Chapter 17
North
The books Juniper has on her porch have mildew growing on them. I frown at the pages as I thumb through them, cleaning it off with magic as I do. They’re old, and a part of me wonders if they were out here on the table for decoration at one time and she forgot about them.
I’m doing anything to occupy my time as I wait for her to shower, to get my mind off of Blaze’s big plan—as crazy as it is.
My phone vibrates as I hear Juniper’s shower turn off.
Juniper
What time are you coming?
What if I said I was here?
Wait on the porch. It’s open.
Permission to be here lets me wave the shadow away from around my body. I cough as it dissipates and take my glasses off to clean them. The hair dryer sounds from inside. My heel keeps tapping impatiently on the floor. I’m dying to touch her, especially after the photos last night
Fucking Nethers, those photos.
First, the one of Blaze fucking and stretching her… I had almost burst inside her house upon seeing it. She was so gorgeous like that—her body creased and arched, ass mid-jiggle as he thrust in and out of her. Shit, I can’t wait to see that myself.
The second one she’d sent was a photo in the mirror of her entirely naked and dripping from the shower, her goddess-like body on full display. Blaze was nowhere to be found.
That one was just for me.
I groan at the memory.
The hum of the hair dryer shuts off. I stiffen, ears perked as I wait to hear her footsteps padding the floor from the bedroom. The anticipation has my heart picking up pace. I wring my hands together, debating what to say to her, whether I should just kiss her as soon as I see her…
The door opens.
I jump up quickly—so quickly that I knock over one of her plant stands.
“Shit—” I bend to grab it before the pot falls completely over, and as I do, I get a glimpse of her bare legs behind the screen door.
The plant can fucking die.
Holy hell.
She’s standing in the doorway wearing a red satin lingerie set and a fuzzy black cardigan. The half-moon cups barely contain her breasts, straps around her midsection and abdomen crease in her skin, underwear straps hiked over her hips.
I clear my throat as I set the plant back on the stand.
“Good morning to me,” I mutter, not bothering to hide how fucking ravenous I am looking her over. “Is this how you answer the door when the delivery guy comes over also?”
She grins and leans sideways on the frame. “Every time. My packages are never broken now,” she says, and that little smirk on her lips is my entire downfall.
I curse my brother.
Him and his romantic heart.
“Really? Maybe I should try it. Do you know, some of them throw my things on the porch,” I say, trying to recover and not trip as I cross the space to her.
“Oh you poor thing,” she taunts, her head tilting playfully.
“I know,” I sigh. “It’s rude. I might actually need consoling about it.”
“I have to warn you, I’m not very good at consoling. You’ll have to walk me through it,” she teases.
“Darling, that part is easy. You just stroke and nod.”
Juniper snorts, hand flying over her mouth, and I grin because it’s my new favorite sound.
“I should throw you off the porch for that. You’re ridiculous,” she laughs, opening the door for me.
She starts to turn and walk away, but I reach for her wrist and pull her back. She gasps when I hug her waist beneath the cardigan, her barely covered torso coming flush to mine.
The satin feels like butter beneath my fingertips.
Our noses brush, and I squeeze her supple body because I can’t fucking help it.
I need to touch her. I need to have her.
Her eyes are dilated so beautifully when she looks up at me.
I take her hands into mine and push them around my neck, forcing her closer.
“Are you going to let me in this time?” I quietly ask.
She swallows, jaw dropping as her gaze moves to my lips. “I don’t know. I’m enjoying watching you beg.”
Tease.
“Darling, don’t make me get on my knees.”
“What if that’s where I want you? What if that’s one of my… desires?”
I groan, forehead pressing to hers. She’s going to have me wrapped around her goddamn little finger if she keeps doing this. I’m already woefully pathetic and eager to please.
Our lips skim again, but she twists her head, making my mouth crash into her jaw. I can’t tell if she’s taunting me or genuinely holding back.
Though the thought passes as her nails scratch the sides of my throat, and I begin to quiver.
“Let me in,” I plead, bringing my own hand to her neck. I tilt her head back and drag my thumb down her throat, tongue following. She sucks in a sharp breath at the same time that I squeeze her bare ass.
Dammit, that little gasp…
“Juniper,” I whisper.
“Jax.”
She hedges the gap between us, and as our lips meet, every part of me that was holding back evaporates.
I’m obsessed with her.
This kiss is its outward manifestation. I’m consumed and paralyzed by the taste of her, by her greed and want and desire.
I kick the door behind me as she pulls me inside.
Her hands are on my throat, in my hair, beneath my shirt.
Things move so quickly and so fluidly that being with her feels second nature.
Our lips only part long enough to pull my shirt off.
She’s already unbuckling my pants as I try to kick my boots off.
I trip, and a cat screeches so loud that I flinch.
“Oh shit—Sorry, Oreo!” Juniper calls out as the cat makes a dash for the other room.
She’s snickering, her grin making my heart somersault. I bend over to shove my other shoe off so I don’t trip over anything else, and once it’s off, she threads her hands into my hair again and kisses me hard.
“I need you on my tongue, darling,” I say against her lips.
She reaches between us into my boxer briefs, making me curse when her hand gently grasps my cock. I see her brows shoot up upon touching me, the look of surprise makes me smirk.
“You were expecting the same cock,” I tease her.
“I mean… It’s a nice surprise. You’re just… God, how thick are you?” she manages.
I chuckle into the crook of her neck. “Thick enough for all the right places,” I rasp.
Her shoulders cave. “Well, I did have other plans for you. Though, now, I’m wondering if you’ll fit.”
Another laugh. “Love, it’ll fit.”
“I don’t know. My mouth only stretches so far.”
The thought of her on her knees with my dick in her mouth has my balls drawing up already. “Fuck, Juniper,” I curse. “You enjoy torturing me too much.”
“I actually wanted to reward you for being so patient. Maybe I’ll give it a try,” she says, her voice so tantalizing that I already know I could come with just a single word from her.
I pull back to take in her expression. “I like rewards.”
She giggles. “I thought you would.”
I lean forward to capture her mouth again, and she takes my wrist and pulls me down the hall to her bedroom. I grab her by the waist once we’re in there and bring her flush, just long enough for another taste, long enough for her to spin us around.
She pushes on my chest, and I fall onto the bed with a bounce. I hardly have a chance to sit up before she’s sinking between my thighs, and when her soft lips brush my length, I jerk.
“Fuck—Juniper.”
I’m going to lose my mind.
She swirls her tongue around my tip, mouth enclosing around it as she strokes the base. Her mouth stretches when she takes me in. I can see her struggling, see her determination to swallow as much of me as she can.
I stretch my fingers around the back of her head and gently encourage her. Her ass looks so fucking sexy hiked in the air like this. I’m reminded of the picture they sent last night, and while my eyes are already fluttering at her tonguing my slit, the memory nearly sends me over the edge.
Shit, I’m going to come already if she keeps this up. My stomach flinches, head throwing back against the pillow. She hums around me and stretches her lips. I feel the back of her throat, feel her trying to take me deeper—
“Juniper, fuck, come here,” I practically beg.
Her mouth makes a slurping noise as she releases me. I quiver at the sound, jaw quaking. My dick is so fucking taut from her mouth that one brush of her tits against it as she rises over me is nearly my undoing.
Saliva drips from her tongue as she hovers at my face. I stick my own out to catch it, and when she kisses me with the taste of my dick on her tongue, I groan my approval.
“I need you around me,” I breathe.
My dick brushes against her pussy when she straddles my waist. She’s soaking for me, wetness gliding against my abdomen as she settles. A quiet little moan leaves her as my tip grazes her entrance, and it takes everything in me not to slip inside of her before she can tell me no.
But Juniper shifts back and sinks her knees to either side of my thighs again.
“You can have these this morning,” she says, inclining and pushing her tits around my length.
“And you can have this…” She slips her fingers between her thighs, making me whimper when she brings those same digits, now soaked, to my lips.
“Later,” she promises.
I suck on her fingers hard and groan at the same taste from her underwear.
“Is this you torturing me or are you just sore?” I ask, knowing she’s likely still recovering.
She sits back on my thighs again, nails dragging down my chest, and I almost smile as her cheeks warm.
“Maybe a little of both?” she replies, and I huff amusedly.
“Don’t get me wrong, I love this, and I want you inside of me so badly…
I do. I want to feel you everywhere. But fuck, I think I need a few hours. ”
I scoff and sit up, lips pressing to her throat. “Take all the time you need. So long as I’m the one fucking you when you rally.”
She snorts as she wraps her arms around my neck, and I slide my own around her ass, squeezing. “What am I going to do with the two of you fighting over me?”
“There’s no taming us, darling. You’ll be the prize to our contest for the rest of eternity.”
And I mean it.
“I like that.” She leans in and kisses me again, abdomen shifting against my dick. A low “Fuck,” leaves me at the pressure.
“Do you have lube, love?” I ask.
She reaches over into her nightstand and brings out a small bottle. I glimpse a couple other toys tucked in the back, and almost have my arm stretched out to grab the closest one when she quickly pushes the drawer closed.
“Another time,” she says.
I chuckle and take the lube from her. “Lie down,” I rasp.
She holds my gaze as she leans back onto the mattress, her hair splaying out against the pillows. I don’t get the chance to straddle her waist before she has her mouth back on my dick. My head hangs for a beat while I get in position.
I grab her by the back of her head, fingers tugging hard by her hair’s roots, and she smiles wickedly up at me.
“Fuck me,” I utter under my breath. “Press your tits together for me.”
She does, and I groan longingly.
“Just like that.”
I squeeze some of the lube onto my dick, pumping it a few times as she stares up at me. She’s pinching her nipples, and I know she realizes how much the sight is driving me mad.
And when I slip my cock between her tits, I lean over and grip the top of her headboard.
Her soft tits swallow my length. She sticks her tongue out, trying to lick me when I thrust between them, and each time she flicks my slit, I keep having to force out a heavy breath. She pushes her breasts closer together, increasing the pressure around my dick. I close my eyes, mouth dropping.
“Shit, Juniper. Keep doing that,” I plead.
“Pain looks good on you, Jax,” she says, her lips popping on my tip this time. “Tell me how much you’re ready to come.”
“So ready… Are you ready for my cum?”
“No,” she says, and I groan. She’s fucking with me to see how long I can take it. My eyes open to find her smirking deviously up at me, confirming my suspicions.
“That little smirk isn’t helping,” I say hoarsely, head hanging.
I can’t fucking breathe.
She snickers. “We’ll have to work on your stamina,” she taunts.
“My stamina isn’t the problem when you look like this,” I almost beg. “Fucking gods, Juniper. Do you know how sexy you are beneath me?”
The corner of her lip rises higher, and she sits up slightly. “Do you want to come on these?” she asks.
The sound of my dick sliding between her tits catches my ears. “Juniper, please,” I manage.
“My good little spoon,” she coos. “Come for me, Jax. Cover me.”
The combination of a few more quick thrusts and Juniper reaching for my dick to finish me off is my undoing. Webs of cum stream over her chest, her stuck out tongue, her hands, and her cheeks.
I’ve never created such beautiful art before.
And her…
Juniper’s still staring up at me as I finish. Her lips are milky white, chest dripping. I can’t help grabbing her by the neck and bringing her to my mouth. Tasting myself on her is my new favorite, though I have a feeling her pretty cunt will replace that sooner rather than later.
She draws her lip behind her teeth when we part and smiles up at me. “So, do you want to cuddle?”
“I absolutely want to cuddle.”