Chapter 19 #2
Lifting my left leg, his lips brushed against the base of my ankle, then worked his way up—my shin, my calf, my thigh.
I squirmed under him, a willing participant to his teasing.
My back arched when he brushed a kiss along my inner thigh, so close to my core that I could feel his hot breath against my panties.
“Like that?”
His lips were inches away from my core, rubbing and licking and sucking on my sensitive skin.
I shifted closer and he chuckled darkly, grabbing onto my hip and moving lower.
Then his lips were on my hips, lingering where my panty line was, and he tugged them down with his teeth.
The sight of him undressing me with his teeth shouldn't have made me want him more, but damn if it wasn't a new level of sexy.
I was bare for him to see, dark lashes fluttering at him like a doe-eyed creature waiting for her predator's attack.
His eyes burned like the bright embers of a burning fire—hot, intense, and filled with promise.
“You're every man's wet dream, trouble,” he swore, gaze scanning every inch of me before resting between my thighs. “Dripping wet and ready for me. Beautiful doesn't even cover how you look right now.”
I swallowed under the intensity of his words, searching my brain for a witty comeback, but it was focused on the moment his hands reached for the button of his jeans.
“If I remember correctly,” I breathed out, watching him unbutton and unzip, “someone said I was drop-to-his-knees type of beautiful.”
He smirked. “You want me on my knees, trouble?”
“One of us should be.”
“Good idea.” Then he pulled on my ankle and drove me to the floor. I was about to argue, to shoot venom at him for even suggesting that I should be the one on my knees, when he dropped his jeans and the length of him sprang free.
Speechless.
I stared at it with wide eyes, my heart hammering against my ribcage. It was thicker than I imagined, with the head glistening with drops of precum. And was that…?
“Is… is that a piercing?”
He breathed out a laugh and fisted his dick, rubbing his thumb over the silver. It looked like two rows of barbells cut through the underside of his dick, a tiny ball on each ladder. The glow of the afternoon sun shone through the curtains, making the silver dance under its rays.
“I don't… what…?”
Words were alluding me as I stared at the piercings, wondering what sort of insane man would pierce his dick twice.
And what it would feel like inside me.
“They'll feel good, trust me.” My head tilted, wide eyes finding his, and a low, ragged groan passed from his lips. “Changed my mind. This sight right here, you on your knees staring up at me, is fucking breathtaking.”
I moistened my lips and looked back at the thick length of him.
“You should seek help. Changes like that may be a symptom of early-set amnesia.”
He huffed a laugh. “Uh-huh. How about you put that smart mouth of yours to use and suck?”
I licked my lips again at the daring suggestion, at the intensity of his words.
“You're going to have to show me how to…”
“Give me your hand.”
Following his lead, my hand rose and circled around his length. A delicious shiver of pleasure ran through me at the sound of his hiss. My thumb ran around his slit, and he cursed under his breath. His fingers squeezed against mine, in turn tightening my grip against his dick.
“Use your tongue. Just where your thumb was, swipe it across… fuck,” he cursed when my tongue darted across him before he could even finish his next command. The salty taste of him made me moan as I ran my tongue across the spot again.
“Fuck, trouble.”
His fingers slowly caressed my cheek before moving along my neck and getting lost in my hair. I could feel his loose grip on the strands, and he released the hold he held on my curled fingers.
“Suck on the head a little, then lick again. That's it—fuck, trouble, that feels good.”
His free hand dipped to my breast and flicked a nipple, bringing a moan from my muffled lips. My clit jumped when he tugged at it, and I ran my hand up and down his length.
“Take me in that hot mouth, take as much as you can.”
I could hear the restraint in his voice. My hand stroked him faster and I bobbed my head, the sound of his groaning edging me on. His grip tightened in my hair, and he gently guided me up and down. I could feel the silver balls on my tongue and when I swirled at them all, he shuddered.
“You can take a little more. I want you to feel me in the back of your throat.”
I moaned and spread my lips wider, trying to take as much as I could. His dick was slick and wet from my mouth, and when I felt him hit the back of my throat, I gagged.
“Easy,” he soothed, pulling my head back. “You have to relax your throat.”
Blinking rapidly, I nodded and took a breath before sinking in again.
I started sucking and licking again, loving the feel of him on my tongue.
My throat relaxed when I tried to take more of him again and he groaned loudly.
He throbbed in my mouth, and his fingers fisted my hair again, roughly tugging me away.
He bent low and smashed his lips to mine, which shocked me because those lips were just on his length. Chase never wanted to kiss me after I'd done that the first time, and after my pitiful attempt, he never wanted me to do it again.
Jaxon pulled me to my feet and onto the bed, watching me with hooded eyes as he stroked his length.
“Spread your legs for me, trouble,” he whispered, stepping closer to the bed. “Show me what's mine.”
My breath hitched and my body betrayed me by following his every word. His ragged breaths were the only sound in the room before he dropped to his knees and took a long lick of my clit. He flicked his tongue furiously up and down my center, basking in the taste of me.
“Do you see how wet you are, trouble?” He sucked my clit again, a familiar desperation settling between us. “Is this all for me?”
I made a retort, but somehow, it came out as a moan.
He stood, his hand grabbing my leg and looping it around his waist, lining him up perfectly with my burning core.
My arms looped around his neck loosely, staring into his eyes.
I shuddered at the sensation of the silver metal against my lower lips, and he stilled my movements with a grip of my thigh.
He had one hand above my head, outstretched as if he didn't want to crush me with his full weight.
“You have no idea what you do to me, Savannah. But I'm about to show you a glimpse of that, right here, right now.”
And with those words, he sunk into me.
My mouth parted, a small gasp coming through as I felt him stretch me wide.
“Fuck,” he cursed, his eyes shut and jaw tightening.
My legs clamped around his waist, shaking with the undeniable truth of his ridiculous thickness slowly bringing me to a new world. He was incredibly still, and it took a few more seconds before he opened his eyes again.
“You okay?”
Was I?
Because oh my God.
Moistening my lips, I gave him a nod and gasped when he started moving.
It was slow and gentle, the complete opposite of what I ever expected from him.
Our breaths and bodies were in sync, a rhythm that only existed in this room.
My legs tightened around his waist, sending a jolt straight down my spine.
He bent low, placing a soft kiss on my lips as his strokes sped up. In and out. Faster and faster. It was a struggle to keep my eyes from rolling in the back of my head. My nipples bounced against his chest with every stroke, and I moaned loudly at the sensation.
“Jaxon.”
Thrust after thrust, the feeling of want drove me to the point of no return. And God, was he right about the silver balls. I could feel them rubbing inside me, taking my pleasure to new heights. He was gripping my waist, guiding each thrust with precision and giving me everything he had.
Breaking our kiss, he shifted his attention to the crook of my neck, setting fire everywhere he kissed. I could feel the tension building in my lower stomach, stirring up the heat within me. He was going to do it—he was going to bring me to my orgasm without even trying.
I groaned, arching my back against the mattress and digging my fingers into his shoulders.
I was almost there.
Only the sensation evaporated into thin air.
No.
I bit my lip to contain my disappointment, unable to whisk away the impending thoughts of Chase repeatedly telling me how damaged I was in bed—how making me come took too much effort, how I was cold in bed and didn't even want sex, so he shouldn't have had to worry about pleasing me.
Damaged.
Jaxon's groan pulled me back to the room. He gripped my thigh and drove into me deeper, stealing my breath. My arms clenched around him, and I made myself tighten around his dick.
“Mhm, I'm going to… Jaxon!”
My nails dug into his back and I cried out, wanting to fulfill his every desire. But when he pulled back, he enclosed his hand around my neck and forced me to look into his eyes.
Wait, is that anger buried beneath desire?
His rough pounding seized, replaced with lazy, lingering strokes.
“Never,” he started, voice dangerously low and vicious, “do that. Not with me.”
“W-What?”
“Your Prince Charming might not be able to tell when you're faking it, but I sure as fuck do.”
Oh, kill me now.