Chapter 21 Jaxon
Jaxon
I flick the movie on and take a sip of my wine, catching the curious way Rowyn is watching me.
She has a grin on her face, and is into this game every bit as much as I am.
Yes, I would simply love to take her upstairs, or right here on the couch, but I want to draw tonight out.
The next couple of weeks are going to be intense, and while I’m away, she’s likely going to be hanging out at her favorite coffee shop.
Is that why you’re doing this, dude?
Excuse me?
You know, so she’s thinking of you while chatting with hot coffee shop guy.
Shut the fuck up.
“Oh, wow they start out pretty fast with the rules, huh?” she asks.
“Yeah, that’s what makes this fun.”
“So you’ve done it before, with Poppy perhaps.”
I stare at her, unable to process the words. Who the hell is Poppy? When I finally figure out who she’s talking about, I laugh and I’m about to explain, but she points to the TV and says, “you want to go first?” I hit pause on the remote.
“Okay.” I think about it for a second. I want the truths to be about intimacy, about what she likes, would like done to her, or what she’d like to do to me. I don’t want it to be about real truths—I’m not ready to admit to anything—and I think she understands that too. “Truth.”
She leans toward me. “Tell me something you like for me to do to you, or something you’d like to do to me, Jaxon.”
My dick instantly hardens because she has that look in her eyes, the same one she had before she sank to her knees and took my cock into her mouth
I reach out, and lightly run my hand along the other edge of her breast. “I’d like for you to be bare under your sweater.”
She eyes me. “Is this about talk, or action, too?”
“Up to you. I think we’re sort of making up the rules as we go along.”
She pushes to her feet, puts her hands behind her back and then, in that slick move women have, she pulls her bra out through her sleeve.
“Magic,” I murmur, as I take in the way her nipples press against the soft fabric of her sweater.
My dick twitches, and a low groan rumbling in her throat tells me that pleases her.
But Jesus, knowing her breasts are bare, mine for the taking, is the worst kind of torturous foreplay. Why again did I want to do this?
For her.
Right, for her.
Yes, okay, I’m getting something too, but I want this to be all for her.
I press play and the movie continues. She settles next to me. Jesus, it’s hard to concentrate. She leans forward, takes a small sip of her wine and sets it back on the coffee table. “Why are zombies so hungry?” she asks.
A rumbled laugh catches in my throat and she grins at me. “If I were a zombie, you wouldn’t stand a chance,” I tease.
“Oh. You’d eat me?”
I lick my bottom lip, my gaze dropping to her breasts, before traveling to that sweet spot between her legs. “Babe, it’s all I can think about.”
She swallows. Hard. Good, now she’s just as aroused as I am.
I hit pause on the remote when another rule comes up.
“Truth or dare?” Her chest rises and falls quickly as she pulls her plump bottom lip between her teeth.
Her gaze goes to the bowl of ice. “Remember if you pick dare, I get to do whatever I want with that ice.”
“Dare,” she murmurs, her voice a whisper full of arousal.
“Nice.” I drop to my knees on the floor, take one of the cubes in my hand. “Please lift your sweater,” I command, knowing just how to arouse her. “Then hands at your sides. Do not move.”
“Jaxon,” she breathes out. “I think you might be two pages ahead of me in this game.”
“It’s almost like I had these moves planned out, huh?
” I tease as I pop the ice cube into my mouth.
It instantly begins to melt on my tongue and my body heats up even more when she lifts her shirt, offering me her gorgeous breasts.
I growl and grip her thighs. She gasps as I tug her toward me, her knees tightening on my body as I put my hands on her waist and lean in.
Her gorgeous pink nipple puckers as I press the ice to it and I glance up to see the way her head rolls to the side, fire in her eyes as I tease and torment her pert bud.
“I’ve never… no one…” She swallows again, her words falling off. I treat her other nipple to the same delicious pleasure and she wiggles, shoving her hands under her backside to keep them from moving. It’s clear she wants to touch me. Fuck, I want that too, but she likes when I restrain her.
When the ice melts, I inch back and take in the flush on her cheeks. “No one’s ever done that for you, babe?”
“No.”
“Then it’s a good thing we’re playing this game, because I’m going to discover all your secrets.” I grip her thighs and run my hands higher and higher until I’m inches away from her sex. She whimpers and shifts, but I move back, leaving her wanting more.
She exhales quickly. “Jaxon?”
“Yeah babe?” I ask, acting casual when I’m anything but. Christ, my dick is aching and about to break through my zipper.
I sit beside her and start the movie again.
She leans forward, and I can’t help but reach out and put my hand on her back, because I want…
okay fine, I need to touch her, need the connection.
Her hair brushes her face as she turns to me and when I’m rewarded with a soft, tender smile, my throat tightens.
She turns back toward the TV and I continue to run my hand over her shoulder blades.
“Jaxon.”
“Yeah.”
She laughs and takes the remote, hitting pause. “Oh right.”
“Truth or dare?” she asks.
“How about truth?”
She laughs. “You’re making your next move.”
“You know it.” I tap my chin like I’m thinking about it, and her gaze drops to my swollen dick. I quickly change my strategy.
Okay, some might think this is about me, and yeah, it probably is, but I’m reading the need in her eyes. I stand, and unhook the button on my jeans. “Babe,” I begin. “Nothing fucks me up like seeing you on your knees in front of me.”
She sucks in a fast breath. Jesus, she likes how much she turns me on, and it’s the ultimate fucking turn on for me. Could a guy ever ask for more than that? I push the coffee table back and toss a pillow onto the floor.
“That’s what you like, Jaxon? Me, on my knees…mouth open.”
Mouth open…
“Fuck yes.”
Her entire body quivers as she sinks to her knees before me, and I unzip my pants and pull out my throbbing dick.
“Mmm,” she moans, and opens her mouth.
“Tongue out. Hands on your knees,” I command and she quakes as she quickly obliges. “Eyes to me.”
She glances up at me and I take my dick into my hand and tap it on the crook of her lip as her pretty pink tongue waits for a taste.
She blinks up at me and the sheer fucking excitement and arousal in her eyes is enough to make me want to shoot down her throat.
I do a fast bit of mental math to keep myself in check.
Once I have the tiniest bit of control, I grab my cock at the base, and tug all the way to my crown, milking the pre-cum from my slit. She holds her tongue out, and I let my cock hover over it, my cum slowly dripping and I swear to God it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.
“Jesus,” I murmur as she waits for my offering.
Her little whimpering sounds of need curl around me and when my cum pools on the tip of her tongue, as she awaits my instructions, I struggle to speak. “Taste me,” I finally manage to get out.
She pulls her tongue into her mouth and her eyes slip shut as she moans and savors the taste.
“Do you like that, babe?” I ask, needing her to say it.
“I didn’t think I would. But I do, with you.”
Fuck, I hope she can’t see what her words are doing to me, and not just physically. “You are so sexy, Row.” I reach down, and cup her cheek. “You’re also so good at this, I’m not even sure you need lessons.”
“Oh, but I do,” she answers quickly, obviously loving this game as much as I am.
“Want to play some more?”
“I think we need to,” she says, a teasing hint to her voice, as she settles back on the sofa. Watching a movie with my dick throbbing is going to be a fucking chore, that’s for sure. I zip myself back up, and she starts the movie like she now has an agenda of her own.
The second another rule comes up, she turns to me and says, “Truth.”
“Tell me what you’d like?”
“I’d like for you to take your pants off, Jax.”
“Thank God,” I huff out and she laughs.
“But I’m not done yet.”
“You only get one truth,” I explain.
“Oh, you want me to stop?”
“Fuck, no,” I say quickly, and stand to quickly tear off my pants and boxers. Her gaze stays on my dick when I sit back down, my cock is fully erect, it’s one eye on the ceiling.
“I mean, you did say we could make up the rules as we go.”
“Go,” I say.
“So you see, I really love being on my knees before you, but you only gave me a taste. I didn’t get to feel your cock in my mouth.”
“Oh my Jesus, Row. Are you kidding me?”
She practically vibrates as she giggles. “Now who’s planning moves?”
I’m about to stand, but she sinks to her knees and I sit on the sofa as she lowers her head, taking my dick all the way to the back of her throat. Her warm wet mouth closes around me and I slide my fingers through her hair, pushing it to the side to watch.
“You are so good at this,” I murmur and her warm palm cups my balls.
Her mouth moves back and forth a few times and then she inches back, and grins up at me as she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Why is that so damn sexy? I sit dumbfounded for a second as she moves back to the sofa and she chuckles at my stupor.
“Shall we play?” she asks.
“Right, fuck.” She chuckles again and I shake my head. “You really like fucking with me, don’t you?”
“What are you even talking about?” She blinks innocently and somehow that arouses me even more.
I take the remote from her. “Just so you know, two can play this game.”
She grins and settles in beside me and the second another rule comes up, I pause.
“Truth,” I say, and before she can even open her mouth, I slide my hand between her legs, press my thumb to her sex through her jeans and says “I’d love to see you out of these pants.
” After a quick intake of air, I command, “Stand, and do it slowly.”
She pushes to her feet, and instead of facing me, she offers me her back.
Oh yeah, this is going to be good. I reach for my phone and put on some music and her chuckle curls around me as she glances over her shoulder.
“Ever done a strip tease, Row?” She shakes her head, her hair brushing over her shoulders. “It’s good to be prepared, in case.”
In case she has to do it for hot coffee shop guy.
Fuck that.
Her zipper hisses over the low music, and she wiggles her backside.
She might as well be sitting on my dick, because it’s feeling every sweet sway of her hips.
Her fingers hook in her belt loops and she wiggles as she drags her pants down her legs.
Christ, did the temperature in the room spike?
When she gets them to her ankles, she slowly kicks them off and stands before me in her panties.
Yeah, okay. I only asked her to remove her pants. Well played, Rowyn. Well played.
She turns to face me, her cheeks flushed and my gaze drops to her lacy white panties. So fucking innocent it’s insane.
“Babe,” is all I can get out.
“Is there a problem?” she asks, blinking at me.
“Oh yeah.” I take my dick into my hand. “A big fucking problem.”