve been together instead of apart all those years.
As if he can sense my mood taking a turn, Jax interrupts my intrusive thoughts when he says, “I want you to touch yourself too, Tae. Tweak your nipple but move my jersey lower so it skims just over your clit.”
I do as he says and let out a moan of approval.
“You’re fucking perfect, you know that?”
My cheeks heat from his compliment. When my eyes connect with his, my stomach pulls taut from having his lust filled gaze locked on me.
His voice is graveled when he says, “Now bunch up my jersey so it’s resting just beside you and then hover above it on your knees.”
“What?” The shock of what he’s asked pulls me from my lust spiral.
“Trust me?” he asks.
“Of course.”
“Then do as I say and I promise I’ll make you come.”
I hesitate a moment before bunching up the fabric and then move to straddle it, hovering just above it like he said to.
“Sit back on your heels but don’t let your pussy touch the fabric, not yet.” Again, I follow his every word because at this point I’m beyond desperate to come. “Cup your breasts in each hand and knead them just like I do when I want to drive you crazy out of your mind with lust.”
“I think you’ve already accomplished that. I’m desperate at this point. Please tell me how you’re going to make me come.”
Jax chuckles. “Patience was never one of your virtues. You wanna come, T?”
“Yes,” I hiss, annoyed that he called me out for my impatience.
“Lower your hips and rock them against the fabric but don’t let go of your breasts. In fact, alternate between kneading one and tweaking your other nipple.”
I do exactly what he’s requested of me, and I’m so wound up that when I rock my hips over his jersey, my clit throbs from the friction.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you following my every command. God, you look so beautiful I can barely take it.” Jax props his phone on the hotel nightstand, giving me the perfect view of his rippling abs and his waist where he’s currently working his sweatpants further down his thighs so I can get a full show.
When he wraps his large hand around his rock hard length, I nearly combust right then and there. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this needy or this turned on in my life.
The combination of seeing him like this, on the brink of losing control, and the reflection of myself in the corner of the screen, looking desperate to come at his command, is something I can’t wait to repeat over and over again while he’s on the road.
“Keep rocking your hips and pinch your nipples while you do so.”
I thought I’d feel self-conscious being on display for him like this, letting him see my scars and all of my flaws, but I couldn’t feel more coveted—he’s looking at me like I’m the very thing sustaining his life while also being the only person who can bring him to his knees.
“You look so sexy fucking my jersey.”
His words wrap around me like a vice, bringing me to the precipice. Lust floods my core as Jax pumps his hand up and down his shaft while his other desperately fists the blanket. I match his pace, working my hips to the same rhythm as him.
“You gonna come for me, Bear?”
“Yes! I’m so close, baby.”
“Me too,” I moan, my clit pulsating with each pass against the fabric.
“Together?” he grits the question through his clenched teeth.
“Yes!” I scream, throwing my body forward as my muscles lock and I begin to convulse through the first waves of my orgasm.
“Fuck, T!” he groans, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I continue to ride out my orgasm, wishing like hell it was Jax beneath me instead of his jersey. Imagining it’s his skin against mine and his cologne mixed with the scent of his sweat instead of a spray on his pillow clouding the room.
Fighting to catch my breath, I begin to come down from the high only he can give me when he makes me come. Even from thousands of miles away, through a phone, he commands my body in the way only he’s ever been able to.
“I thought I wasn’t superstitious, but I think that may need to be my new pregame routine for road games,” he pants, letting out a sigh of contentment.
“Consider it done. We’ve got years’ worth of road games to make up for.”
“Lucky for us, I don’t plan on retiring anytime soon, my love,” he retorts, instantly putting me at ease.
Throwing myself facedown on our bed, I blindly reach for my phone. Grasping it, I turn my head slightly, only peeking at him with one eye. “You better go score me a goal, Jaxy.”
“Only one? Easy.”
“And an apple.”
“You’re so fucking cute when you use hockey slang. One goal and an assist coming right up.”
“If you manage to pull it off, then I’ll be waiting in our bed in only your jersey when you get home,” I tell him.
“No need to give me additional motivation, but I’ll take it.
I’m pretty sure I’ll never get the image of you fucking my jersey outta my head, but I’ve always fantasized what it’d look like taking you from behind while my name and number are splayed across your back.
” He looks pained as he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Shit, now I’m going to have to take my pregame nap with a boner. ”
“I think I’ll join you for that pregame nap. I’ll need all the rest I can get before Walker gets here.”
“Okay, get some sleep. Have fun with Dubs tonight. I love you.”
“I love you too. Good luck tonight.”
“Thanks, baby.”
I blow him a kiss before he smacks a kiss on his screen and accidentally hangs up with his lips. Chuckling, I roll out of bed to use the restroom and wash up.
Pulling on a pair of my comfiest sweatpants, I sift through my hangers and settle on the limited edition retro Wolverines jersey with number twelve on the back.
Then, I make my way back to the bed and snuggle up to Jax’s pillow, imagining it’s him I’ve got nestled beside me as I drift into a peaceful sleep.