19. Nineteen
NINETEEN
H arley
I can’t find it in me to care that black ink has been marked on my bare skin. Not when Jax kneels between my spread legs, grazing his knuckles over my clit. Looking at me with the promise of his best form of corruption in his dark eyes.
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, so I opt to give him a nod of confirmation. Every touch of his fingers sends electric jolts through my body. I feel it everywhere. The caress of his thumbs tracing the outsides of my folds above the fabric covering me builds slow anticipation.
He bends, dragging his teeth and tongue from one hip bone to the other. Jax has me wound like a tight coil spring. Ready to snap at any moment. Those thumbs brush me again, this time closer together than before.
Involuntarily, I lift my hips. My body’s way of chasing the touch that he has me craving. I can’t think straight. The delicious torture he is inflicting on me will drive me mad long before he touches me where I so desperately need him to.
Soft bites trail down the inside of my thigh. He still hasn’t removed my underwear. Still hasn’t touched me other than that soft graze of his knuckles. My head is spinning but I keep my eyes glued to his every move as his mouth moves closer and closer to the apex of my thighs.
He looks up at me, locking me in with his heated stare. He licks over the fabric, and despite the barrier between my core and his tongue, I feel it all the way to my toes. That metal stud drags over my clit, forcing my eyes to roll into the back of my head.
“Fuck,” I breathe out, dropping my head to the pillow.
A dark chuckle fans my center. “Let’s drag that dirty word out of your pretty mouth again, shall we?”
I register the sound of fabric tearing, but I can’t bring myself to care that he just tore the lace from my body. I know what word just left my mouth. Another thing I don’t care about. Because fuck I need to feel his tongue again.
The smallest gust of air ghosts over my aching clit. I clench the bedsheets in my fists, waiting for the feel of his mouth on me. Another ghost of air and then his tongue drags through my slit, collecting the wetness on his tongue.
My back bows from the bed. The sensation is a stark contrast from his fingers. He flicks his tongue over the sensitive bud, circling it slowly. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. I can feel that slow build happening low in my stomach.
Jax flattens his tongue, dragging the stud up and down just as slowly. That slow build grows, making my limbs go numb.
“Zayden.” A curse and a plea wrapped up in one pretty present for him.
Seconds. Seconds is all it takes for him to have me toeing the edge of a cliff he pushed me off of days ago. He sucks my clit into his mouth, still stroking me with his piercing.
I shove my hand through his hair, pulling on the strands as my body climbs higher. Incoherent moans fall from my lips as he shatters me with his expert tongue.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to…”
Jax releases my clit. My eyes snap open and I glare down at him. The smug satisfaction written on his face tells me he knows exactly what he just did.
“Why did you stop?” I demand.
His response is to purse his lips in a tight O and blow on my clit. My body responds with a shudder. I sag my body into the bed, aching for relief that he didn’t give me.
“Don’t come,” he says wickedly, latching his mouth on my clit again.
“Zayden,” I moan out his name.
I’m already teetering that edge again, and then Jax slides a single finger inside of me. The hand that still remains in his hair curls even tighter, pulling hard enough that I’m sure it hurts. But when he moans, the vibrations from his throat have my body shaking with the need for release.
He pulls his mouth away again, but keeps slowly sliding that finger in and out of me. I groan in irritation, dropping my hand from his hair to the comforter beneath me.
A low, predatory growl fills the air. I open my eyes and look down at Jax. His eyes are laser focused on the finger disappearing inside of me. He adds a second finger, stretching me more than I’ve ever experienced before. And even though the feeling is entirely foreign to me, it feels amazing.
“Your tight cunt is going to look so fucking good wrapped around my cock, doe eyes.”
His words are followed by him stroking my inner walls with the tips of his fingers. Whatever spot he rubs against inside of me makes every nerve in my body tingle.
“Please,” I whine in desperation.
I’m desperate to come, needing that bliss that he’s more than capable of giving me. His head descends, dipping down until he’s close enough to drag his tongue over my oversensitive clit. Jax flicks his tongue in time with the slow rhythm of strokes inside of me.
The build is as slow as the movements of his fingers and tongue. My body hums with euphoric pleasure. Every muscle coils tight. My hips lift from the bed, chasing the orgasm I so desperately need.
Jax drags his tongue from my clit up my pubic bone, all the way to my navel. I throw my hand over my face, ready to cry out of pure frustration. That wicked tongue makes a path up my entire body until he stops to nip just below my ear.
His soft lips, wet from my arousal, drag over the shell. “I bet you’re even more beautiful with tears running down your face. But we will save that for when my cock is down your throat.”
“Please,” I whimper.
His fingers pump in and out of me. Each time he buries them inside of me, he strokes that spot again before pulling them back out.
“Do you want to come, pretty girl?”
“Yes,” I hiss out.
He drags my earlobe through his teeth. “Ask nicely.”
My head lulls to the side, away from him. “Please make me come,” I whisper softly.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” Jax rasps in my ear.
The scrape of his teeth down the center of my body causes goose bumps to rise in the wake of his mouth, all the way to my core. His tongue circles my clit before he sucks it into his mouth. The cry that leaves my mouth at the harsh jolt of pleasure echoes in the room.
Every rub of the spot paired with the sucking sensation, alongside the steady flick of his tongue on my clit, sends me back to the very edge. But this time, he doesn’t stop. Not until his name leaves my lips on a fractured moan and my body has tried its best to levitate from his bed.
He pulls his fingers out and I whimper at the empty feeling left inside of me. The sound of a zipper has my eyes popping open. I meet Jax’s dark eyes, knowing that mine are more than likely filled with a fear I didn’t know I still had.
As if he knows the question screaming in my head, he swipes his fingers through my folds again and says, “I’m going to make myself come, and you’re going to lie back and watch.”
My gaze drops to where his hand is moving up his length from base to tip. I’m sure my eyes almost bulge out of my head. He’s long and thick. The tip flushed and swollen with another metal bar just like the one in his tongue. Except this one is longer and comes out the center of the tip and out the bottom of the foreskin.
I watch, enraptured by the movement of his hand. The way he runs his long fingers over the head of his cock. The veins in his forearm strain with each stroke. He holds his shirt up with his free hand.
“Harley,” he grits out.
I snap my eyes up to his, noticing the tick in his jaw. My breathing is erratic, and I start to volley my gaze between his eyes and where he continues to guide his hand up and down his shaft. There’s no way that is going to fit inside of me.
“Fuck, you’re so damn sexy when you come,” Jax groans, tipping his head back.
I drop my gaze back down, watching as his movements start to speed up. He chases his release, breathing out curses every so often. It isn’t long before warm, white spurts come from the tip, right where his piercing disappears into him. Come shoots out over the lower half of my stomach, coating me in it.
His body shudders as the last bit lands on me. I run my eyes up his torso, landing on his face. His are closed and the rise and fall of his chest finally matches mine. When he opens his eyes, that dark gaze lands on where his come covers my skin.
Jax reaches out, wiping his fingers through the contents of his release and spreading it over my skin. “You look so fucking perfect painted in my come, Davidson.” His throat bobs and his heated gaze locks with mine. “I can’t fucking wait to do it again.”