Chapter 20 #2
He palms my hips and walks us backward out of the room, not stopping until my knees hit the side of the sofa. “If you want me to stop, tell me right now. If you don’t, I’m going to do unspeakable things to you, Callie Cooper. Things I’ve been dreaming about for years.”
My tongue sneaks out to wet my lips, and I shake my head once. “Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Jaxon’s mouth descends on mine in a frenzied kiss as he lays me back on the sofa. He drapes half of his body over mine and hikes one of my legs around his back, gripping my flesh. “This ass was made for sin,” he whispers between kisses. “I fucking love your body. How goddamn soft you are.”
In that commanding tone that he’s used countless times to unravel me, he says, “Tell me what you want.”
“You know what I like,” I pant. “Touch me, Cowboy.”
He groans, gliding his hands up my legs. His fingers slip under the band of my leggings, and he rolls them down, leaving me bare save for my thin, lace panties. I’m suddenly grateful laundry day forced me to wear my good underwear.
“So soft,” he murmurs.
He pushes my thighs apart and crawls over me, one hand trailing from my waist to my ass as he aligns our hips. I can feel his thick bulge through his jeans as he rocks against me. “Are you aching for me, Alley Kat?”
“Y-yes.”
He repeats the motion, pressing me harder into the cushions. It’s too much and not enough all at once. “I bet your pussy is weeping for me, begging to be filled.”
“Jax. I need more.”
In one swift motion, he flips our positions so I'm straddling him with my hands resting flat against his hard chest.
“Use me,” he murmurs.
“I don't know how.”
He palms both of my hips and guides me back and forth over his hard length. The delicious friction sets off an intense flutter low in my belly. My lips part on a sigh, and I close my eyes, letting my sense of touch guide me.
He thrusts upwards, and I release a strangled moan.
“Eyes on me,” he growls. “Want to watch you make yourself come just like this.”
Like a single drop of ink spreading across parchment, we move in perfect harmony, each thrust driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.
His cock presses up against the seam of his jeans, hitting my clit at just the right angle. My lace panties add another layer to the incredible sensation.
My pussy clenches around nothing. “I’m so close,” I whisper, gasping for air between words.
Jaxon lifts his hips and stays there, letting me ride him to completion. The orgasm builds along my spine and spreads through my entire body in all-consuming, toe-curling pleasure. My fingers scrape against his chest as my muscles convulse from the force of my release.
With a strangled groan, Jaxon thrusts twice more then stills, his hands gripping my hips with such force, I’m certain I’ll still bear the marks tomorrow.
“You're fucking stunning when you come apart,” he says.
He pulls back to look at me and presses his lips to mine once more. This kiss is different. Chaste. Like instinct or muscle memory. This man has turned everything I thought I knew about pleasure on its axis. Of all the ways I imagined my first real sexual experience, I never pictured this.
“You ok?” he asks.
“Never better.”
“Mmmm. I think we can do a lot better.” His mouth curves into a devious smile. “I know my girl can give me one more.”
Before I have time to register the claim, his mouth finds a sensitive spot behind my ear and sucks. He licks a path lower, to the hollow of my throat. I let out a moan as his fingers slide to the juncture of my thighs.
“Has anybody ever touched you here?” he asks.
“No.”
“Can I?”
“God, yes.” The words come out high-pitched and breathy.
Jaxon wastes no time slipping his hand beneath the waistband of my panties. I gasp as his deft fingers find my sensitive clit, still wet and needy. It’s not a new sensation for me, but it feels different when somebody else is in charge.
I gasp when he slides lower and inserts one finger into me. My thighs close on instinct as my nerves get the better of me. “Jax.”
“Shhhh. I’ve got you, Callie baby. Relax for me.”
I drop my legs open and close my eyes.
“Look at me,” he says in a commanding voice. “I want to look into your eyes while I fuck you with my fingers.”
His finger drives in and out in a smooth rhythm. He promised to take it slow, and he’s proving to be a man of his word. “Does that feel good, baby?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.”
His finger pulls out, and he adds a second. My pussy clenches around the intrusion. “Deep breath. You’re doing so well.”
“Please,” I whisper.
I don’t know what I’m asking for, I just know I want more. It’s like slow, sweet torture.
In answer, his thumb finds my clit again, and the added pressure steals my breath.
“Yes.” I hiss the word through clenched teeth.
“You’re gripping me so tight.”
I slide one hand into Jaxon’s hair as he nips at my ear. My free hand finds my nipple through my thin cotton shirt.
He chuckles darkly and swats my hand away. “That’s my job.”
Before I have time to protest, Jaxon’s mouth closes around the fabric and pulls my taut nipple into his mouth.
The pleasure sends me soaring to new heights as his mouth and hands work in tandem to bring me more pleasure than I ever dreamed of.
I thought I knew my body, but Jaxon is pulling all my strings like a puppet master.
My second orgasm builds slowly from the tips of my toes, creeping upwards until my back arches off the couch and blinding pleasure emanates from every part of my body. I cry out some garbled mess of words, but they’re quickly swallowed up by Jaxon’s passionate, invading kiss.
He continues to work me through wave after wave of my climax until it becomes too much.
“Stop. Stop. I can’t take anymore,” I plead through quiet gasps.
Jaxon pulls back and stares into my eyes. I could get lost in those emerald depths and be content to stay there forever. He holds my gaze as his hand slides out of my pants, then he brings his fingers to his lips and licks them clean. He moans, the sound sending a shiver coursing through me.
I try to move, but my limbs don’t seem to belong to me anymore. Like an anchor in a storm, he shifts onto his back and pulls me half over him until my cheek rests against his chest. His palm skates up and down my arm in a soothing motion.
“How are you feeling?”
“Tired.”
“Was it too much?”
“Mmm… no.”
He presses his lips against the top of my head. “Rest. I won’t do anything else today.”
I let out a resigned sigh. “Why not?”
“I promised we’d take things slow. Besides, we have a lot to talk about.” His fingertips trace the contours of my face, and he’s looking at me like he can’t believe I’m real. The feeling is mutual. This feels like a dream I never should’ve had. “Tell me why you ghosted me.”
“Because…”
“Tell me.”
“Because it was getting too real. I didn't want to fall for some faceless guy on the internet.”
Way to go, Callie. Open mouth, insert foot.
“Are you trying to tell me that you’re falling for me?”
“No. That's not what I meant.” I close my eyes and groan. “God, how did I not see it. You’re cocky in and out of your disguise.”
“Keep talking like that, and I'll show you just how cocky I can get.”
“Promise?” I tentatively slide my hand down his stomach.
He grips my wrist, stopping me before I can reach for his belt buckle. “Not yet. You’re not ready.”
“I think I can judge that for myself.”
“Do you remember watching me? Do you remember what you saw?” He closes the remaining distance for me, pressing my palm against the impressive bulge in his jeans. “What this looks like?”
My breath hitches as I recall the stack of piercings that climb up his shaft, marking every inch. A laugh escapes, and pretty soon I’m dissolving into a fit of giggles.
He glares at me. “What’s so funny?”
“The… tin… man,” I say, each word punctuated by a gasp as I regain my composure. “You match.”
I snort and cover my face.
“Callie baby. Are you alright? Do I need to call my mom to give you some kind of psych eval?”
I shake my head and swipe the tears from my eyes. “I’m fine, I swear.”
“Are you gonna tell me what that was all about?” he asks.
I giggle again. “Mm no. I don’t think so.”
He rolls on top of me, caging me between his muscled forearms. His mouth descends on mine, and I’m swept up by an uncontrollable wave of desire. His lips are soft and unyielding.
The kiss gentles, his tongue lightly caressing mine. I melt into him, sliding my fingers into his hair.
When he pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.
“That’s my favorite sound,” he murmurs.
“What sound?”
“Your laugh.”
Jaxon
I tilt my head to the side and study her face. She’s a vision with her kiss-swollen lips and her flushed cheeks. Her eyes are pleading, but I won’t give in.
“Don’t look at me like that.”
“I’m not fragile, Jax. I won’t break.”
“I might. Being with you might be the end of me.” I press a kiss to her forehead, my lips lingering on her skin.
“I want to take my time. I want to learn your likes and dislikes. I want to wring every ounce of pleasure out of your body, but I can’t do that if I don’t know what works for you.
I don’t want to cross any boundaries you’re not ready for. ”
“Three years of my orgasms already belong to you. You know me better than anyone.”
“Those were empty words. Touching you, learning your body, that’s something completely different.”
“So, touch me.” She takes my hand and places it against her right breast. It’s more than a handful, her soft flesh spilling out of my calloused palm. “Please.”
I trail my hand higher, over her collarbone and neck until I’m cupping her jaw. “We’ve already gone too far. We need to talk before we go any further.”
She lets out a huff of air. “If you don’t want me, just say that.”
“I’m real fucking tempted to bring my hand down on that pretty ass of yours and make you pay for saying that bullshit to my face, but like I said, we need to talk first.” I grip her chin lightly between my thumb and forefinger and peck a soft kiss against her lips. “I want you. Don’t you ever doubt.”
She bites down on her bottom lip, eyes heavily lidded.
“Mm. Dirty girl. You like the sound of that.”
She nods.
“Use your words. Tell me what else you like.”
“I don’t know.” There’s the honesty I’ve been craving from the start. If we’re going to do this, she has to be able to open up to me about her needs.
“So, we’ll explore this together then. We can even make a list, if you want.”
Insecurity flashes across her features, and I’m itching to wipe it away. “Really? You want that? This… doesn’t turn you off?”
“Fuck no. This is a goddamn dream come true—a privilege. But we have to communicate, or this won’t work.”
She nods.
“Words, Callie.”
“Ok. Yes. I want you to teach me.”
Fuuuuck. She has no idea the beast she’s unleashed.
“Have you ever had anything inside of you?” I ask. “Toys?”
“No. I’ve always been too afraid to try.”
“Ok. We can work on that. What about oral? Has anybody ever tasted you, Callie baby?” My cock is hard as steel against her soft thigh. We’re not exactly in the best position to be having this conversation. “Have you ever put that pretty little mouth anywhere else?”
Please say no.
“No. Everything I’ve ever done has been with you,” she whispers. “I’ve only ever kissed one other person. She wasn’t interested in teaching me.”
“She’s a goddamn fool.”
There’s something so earnest in her expression, and it makes me want to give her everything she ever wanted and more. “I want to taste you, Jax.”
“Fuck, baby. You can’t say shit like that right now. Not yet.” I adjust our position so she’s not suffocating my dick. “If I ever go too far, you can always tell me to stop. I’ll never push your boundaries without your consent. It’s important that you know that.”
“I trust you.”
Those words mean everything to me. It took a long time to earn them, and I vow right then and there that I’ll do everything in my power to keep earning them.
“Do you want to make a list?”
“No. I just want things to happen naturally. I’m willing to try anything once. If something doesn’t work, we can talk about it.”
“I hope you know what you’re asking for.”
“Do your worst, Cowboy.”
“No. I’ll only ever give you the best, Callie baby.” I press a kiss to the tip of her nose and pull the chunky knit blanket over our bodies. “Rest. You’re gonna need it.”