Chapter 22 Rowyn #2
“Yeah, I do. But I bet I like this more.” I push down, hard and fast and he fills me, his tip hitting my cervix again. My thoughts spiral, and I ignite.
“Babe, fuck yeah.”
I repeat the movement, up and down, up and down, and he simply holds me, allows me to experiment and experience. He stays fully erect, and he sits still, letting me play on his cock, like I’m a feral feline and he’s my scratching post.
His grip on me tightens as I ride him, but then he tilts my body, angling my hips and my clit brushes against him with each downward movement.
“Oh.”
He grins at me. “Better?”
“Much.” I move, taking what I need until my thighs burn, and that’s when he takes over. He pulls me down and holds me there for a moment as he takes one nipple into his mouth for a hard suck. I arch into him, grind against him as he switches to the other breast.
But then, when he begins moving me like I weigh nothing, I grip his shoulders to hang on. He pushes me up, pulls me down, and even though he’s grunting, this is still all about me. I can see it on his face, feel it in my body.
“Rub your hot little pussy all over me,” he grunts and I do. Caring nothing about finesse or how I look or sound, I let him move me around and I begin to move with him. Grinding, rotating, all focus on my body and the pleasure building inside me.
I dip my head, seeing the way he’s staring at me, and that’s when I lose it. “Jax,” I murmur, my mouth finding his as a powerful quake of pleasure rocks me.
“Jesus,” he growls. “So tight.”
My muscles ripple around his cock as he pulls me down tight, and holds me in place as I erupt around him.
I concentrate on each glorious pulse, and his hands race over my back, filling me with a new kind of heat.
I breathe deeply and drop my face to his shoulder, where I nibble gently until the waves subside.
I’m still gasping when I lift my head, and his smile, the sheer pleasure in his eyes—because I orgasmed—totally messes with my mind and heart.
“Babe, you are incredible.” He brushes my damp hair back, and when I move my hips, he sucks in a sharp breath and closes his eyes.
“I want your cum inside me, Jax.”
Another fast breath as his hands go back to my waist and before I know it, he’s moving me again, this time taking what he needs and I take incredible joy in that. I let him move me, rotate my body, pull me down on his cock until his entire body is vibrating.
“Yes, Jaxon. Just like that, take what you need and fill me with your cum.”
“Row,” he grunts out, lifting me once, twice and then shooting off inside me as he pulls me down and holds me still. I collapse against his shoulder again as he pulses and throbs inside my body, the warmth of his release searing me from the inside out.
We hold each other for a long moment, and when my thighs begin to stiffen, I lift myself and he winces as his beautiful, semi-hard cock slips from my body. I glance down and grin when I see the sticky mess. I kind of like it.
“Let me clean you up.”
He picks me up, carries me to his bed, and disappears into the bathroom. I stretch out like a satisfied cat and listen to the water running. A few minutes later, he comes back.
“Legs open.”
I do as he says and my heart tumbles in my chest when he puts the cloth between my legs and washes me.
I gulp a little, working to hide the unexpected storm of emotions rolling through me.
The way this man takes care of me…I don’t even have the words for it.
But damn, I like it so much and a girl who’s used to taking care of everything herself sure could get used to this.
Once he finishes, I stare at his backside as he goes back to the bathroom and I give a little satisfied moan when he finally slides in next to me.
“You have this amazing king-sized bed.” I spread my hand out, feeling the soft sheets. “Yet, we rarely make it up here.” I chuckle, thinking about sex in the kitchen and on the sofa. “Not that I’m complaining.”
“Good because you need to experience sex in lots of places.”
I roll toward him. “Have you ever done it in public?”
He laughs. “I made out behind the bleachers when I was in high school, but not sex. Does that count?”
I shrug. “Beats me. You’re the teacher. I’m the student.”
“I don’t know. I think you might be the one teaching me things.” His brow furrows and for a minute, I can’t help but think he’s talking about something other than sex.
I lightly brush my finger over his hard jawline, and he exhales, clearly exhausted but before he falls asleep, there’s something I need to know.
“Can we do a truth?” I say, shifting closer.
He smiles at me, but then when he sees the seriousness on my face, he lightly brushes my hair back. “Is there something you want to know?”
What we’ve been doing is personal, but sometimes I think truths, speaking of things that have hurt us, is a whole different kind of opening up. “Only if you want to tell me.”
His brow furrows, his gaze moving over my face. “Okay,” he finally answers.
“She hurt you pretty bad, didn’t she?”
He doesn’t look surprised by the question. I guess from the seriousness on my face, he must have known my thoughts had gone to his past.
“Yes, she did.”
“Did you…love her?”
“I don’t know,” he admits. “We were young and I’m not sure if we knew what love was.
I liked her, sure.” He rolls to his back and I roll with him, putting my chin on his chest as I gaze up at him.
“I wasn’t ready for fatherhood.” He shakes his head.
“Not even a little. But I wasn’t just going to walk away. ”
“You never saw a wedding or a future for you guys if there was no child involved.”
“No, but she said there was a child...”
A long beat of silence and then I press a kiss to his chest. “You’re a good guy, Jaxon.”
He gives a garbled laugh. “You know what they say about good guys…”
“That they finish last. But you’re not last, Jaxon, and I suspect you’ll finish first.’
“Meaning?”
“Meaning, you’ll get the future you deserve.”
“Oh, and what do you think I deserve?” He rolls, putting me beneath him.
“A wife, a family, the white picket fence. I know you don’t see that right now, but I think somewhere in here…” I poke his chest. “…that’s what you really want.”
“If we’re doing truths, Rowyn,” he says quietly, his eyes searching mine. “I actually think that’s what you want.”