Jaxon #4
I don’t relent, my mouth returning to her neck. I lick, suck, and bite, just hard enough to mark her to deepen the mark a beautiful shade of purple. She arches against me, surrendering completely, her breath hitching with every flick of my tongue, and every roll of her hips.
When my lips find hers again, she opens for me without hesitation. Her kisses are fierce, and she doesn’t even realize it.
“How does it feel?” I murmur against her lips, my voice rough, teasing.
Her moan is breathy, drawn from the depths of her soul—but that’s not enough for me. I need to hear her voice, sweet and angelic, spilling her desires for me.
“Use your words, Reina,” I growl, gripping her waist as she rides me. “I wanna hear you. How does it feel?”
“S-shit…” she stumbles over the curse, her voice breaking.
“It feels good,” she breathes, placing her warm palms flat against my chest. “So fucking good.” She pushes herself up, adding pressure to her warm center.
I guide her movements, dragging her core against my length, urging her to take what she needs.
She concedes, pumping relentlessly against my dick, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.
Don’t come. Don’t come.
Don’t. Fucking. Come.
“Fuck…” I groan, caught off guard by her intensity, the heat rolling off her pussy almost sends me straight to my maker. She’s a fucking masterpiece, and I want to take it all in—witness her splendor for as long as she’ll let me. So I take a deep breath, exhaling on a groan to fight it back.
I wet my thumb and index finger on my tongue, slipping my hand under her shirt, throwing all my focus on her pleasure. As I roll her hardened nipple between my fingers, her mouth falls open in a silent moan. And she finally slows, when I tug sharply.
“Yes… oh, fuck yes, Jaxon,” she pants, and I can hear the hint of something darker in her voice.
She likes it when it hurts a little.
Her body betrays her, her breathing growing shallow. Her eyes flutter closed as her head tips back, trying to mask her desire. But her body doesn’t lie—her thighs tighten around me, her body trembling with every pulse of pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s it, baby. You’re almost there,” I murmur, pressing her down harder, making her feel it deeper, more intensely.
“Jaxon… oh, fuck…” she whispers, her voice a broken cry.
“Look at you, Reina,” I rasp, voice raw with desire. “You look so goddamn exquisite up there.”
The moment she falls apart sends a shock wave through my body. She holds her breath, biting down on her lip, and when her body starts to tremble, unable to hold herself up any longer, she collapses on top of my chest.
Her orgasm courses through her, and she clings to me, but it ignites something in me that I’m afraid—for her—I’m going to have to finish.
“I want to taste you.” Now, do I know this is going to get me into trouble and more than likely send me over the deep end? Yes. But as her eyes snap to mine, I couldn’t give a shit. Two big pools of yearning and desire stare back at me.
“Wha—” At this point, I’m too far gone for her questions. I roll her onto her back, hooking my fingers into either side of her shorts.
“Lift your hips for me, honey.”
The silence is deafening, and I can see the look of decisiveness on her face.
“Don’t think,” I trail one of my hands down her body, between her thighs, until my fingers meet her soaking center. “Don’t think.”
As soon as the first breathy moan rolls off her tongue, her hips lift like the pearly gates, offering me access to the only heaven I’ll ever know.
Slipping her shorts over her round ass and down her thighs, I toss them aside.
She tries to shut her trembling legs, but I hold them open, admiring how she glistens for me.
My mouth waters instantly, lust tearing through every blood vessel in my body.
She looks at me—warily—eyes blown wide, pupils dilated. “I don’t think…”
“That’s your problem.” I stop the bullshit before it starts—I know she wants this just like I do. “You think too fucking much,” I growl as I sink my fingers into her hot, wet pussy. I want her raw, I want her messy, I want to hear her scream my name.
The silent cry that leaves her is fucking magical. Savoring each breathy moan as my fingers pump inside, I curl them to hit the exact spot that makes her pleasure audible.
When I pull them out, she whimpers a sound of disappointment that makes me chuckle as I slowly lick my fingers clean— I know her eyes are on me, and I want her to watch me as I bask in the taste of her.
A rumble forms in my chest, a fire catching in its wake. “Sit on my face, Reina.” My eyes snap to hers. “I want to taste your screams.”
I lower myself to the bed, tugging her on top of me again, but this time I slide her up my body until her glistening pussy is inches from my lips.
“I don’t think I want to be responsible for your death.” She peers down at me between her thighs, genuine concern in her eyes. “You’ll suffocate.”
“Then I’ll die a happy man. And when I get to hell, I will be sure to give those poor souls a detailed description of what heaven tastes like, because I’ll be the only one of them who knows.
” I lift my head, running my flattened tongue slowly along her swollen clit, and she shivers as I let out a groan from the unfiltered taste of her. “Now, sit this pretty pussy on me.”
Her gasp melts into a moan as I tug her down onto my waiting tongue.
Fuck.
I shouldn’t be doing this. Not with her. Never with her. I promised myself that years ago.
This broke every rule I’ve ever had. No fraternizing with clients, no fucking clients, no getting personal. It’s something that I drill into my team’s minds.
When you pull someone from the brink of hell, they have a tendency to look at you differently, clinging to you like a lifeline. And that closeness can spell trouble, if you aren’t careful.
I was trying to be so careful, but this feels inevitable, right.
And that makes me a fucking hypocrite, because as soon as the first taste of my best friend’s little sister slips down my throat, the rules go out the motherfucking window.
My lips curve into a smirk as her mouth falls open, a silent gasp caught in her throat.
I drag her swollen clit between my teeth—with just enough pressure to make her thighs tremble against my palms—then suck on the tender bud in a succession of soft, wet pops.
Her fingers twist desperately in my hair, torn between pulling me closer and pushing me away from the exquisite torture.
“You feel that?” My voice is low as I meet her wide-eyed gaze. “You want this. Stop fighting it, Reina.”
My left hand grips her ass, firm and possessive, as I take a breath—drawing in her scent, her heat, her hunger.
Deliciously slow, I flatten my tongue and drag it along her center as I sink two fingers deep inside her from behind.
Her walls clench around me, and a shiver shoots through the base of my spine.
One of her hands flies to the headboard above me, steadying herself, while the other tangles deeper in my hair, gripping me as though she might drown if she lets go.
“Oh my…” she gasps, her voice breathless as my fingers start to move faster. My lips wrap around her clit, sucking gently before I flick my tongue over it.
“Mmm,” I hum into her. The vibrations ripple through her, and her legs begin to shutter as if they might give out, but I hold her steady. I can’t let a drop of her go to waste.
She grinds against me, her hips rolling, matching me stroke for stroke.
Steady moans turn into screams, and I feel her fingers tighten in my hair, tugging hard as her voice grows shaky.
She’s so close, and I know it. I feel it in the way her body tenses, the way she becomes desperate as my tongue alternates between licking and sucking, tasting the splendor she offers.
“That’s it,” I murmur as I add another finger. “Ride my fingers like the pretty little slut you are, gimme a taste of nirvana. I want to taste you in the back of my throat every time I swallow.”
Her breathing hitches, and I know she’s on the edge. The sensation I feel against my lips—the way she says my name, the way my face is drenched in her essence—tells me everything. She’s right there, her orgasm, a storm about to break.
A wave of fresh heat trickles into my mouth and down my throat as she finds her release, rattling the headboard. Holding up her fading body, I lick her slowly as she rides the waves of her pleasure, fighting against the current.
She finally collapses, a trembling mess, and I catch her—placing her softly onto the bed next to me. I can’t help but to have noticed that she hasn’t taken a breath in the last five seconds, her hands grip my shoulders as I rub her back soothingly. “Breathe, honey,” I murmur.
She finally lets air into her lungs as she starts to come down from her high, looking up at me through thick, dark lashes, her eyes heavy. I swipe a curl from her face and cup her cheek, smiling down at her, cocking a brow.
But before I can ask if she’s okay, her eyes widen, and she scrambles out of my arms.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, a triumphant smile pulling at my lips. She’ll never look at me the same again, but that was the plan. I never wanted her to see the nice guy I was before. I want her to get acquainted with who I have become.
“Mr. Knox, I think it’s time for me to go to bed,” she mutters, frantically tugging on her shorts.
“I was just Jaxon a second ago when you were coming in my mouth. Now we’re back to Mr. Knox?” I chuckle, amusement lacing my voice.
“I’ll be in my room.”
“It’s your world, Reina.” I say, licking my lips and giving her a sly grin. “I’m just living in it,”
“Stop calling me that,” she seethes, her voice tight with anger. Although, she’s not angry with me. She’s angry at herself, angry she let me in.
She goes to get off the bed, but I grab her wrist, stopping her. I search her eyes, my gaze running over her perfect features, landing on her supple, swollen lips.
“Every time you mistake me for a good man, I want you to remember what just happened and thank your lucky stars I didn’t feel like showing you my true colors tonight,” I say with a smirk, igniting a new fire in her. She yanks her hand out of mine and storms off, slamming the door behind her.
“But keep that fucking attitude up, and I will,” I call after her, and I know she hears me because she slams her bedroom door harder in reply. And for some reason, that makes me smile.
You can try to run, Reina, but this is just the tip of the iceberg. It’s going to be so much fun watching our climax, now that I’ve heard my name fall from those perfect lips, we’re both fucked. I’m a patient man, and delayed gratification is my specialty.