Chapter 22 Rowyn
Rowyn
I wiggle as Jaxon takes his cock into his hand and strokes it.
My entire body heats, and I grow damp between my legs.
My God, I need a ‘truth’ and I need it fast, because if he doesn’t bury his face between my legs in the next few minutes, I’m going to spontaneously combust. I thought leaving my panties on to tease him would be fun, now I just wish I could touch myself the same way he’s touching his big, beautiful cock that I so desperately want pounding me deep.
He lets his cock go, his face twisted in agony when he reaches for the remote. “Let’s keep going?”
You’re doing this to him, girlfriend.
“Okay,” I manage to push the word past my lips and sit beside him as that thought thrills me.
I squeeze my thighs together, seeking any kind of release and his gaze drops to my thighs, a knowing grin on his face.
We watch for what feels like eternity. Early on in the movie, the rules were constantly popping up, now not so much and it’s the worst kind of torture.
I let out an audible sigh that brings a smile to his face when another rule finally races across the screen. “Truth,” I blurt out.
“Okay, Rowyn, tell me. What would you like done to you, or what would you like to do to me?"
I tap my chin, pretending I’m in deep thought and his grin grows, because of course he knows what I want. This man is astute. He pays attention. What more could a girl ask for in a partner? Not that we’re real partners or anything but still…
“I think I’d like to feel your mouth between my legs.”
In a move that makes me gasp, he grips my thighs and tugs until I’m lying on my back. My breath comes faster now, as he licks his lips and turns his focus to the needy spot between my legs.
“Mmm…” he murmurs. I can’t believe he wants this as much as I do.
“Oh God,” I bite out. He nips at the lace on my panties and I wiggle, trying to work them free. But he has other devious ideas, like trying to kill me with arousal.
Using his teeth, he tugs on my panties, pulling them up instead of down, but damn the way they press against my clit comes with so much pleasure.
He lets them go, and puts his mouth on my sex, licking me through the fabric.
I go up on my elbows to watch as he buries his face against me, his breath so hot on my flesh that I warm from the inside out.
Everything this man does, every time he touches me flips my world upside down—makes me want things I never allowed myself to want before.
He pushes my panties to the side, exposing my most private parts to him and I flop back down when his hot, wet mouth closes over my sex. He slowly drags his tongue from bottom to top, and I wiggle, needing more. He finally, finally laps at my clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure.
“Yes, Jax,” I murmur and toss my head from side to side.
Somewhere from deep between my legs his muffled voice wraps around me. “This what you wanted to feel?”
“God, yes.”
“I love that you know what you want and that you’re asking for it. It’s so sexy.”
I honestly had no idea that it was a turn on. But would it be like this with other men? Do I even care? I don’t think I do, and I know I don’t want to be thinking about any other man, not when I’m with Jaxon like this.
Not even when we’re not like this.
Damn.
He inserts a finger and as my thoughts collapse, I give a silent prayer that I didn’t have to go another round with our game to feel him inside me. I moan, and he takes my clit into his mouth as he crooks his finger and finds that hot bundle of nerves that craves his touch.
“Jax,” I cry out, my release building as he touches me with deft fingers, like he’s known my body forever.
“I want your cum all over my face,” he bluntly tells me and I go up on my elbows again to find his head angled, his eyes on mine.
“Yes please,” is all I can manage and his chuckle vibrates through me as he focuses back in on pleasuring me.
He deepens the pressure on my clit, and I fall back again and take my breasts into my hands as he sets out to ruin me.
His tongue works, his teeth nip and he inserts another finger for a deliciously snug fit.
I close my eyes, concentrating only on the things he’s doing to me and a moment later, the world explodes behind my eyes.
I gasp, my eyes opening again and I glance down to see his face buried deep as I ride out the powerful waves.
I rake one hand in his hair and he pushes against me, like he too has been craving my touch.
I pulse and convulse like a thousand fireworks exploding at once, and as soon as I finish riding out the pleasure, he slowly, almost reluctantly lifts his head.
But the second I see the look on his face, see the need, the desire, but most importantly the tenderness when he looks at me, I know he’s desperate for more, and I’m desperate to give it to him.
I take the remote, pause the movie and toss it to the side. “Tell me a truth,” I murmur my heart doing weird things in my chest.
He lifts himself slightly, moving to the side, his gaze on my sex again. He lightly pets me, and I heat all over again. Never have I been aroused so fast after an orgasm before, but never have I been with Jaxon.
“The truth is, Row. I want…no…” He glances up at me as he shakes his head. “I need my cock in here.” A fast breath and then, “Tell me you need it too.”
“I need it too,” I say without any hesitation.
He sits up, and I do the same. Then I stand, expecting him to take me upstairs, but he has other ideas. He reaches out, and in a fast move, grips my panties. I turn toward him, and the intensity on his face sends heat rippling through me.
“These have to go.”
“Yes.”
He slowly pulls them down, and I widen my legs a bit. He groans as he exposes my sex and with my panties hugging my thighs, he leans in and breathes in my aroused scent as his mouth grazes my stomach.
He goes back to my panties, dragging them far too slowly and I want to tell him to hurry, that this slow seduction is killing me, but I think that’s all part of the foreplay.
“Jax,” I moan.
“Yeah, baby?” A beat and then, “Tell me what’s on your mind.”
Does he want me to talk dirty to him? Dammit, I’m not even sure I have that in me, but I guess now is the perfect time to try.
“I want your cock inside me. I want you to stretch me as you go deep.”
“Christ,” he groans and that one word, and the agony I hear in it, gives me all the encouragement I need.
“I actually want to ride you, Jaxon. I want to sit on your lap, put my breasts in your face, and have you suck on my nipples as I ride you and take what I want.”
“Holy fuck, Row.”
“I want to rub my clit on your pelvis, I want to grind against you as you fuck me.”
With hands that are suddenly urgent, he quickly pulls my panties to my feet and I lift one foot at a time, slowly, torturing him the same way he just tortured me.
A grin I have no control over tugs at my lips as he groans and tosses my panties away.
I step back, inching away as I slide a hand between my legs, my damp lips hugging my finger as I slide it between the seam.
“How did I do with the dirty talk?” I tease.
“Fucking A-plus,” he grunts. “Now get your sweet fucking ass over here.” I step toward him on shaky legs and one of his hands goes to my hip as his other goes to his cock. “Put your legs on either side of me, and let me watch how your pussy spreads open for me.”
Oh God, he’s way better at dirty talk and I love it.
I do as he asks, and poise myself over his rock-hard cock. He grips both of my hips now, controlling my movement and my body relaxes, trusting him completely. I wiggle and push against him, rubbing my needy pussy against his chest, and he gifts my flesh with wet, open-mouthed kisses.
He allows me to stimulate my clit for a second, and then he’s pulling me down onto his cock. His thick crown breaches my opening and I moan, my eyes closing, my head going back as he gives me a minute to adjust to his thickness.
“Jaxon, I love these lessons,” I murmur.
“Good, because I love giving them.” He pulls me down more, moving me around so easily. My hands go to his shoulders, and I take pleasure in the way his muscles move as he slowly inches into me.
His cock stretches me, and he rests his head against the back of the sofa.
I glance down, reveling in the way his long shaft disappears inside my body.
His hips lift, and he pulls me down hard, the tip of his crown hitting my cervix and sending ripples of pleasure through my body.
He goes still inside me, his face contorted like he’s trying to get himself under control, and the fact that he’s struggling not to lose it, tugs at a deeper need inside me.
“Jaxon,” I moan, and lean into him, my lips finding his.
“Babe,” he breathes out, his big hands going around my body, his strong fingers spreading on my back as he holds me with a tenderness I’ve never felt before...him.
We stay still for a long moment, our mouths simply touching, our breaths mingling. He’s so thick inside me, and I take pleasure in the way he fills me. After a moment, I wiggle, and his fingers bite into my skin.
“Christ, Row. You feel so good.”
I move a little more, shifting forward and backward, learning what my body likes in this position. A little moan catches in my throat.
His mouth moves to my neck, his words muffled when he murmurs, “I want you to take what you need, Row. Move your body, learn what you like, and tell me exactly what you need me to do to make it better.”
“What about what you like?”
His laugh is gruff and raspy. “I like it all. I’m so fucking close to losing it, it’s insane.”
This is all insane. Being with him. His cock in my body. My heart a little too much involved.
But I don’t say any of that. Instead, I lift a little, and as he slides out of me, a hard quiver rocks me.
“Oh yeah,” he murmurs. “You like how that feels, huh?”