Chapter 28
Fine-ally
? Nervous - Maren Morris
Callie
Minutes pass—maybe hours, I can’t be sure. With each brush of his fingers, another piece of my soul connects to his, like an old skeleton key finding the perfect lock after years of being lost at the back of an antique store. Time has broken us both, but together we can be whole again.
“Jax?” His name is both a promise and a plea.
“Yeah, baby?”
I reach back and unhook my bra, letting it drop to the floor at our feet. “I want to forget now.”
His eyes rake over me with unmasked hunger. “Are you sure?”
I skate my hand down his beard, and his throat constricts ever so slightly.
“Yes,” I say. “I’ve never wanted anyone or anything the way I want you.”
His lips tease my chest and collarbone, peppering delicate kisses on every bit of exposed flesh within reach. “Do you know how beautiful you are?”
His mouth lowers between my breasts, kissing down until he’s pulling my taut nipple between his lips, his tongue lathing over the hardened peak.
I draw in a shallow breath as goose bumps skitter across my skin. “I need you.”
He licks a long stripe up my chest and neck, and then he kisses me. His mouth moves with ardent, deliberate movements, bending me to his will.
I tug at his belt buckle.
Before I can get it all the way undone, he stops me. “Not here. The first time I have you is going to be in my bed, just the way I imagined you every goddamn night since the first time you called me your cowboy.”
He wraps his arms around me and stands with my ankles locked around his waist as he carries me down the hallway to his room.
I’m placed at the edge of the bed, and he drops to his knees, hands skating up my legs to pull off my thigh-high stockings.
One at a time, he rolls them down, his mouth following the path his fingers have laid.
My skirt goes next, then my panties, until I’m completely bared to him for the first time.
My instinct is to cover myself—to hide my rolls, scars, and stretch marks, the evidence of my past and everything that led me here—but with Jaxon, I don’t feel the need to hide anymore.
He’s looking at me with such reverence, like I’m some mythical creature, disbelief etched into the subtle lines around his eyes.
“More beautiful than I ever imagined,” he whispers. “Lie back for me.”
I shift farther up the bed and rest my head on the pillows while Jaxon removes his jeans and boxer briefs. I’ve seen him naked enough; it shouldn’t still leave me speechless, but there’s something so disarming about the way he’s crawling toward me, exposed and vulnerable. All pretense is gone.
He spreads my thighs, and cool air dances across my wet, heated flesh. “Is this all for me?”
“Yes.”
“That’s my girl.” He drapes my legs over his shoulders and back, settling between my spread thighs. His hot breath ghosts across my skin seconds before his mouth descends to my pussy. Just like in the library, Jaxon devours me like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted.
His teeth drag over my clit before he soothes it with his tongue. I moan and squirm beneath him, and he presses down on my lower belly, keeping me in place as he slips two fingers inside of me. I’m completely lost to the pleasure coiling tight inside of me.
He knows exactly which buttons to push, bending me to his will like my body is under his control. His mouth and fingers work together to drive me higher and higher until I’m nothing but a writhing, panting mess.
“Jax. Oh god. Fuck.”
Our eyes lock, and the erotic sight of him between my thighs makes my skin prickle.
“That’s it. Scream my name. Let the whole world know who you belong to.”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I shatter. Stars burst behind my eyelids, and I come on a strangled cry, my pussy clenching around his intrusion.
When the shockwaves subside, he crawls up my body and kisses me. I can taste myself on him, and I’m surprised to find I don’t hate it. My fingers tangle in his curls, and I tug when his hard length bumps against my sensitive clit.
He sweeps the hair away from my forehead. Instead of recoiling from the touch, I welcome it.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks. “Maybe we should start small. I don't want to hurt you, and my piercings—”
I press my lips to his, silencing any further questions. “I want my first time to be with you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. I'm choosing you, Jax.”
He pulls out a condom from his nightstand and rolls it down his hard length.
I never knew that simple action could be so fucking hot.
“I'll be gentle, I promise, but it is going to hurt a little.”
I cradle his face in my palms, smoothing my thumbs along his cheeks. “It’s ok. I want this.”
He settles heavily between my thighs and slides the head of his cock through my wetness. My fists tangle in the sheets as he nudges at my entrance.
“Deep breath in, baby.” He pushes forward.
I slowly breathe out, instinctively tensing against the pain.
“That's my girl. Relax and let me in,” he murmurs as he pulls back and moves forward once more.
He kisses my temple. “One more time, Callie baby. Breathe for me.” He gives me one final thrust, and I feel a sharp pinch as he seats himself fully inside of me. His mouth drops open, and he moans. “Are you ok?”
I force myself to lie still, filled and stretched far more than I anticipated. “I'm fine.”
“One of these days I'm gonna fuck the fine right out of your pretty mouth,” he says gruffly. “I'll ask again. Are you ok?”
“It hurts a little. I think... I think I need you to move.”
“Was that so hard?”
I wiggle my hips and smirk. “Well... I mean…”
He groans. “Just talk to me. Tell me what you need, and I'll do everything in my power to give it to you. But fine doesn’t cut it, Callie. Fine is what you say when you’re lying through your teeth, and I don’t want any lies between us.
Not anymore.” He presses his forehead to mine and closes his eyes.
“Your needs are important to me. You are important to me.”
Hot tears sting my eyes as his words smooth over the rough edges of my tattered soul. Being with Jaxon feels like finally coming home. I’ve searched for this my entire life, never finding it—never quite feeling whole.
“Don’t cry,” he whispers. “Please don’t cry.”
I draw in a shaky breath. “Just move. I want to feel you.”
“Are you sure you’re ok?”
“Yes.”
He pulls back and pushes forward again, setting a slow, tantalizing rhythm as his hips grind against my softness.
My fingernails dig into his shoulders, the muscle and sinew writhing beneath my palms. Tender bites and teasing licks along my neck and collarbone provide the perfect distraction, and soon the pain turns to all-consuming pleasure.
“You feel fucking incredible, baby.”
He thrusts harder, hitting me deeper than I ever thought possible. I respond with an inarticulate sound.
“Are you ok?” he asks.
“I’m so good.”
As if to punctuate the point, he thrusts again, picking up speed. A high-pitched moan slips past my lips, and my eyes drift shut on their own.
“That's it. Let me hear you. By the time I'm finished, this pussy will be begging for more, and nobody will ever fit you the way I do. You were made for me.”
My body trembles from the combination of Jaxon’s filthy words and the intense pressure of him inside of me. Nothing has ever felt so right, so perfect. Though I have nothing to compare the sensation to, the piercings add a satisfying friction as his cock slides in and out of me.
His large palm grips my thigh just behind my knee, hiking it around his hip. It changes the angle of his thrusts, and his cock hits me impossibly deeper this time.
“So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Perfect.” Thrust.
My pussy clenches with each gruff word, and a cascade of warmth floods through me from the tips of my toes all the way to my cheeks. Sweat gathers along every inch of exposed flesh, his and mine, as Jaxon fucks me like he’s waited his entire life for this moment—like I have.
He buries his face in my neck as he holds himself above me. I can tell he’s hanging on by a thread, focused solely on my pleasure and forsaking his own. I don’t want that. “Let go, Jax. Fuck me into the mattress.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking for.”
“I do. Give it to me, Cowboy.”
“Fuuuck.”
Faster than I can even register the movement, he flips me onto my stomach. “Lift your hips.”
I comply with his command, and he positions a pillow beneath me. “Is this ok?”
“I appreciate that you’re taking care of me, but if you don’t make me come soon, I’m going to make you regret it.”
He chuckles. “You’re mouthy for a woman who was still a virgin ten minutes ago.”
“And you’re cocky for a man who hasn’t made me come around his dick yet.”
“Fucking hell.”
I look back over my shoulder to take in the view. Jaxon’s on his knees behind me with his head thrown back and his eyes pinched shut. I rock back into him. His rigid length brushes against my wet center.
His eyes bore into me as he takes his cock in hand and strokes himself. “I could come just like this. Leave you empty and unsatisfied. Is that what you want?”
I jut my lip out in a dramatic pout. “Please, Jax. I need you. Please fuck me.”
“That’s better.”
His restraint snaps. He grips my hips and thrusts home in one smooth stroke.
My lips part in surprise, and I let out a sound somewhere between a cry and a moan.
Despite the bite of pain, I put up little resistance.
It’s too early to say for sure, but this position might be my favorite.
He pounds into me at a bruising pace, the sounds of ragged breathing and flesh slapping against flesh permeating the room.
His palm skates up my back and pushes down between my shoulder blades, pressing my face into the mattress. “Look at you. You look so pretty wrapped around my dick.”
I bite into the bedsheet as pain and pleasure intertwine, driving me closer to the edge of oblivion.
His forearm digs into my soft belly as two fingers circle my clit. “Need to feel you strangle my cock before I come inside you.”
“Yes. Just like that,” I say breathily. “I’m so close.”
All coherent thoughts have fled as I surrender to this man and the way he commands my body. After a few more precise strokes, I fall apart beneath him. My cries are muffled by the bed as he continues to fuck me through it.
A string of curses passes from his lips as his movements become erratic, then he stills, groaning out his release. He pulls my body up, my back to his front, banding his arms around me as his heavy breaths fan across my neck.
Jaxon holds me steady as his cock softens inside of me, but he doesn’t pull out. “How do you feel? Was I too rough with you?”
I reach my arm back and run my fingers through his hair.
“No. You were perfect.”
Still seated inside of me, he lays us down on our sides and pulls the blankets over us.
“Jax?”
“Hmm?”
“Are you gonna…”
“No. I waited a long time to have you. Let me enjoy it for a while longer.”
I know what he means. Jaxon and I… we just… fit. If I’m honest, I don’t want him to pull away either. Everything about this feels meant to be. I’m not quite ready to unpack what that means for us going forward, but I’m going to savor this moment and every one after until the very last.