Chapter 40
Chapter forty
Izzy
“Your place or mine?” I ask in my best sultry voice when my butt starts to go numb from sitting on the hood of his rental car for too long.
The dark vehicle that followed us earlier is parked at the turnoff from the road, the security team clearly trying to balance giving us our privacy without actually leaving their client in the middle of nowhere.
Jaxon’s laugh is loud, a deep rumbling chuckle that takes up residence in the depths of my chest.
He kisses my forehead. “Is that the best pickup line you’ve got?”
“It’s working, isn’t it?” I say, tugging him toward the car.
“I’m not sure if that’s a sign of how good the line is, or how sexy you are.”
I wink playfully. “Definitely the line, then.”
The ride back is…dangerous. Turns out, Jaxon’s pretty good at keeping his attention on the road, even when I’m halfway in his seat, my lips and tongue exploring every inch of exposed skin on the right side of his body. My hand may or may not wander to a spot a little more central and a lot harder.
I feel like I’m back in high school, driving country roads with my first boyfriend. Giddy over every touch. Not sure what I’m doing but sure as hell enjoying the ride.
Even though we’ve fooled around a bit, it’s always been about me. There is nothing about this that feels fake or one-sided. Jax is gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles are white, and I can’t help but get a heady rush from the power I feel at making him lose control.
As we pull into my driveway, I shift back into my seat, trailing my finger along the stiff, hard length of him through his jeans before fully removing my hand to unbuckle the seat belt that is so loose it can’t actually be keeping me safe.
Turns out, safety first only applies when kissing Jaxon isn’t an option.
I open the door, stepping out into the cool night air that feels almost icy against my overheated skin. Jax gets out too, standing behind me, his warmth wrapping around me like a blanket. “Come on,” I whisper, leading him up to my bedroom before locking the door and pushing him toward the bed.
He falls back, laughing again. “God, you’re amazing,” he says, tracking me as I walk slowly toward him.
“No coaching tonight,” I breathe out, crawling beside him and slowly unbuttoning his shirt, savoring the sound of buttons popping off to reveal more of his tanned skin beneath. My eyes travel down to his chest as I trace my fingers along his muscles, feeling their tension beneath my fingertips.
“Just us…being normal,” I murmur, leaning in to press a soft kiss against his collarbone. The rush of endorphins that surges through my system is intoxicating as I trail more kisses down his chest, over the flat plane of his stomach, and further down still until I reach the waistband of his jeans.
“You smell so good,” I admit.
A low groan escapes Jaxon as I finally slide his jeans over his hips and push them down his muscular thighs, releasing his hardness from its confines.
He watches me hungrily as I take him in my hand.
Fuck, I knew he was huge after the shower, but knowing and anticipating the brutal sensations of the experience are two very different things.
His hand tangles in my hair as he gasps out another moan while I tease him. Slowly, I lower my mouth so I can lick the head of his cock.
It's almost painful how incredible it feels when his body tenses at the contact.
“You're going to make it so I can’t last,” he warns me in a thick voice.
I smile around him and take him deeper into my mouth.
He tastes salty and sweet; the flavor of his skin mixed with his arousal.
His hands grip my hair tightly, guiding me up and down his shaft as I slowly start to bob my head.
I wrap my lips around him, using my tongue to swirl around the sensitive ridge just below the head.
“Keep doing exactly that.”
I love the way he sounds when he's on the edge.
Jaxon starts bucking against me, thrusting himself into my mouth more urgently.
Suddenly, he grabs my shoulders and pulls me off him.
“Wait,” he gasps, nudging me onto my back and crawling over me in one fluid motion.
He kisses me hungrily, our tongues tangling and dancing together in a hot mess of need.
In one smooth move, he slips off my straps, pulling my top down before sinking his teeth into my sensitive nipple while rolling the other between his fingers.
My back arches off the bed as a shiver runs down my spine, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake. “So good,” I moan.
He moves down to trail more kisses along my collarbone, down to the valley between my breasts, continuing until he reaches the bottom of my dress. He glances up at me with a devilish grin, before pushing the fabric of my dress up and my underwear down over my hips and knees in one swift motion.
Then his lips are on me.
“Jax,” I whine.
“Fuck, Iz. Now I’m never going to be able to hear you say my name without thinking of my head between your thighs,” he says between kisses.
“Jax.” My voice is needy. He hums in satisfaction before replacing his lips with a finger, teasing me slowly, circling my entrance before pushing in with a finger and then a second, his other hand gripping my thigh.
I thought sex with Jaxon would be the same as with all the other men before, but with him, it's different—the aching need, the desperate desire for him to be inside me.
I grab on to his shoulders as he moves his fingers inside of me faster. This is even better than I remember.
There's nothing fake about this.
Suddenly, he pulls out, and I whine in protest.
“I need you naked,” he growls before pulling my dress all the way off. After throwing it carelessly to the side, he opens my bedside drawer, pulling the vibrator and a condom out before nipping at my collarbone.
“I—” I start to protest the use of the toy, knowing how insecure the one boyfriend I tried it with was. He didn’t like that it wasn’t just us.
Grunting, Jaxon turns the toy on low and lowers it directly onto my sensitive clit.
Without my direction, my hips lift, moving to find just the right spot.
Jaxon takes care of the condom, rolling it down his length as I watch him through heavy-lidded eyes.
“You’re everything, Iz,” Jaxon says, kissing me before finding my nipples again.
He lavishes them with attention, pinching and licking, sucking and biting all while running the vibrating head of the toy over every inch of sensitive skin on my body.
“Fuck me, Jax,” I beg when it feels like I can’t wait another second for him to fill me.
In one swift motion, he turns us both over until I'm on top of him. He hands me the toy.
“You do it, Iz. Whatever feels good. But don’t you dare stop using it until one of us has fallen apart.”
I nod, not able to put to words how much it means that he understands what I need. That I can’t have the pressure of him needing me to come, but that I need to be forced to try.
Shifting the vibrator slightly so I can hold it between us, I angle my hips and notch his head against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he moans as soon as he feels the wet heat of me against his cock. “So fucking tight.”
I start to rock my hips slowly, taking him deeper each time until there's no space left between us. “So good,” he groans out at the exact same time I release a soft moan.
It’s never felt this good.
Jaxon’s face is flushed beneath mine, his eyes dark and glassy as he stares at the place where we’re joined.
“Harder,” he demands between gritted teeth, and I increase the pace of my hips, my finger finding the button to also bump up the intensity of the toy, barely able to find my clit with him inside me. But it’s enough.
That feeling inside me builds, but instead of plateauing like it usually does, it increases. My brain goes blissfully blank, chasing the wild feeling flowing through my nervous system, not caring if I catch it; just enjoying the chase for once.
I look down at Jaxon, and our eyes meet, the desperation in his gaze almost enough to forcibly push me over that edge I can’t ever seem to find.
Jaxon’s hands find my hips, lifting me up before letting me fall back down on him again, his pace brutal. We keep that up until, as I slam home, my finger hits the button to change the vibration and…fuck.
“Oh please,” I whimper, not knowing who it is I’m begging, but sure I’m closer than I’ve ever been.
I slam my eyes shut. All I want to do is come.
“Please, please, please,” I beg rhythmically.
“I’m going to…” Jaxon says, his voice hoarse. “Look at how good you make me feel, Izzy. Look.”
I fight the weight of the sensations to open my eyes, locking my gaze with Jaxon’s.
I’m not sure how, but his pace increases, the angle of his hips changing just enough to hit a spot inside me that feels nothing like anything I’ve ever felt before.
Jaxon comes with a groan, the look of pure joy and adoration on his face detonating every nerve ending in my body.
I am nothing.
Or maybe I’m everything.
All I know is that the explosion that just took place inside of me rearranged me at an atomic level.
I have been forever changed by this man.
I drop onto the bed beside him, and we lie there for a few minutes, our chests heaving, the vibrator still buzzing from its spot next to my hip.
This has been the best night of my life, and it’s not because I finally came—or at least not just because of that. I’ve never felt so cared for or respected for who I am than when I’m with Jaxon. I’ve never felt so…loved.
“You did it,” Jaxon says, turning me around gently in his arms as I struggle to focus now that my body has been blown apart and is slowly coming back together. He reaches across me and turns off the toy. “You’re amazing, Iz,” he whispers against my neck.
I bite my lip to keep from saying anything too sappy while my mind is still trying to piece itself back together. “I think you might be right.”
Shifting me, Jaxon slides out of the bed, and my heart tightens, worried he’s leaving already.
Instead, he walks into my bathroom and turns on the sink.
A soft clink tells me the condom just found its way into my metal trash can.
I lift my head up just long enough to see him washing off the vibrator I used, and I can’t help but smirk.
Jaxon Steele, international superstar and professional sex toy cleaner.
It has a nice ring to it. I can’t wait to have enough strength to tell him.
Jaxon walks back to me, a warm washcloth in hand, which he uses to clean me up.
I’m starting to doze off when the mattress moves, Jaxon standing back up.
“Stay with me tonight?” I ask, my eyes barely open enough to see.
“Of course, Iz,” Jaxon says, the mattress dipping as he climbs into bed.
“I can be the big spoon if you want,” I offer quietly. “I’m tall enough for it.”
Jaxon chuckles softly before pulling me into him, my back tucked against his front, my head on his bicep. “I’d rather hold you.”