15. 15
Allie
I’ve never been more grateful for a long elevator ride.
Why is now that time? Because apparently I never realized how intoxicating it is to be touched in one. Especially when all around you are mirrors, forcing you to watch the ecstasy flash in both of your eyes with the thrill of possibly being caught.
Jax’s hand slides beneath the opening of my shirt, fingers tracing over my skin. I watch in the reflection, my heart thundering in my ears as he rolls my nipple between his fingers.
One thing I never fully appreciated about dating a guitarist? How damn talented they are with their fingers.
I’m already so close to the edge that when the elevator dings and he snaps his hand away, I nearly let the words thank you slip past my lips.
We waste no time racing to the door. My lips stay on Jax’s neck, kissing lightly as I not-so-patiently wait for him to unlock it.
I look up and see a smirk pull at his lips. “In a rush, love?”
My eyebrow quirks as I tilt my head, teasingly running my fingers along his already hard length through his pants. “You tell me.”
He finally gets the door open, and we stumble inside. We don’t bother with shoes, lights, or anything else before our lips crash into each other again.
My hands travel across his broad shoulders, feeling especially grateful that we decided to wear matching costumes tonight.
Because that means he’s in a jumpsuit.
The buttons pop off as I lower the suit all the way to his ankles, leaving him in nothing but his boxer briefs.
With a firm shove, he falls back against the mattress. My heart surges into my throat the moment I settle onto him, straddling his hips as his hands find my waist, pulling me closer until the friction nearly sends me over. Again.
I lightly drag my nails up his chest, watching his expression shift from want to absolute need. Then I gather his hands in mine and carefully press them above his head with a smirk.
He raises a brow. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asks as my other hand slips into the waistband of my skirt, pulling out the handcuffs.
Leaning in close to his ear, I whisper, “Are you gonna be a good boy?”
When he doesn’t answer right away, I slide my tongue along his earlobe, then pull it between my teeth and bite down gently.
He groans in response, and the way I feel him twitch beneath me gives me all the answer I need. I snap the cuffs around his wrists and secure them above his head.
I sit up straight, adding just a bit more pressure against him, and watch his eyes flutter. “Now, I only have one set,” I say with a playful tilt of my head. “So you’ll have to promise to keep your hands right where I put them.”
“Mmm… and what happens if I don’t?”
“Then I stop,” I reply simply, shrugging.
I watch him gulp, and nod slowly.
“That’s what I thought,” I say with a light chuckle.
Sliding off his hips, I rise to my feet beside the bed.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down inch by inch, loving every second his muscles tense beneath my touch.
The moment they hit the floor, I swiftly kick off my panties, drop my knees onto the mattress, and begin crawling toward him.
A low groan rumbles from Jax’s throat.
I look up and giggle innocently. “What’s wrong?”
“Watching you crawl to me like that?” he says, his voice rough. “Makes me want to break your rule.”
My hands fly, cupping his balls as I watch him hiss through his teeth. “You wouldn’t wanna do that now would you? Don’t you want me to continue?”
He nods. “Mhm.”
I release, but quickly wrap my hand around the base of his cock, giving it a squeeze.
“Yes, what?” I purr, arching a brow as I keep my grip firm.
His eyes pinch shut. “Yes, please.”
I lean down, smiling with my lips brushing against the tip. “That’s what I thought,” I say, then run my tongue over his crown.
Tightening my grip around him, I let his length slip past my lips, taking in every inch until he hits the back of my throat. The feel of him pulsing against my tongue? God, there’s nothing like it.
I keep sucking, hollowing out my cheeks the way I know drives him crazy.
When my eyes flick up to him, I catch the sweat beading along his hairline and both hands clenched into tight fists.
Just knowing he’s breaking into a sweat from what I’m doing to him sends a fresh surge of confidence coursing through me.
My eyes stay locked on his as I let him spring from my lips.
“Since you’ve been a good boy and you’re listening, I’ll let you decide,” I say, my hands still stroking him. “Do you want to fill my throat? Or my pussy?”
I don’t know why, but even saying the word out loud sends a flutter through my stomach—like I can’t quite believe I said it either.
We’re not usually like this—being so vocal with what we want or fighting for control in the bedroom. But something changed in the almost three months we haven’t had each other. Like we’re fighting to make up for every second we went without tasting each other. Without feeling each other.
He licks his lips, voice strained as he chokes out, “Inside of your pussy.”
I tilt my head slightly and reach up to cup him again—a little firmer than before, but not enough to cause pain.
His abs clench as his breath hitches. “Please. Please,” he breathes, the words tumbling out in a rush.
I smile wickedly, easing my grip as I release him. “Good boy.”
Then I begin to crawl slowly up his body, my core pulsing with every inch I get closer, watching the heat in his eyes burn hotter by the second. All because of me.
The single mom who once had zero confidence. The same woman who never would’ve admitted she deserved anything close to this. The fact that Jaxon Owens is begging for me, drooling over me, and looking at me like I’m his answered prayer.
It’s everything I ever deserved. Everything.
And the fact that I’m straddling him right now and don’t even need my hands to guide him inside of me? That says everything about how much he wants me.
I hover over him, letting the tip of his cock slip between my lips until it gently bumps into my swollen clit. His head rolls to the side, chest heaving, hands twitching to touch but knowing well enough not to break my only rule tonight.
He peels his eyes open, meeting my gaze with a chuckle as he shakes his head. “What are you doing to me?” he asks.
I don’t answer him with words. Instead, I answer by dropping myself onto him, the impact ripping a moan from even my own throat.
My hands are planted on either of my thighs, giving me the perfect angle to take all of him in. My head rolls back, feeling the heat pool in my belly as my orgasm already threatens to burst through.
The sound of chains moving rips my eyes open, landing right on Jax’s hands, now struggling to stay still. Using mine, I reach down, wrap my fingers tightly around the chain, and hold them firmly in place.
“Remember not to move,” I remind him through a moan.
His eyes lock with mine. “You said not to move my hands,” he says quickly.
Before I can register what he means, his teeth find the dip in my shirt, tearing it aside.
And if I ever thought I’d seen anything hotter—this just absolutely topped it.
Using his tongue, he searches for my nipple beneath the fabric, sweeping it into his mouth as he sucks, and I ride him harder.
He slips it in between his teeth, and I cry out, “Oh, Jax!”
Without warning, my orgasm crashes through me with such force, my vision nearly goes black. I don’t even notice his lips not being on me anymore.
“Fuck, Al,” Jax groans from beneath me, shuddering as he reaches his own climax.
I laugh softly, easing myself off him before letting myself fall beside him. My eyes are already closing when Jax shifts onto his side, wrists held up.
“So, how about we get these off?” he asks with a sly smile.
“Fine,” I reply through a giggle, already sliding off the bed.
I pad over to my purse and start rummaging through every crevice for the key… but it’s nowhere in sight.
A loud laugh bursts out of me.
“What’s so funny?” Jax calls from the bed, still lying on his side.
“The key,” I say, digging through another pocket. “It’s… not here.”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
I pause and look straight at him. “I’m not joking, Jax!”
His eyes go wide, a hint of pink creeping across his cheeks.
It almost makes me feel bad.
Holding up the tiny key between two fingers, I bite back a laugh. “Just kidding.”
Slowly, I make my way back toward the bed, positioning myself on top of him as the key twirls between my fingers.
Jax raises a brow. “Are you going to unlock me, yet?”
With a shrug and a barely contained grin, I say, “I don’t know… you look kinda good like that.”
He huffs out a laugh and sighs dramatically. “This hotel is a prison.”
I dangle the key in front of me, just barely out of his reach. “Say please again,” I tease.
He narrows his eyes at me, then smirks. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
“Mmhm,” I say, finally leaning down to kiss him.
When I pull back, his eyes are still closed, lips still slightly puckered.
“Totally worth it,” he whispers.