1. Jax #3
She manoeuvres her body down mine, sliding her hands underneath my T-shirt as she goes. When she runs her tongue across my abdomen before raising her face and giving me a mischievous smile, I know I’ve misread her intentions. Sweet Jesus.
I swear my heart skips a beat when her fingers move to the waistband of my jeans. Is this actually happening? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off to the image of her lips wrapped around my dick, which is something I’m not proud of.
She makes easy work of undoing the buttons, which is unnerving, although I’m not naive enough to think this is her first time. I know it’s not.
A few years back Candice was dating one of my brother’s loser mates.
They were all hanging around by the pool at my place, so I decided to go for a swim.
It was only to piss my brother off. He and his preppy mates have always thought they were too good for me, so I get pleasure out of riling them.
They were playing a stupid game of water polo, so I ran out onto the back deck and did a huge-arse bomb right in the middle of it.
I hadn’t even noticed Candice sitting on the edge of the pool until I heard her sweet laugh when I broke the surface.
My brother and his mates immediately screamed profanities at me, but I only had eyes for the pretty blonde sitting a few feet away.
She was fully dressed and soaked from the splash, but surprisingly, she was smiling.
It was a beautiful smile too. I’ve never been a believer in love at first sight, but, fuck me, if I didn’t fall a little in love with her in that moment.
If it had been any of the other stuck-up chicks my brother hangs around with, all hell would’ve broken loose.
A few weeks later, I ended up beating the crap out of her boyfriend in our kitchen after I heard him bragging about her exceptional oral skills to my brother and his dickhead mates. Thankfully, Candice saw the light and broke up with him a week later. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
I’m pulled back into reality when her hand slides inside my boxer briefs, causing me to inhale sharply. I’m torn. I want this more than I want my next breath, but it’s what comes after that petrifies the hell out of me. I can’t lose her.
“Holy crap,” she whispers once she’s freed my cock. “I had no idea you were packing this monster in your pants. This thing should come with a warning label.”
Her comment makes me chuckle. “You’re not the first person to say that,” I reply. When her eyes slightly narrow and her grip on my dick tightens, I get the impression she doesn’t want to hear about the other girls I’ve been with. I don’t blame her.
I’m positive that’s one of the reasons I beat up her ex—because he was disrespecting her by telling his mates how well she sucks cock.
And also, the thought of them together like that messed with my head.
I hadn’t even known Candice very long at that stage, but it was irrelevant; she’d already captured my heart.
The day we met when my brother and his mates moved their pansy-arse party inside, she stayed out back.
We sat on the patio and talked for hours.
I’ve never clicked with anyone the way I did with her.
She was like nobody I’d ever known, or am likely to know again.
She ignited something in me that day, which only seemed to grow brighter the more we were together.
I take a deep breath and hold it as her lips inch towards my cock.
Part of me is screaming, stop this before it goes any further!
But I’m rendered powerless. Maybe the alcohol coursing through my veins is affecting my rational thinking, or it could be because all the blood in my head is now rushing to my dick.
The second her sweet mouth wraps around the head, every ounce of fight leaves me.
“Candice,” I groan as my hands grip her hair.
“ Fuck .” My eyes roll back in my head as my hips involuntarily thrust towards her mouth.
She takes me deep into her throat, palming my balls in her hand at the same time.
I bet you a thousand bucks one of those trophies in her cabinet says: Blowjob Queen—Candice Crawford . If there isn’t one, there should be.
I bask in her magic mouth for a little while longer, before sliding my hands under her arms and dragging her up my body. It’s not fair that I’m the one getting all the pleasure.
When her mouth crashes into mine, I flip her over, covering half of her body with my own. “It’s my turn.”
“Jax,” she whimpers when my fingers trail up her inner thigh and under that sexy little denim skirt she’s wearing. I groan when she parts her legs for me, allowing me better access. I’m still unsure about this but my resolve is slipping with every second that passes.
The moment my hand runs between her legs and over the soaked fabric of her lace panties, all my indecision vanishes. I need her— more than life itself .
Sliding my hand into her underwear, my fingers glide through her heaven. I groan when I feel how slick she is for me. “I need to taste you,” I say, pulling out of the kiss and making eye contact with her.
“Please.”
“Are you sure?” I ask, hoping she has the sense to stop this because I sure as hell don’t.
My hopes are dashed when she nods before uttering, “Yes. I’ve never been surer.”
There’s no way I can deny her.
Sitting back on my haunches, I glide her pink lace panties down her legs.
She lifts her torso away from the mattress, pulling her shirt over her head, and removing her bra while she’s at it.
She’s stunning, breathtakingly so. Surely, she didn’t need all those trophies to tell her that?
My eyes rake over her luscious body. She takes my breath away.
I’m so fucking hard that my cock aches.
She moans the moment my mouth bears down on her and her fingers tug at my hair. Christ, she tastes just as sweet as I knew she would.
It only takes me a few minutes to have her coming undone. I quickly reach up to place my hand over her mouth when she falls over the edge and screams out in pleasure. Her mother’s downstairs—I don’t fancy facing Sophia’s wrath if she finds out what we’re up to in here.
Taking my time, I kiss my way up Candice’s body until my mouth covers hers. I know the day will come when I’ll regret this, but right now I’m too lost in her to care.
My body is nestled between her legs, and my need to be inside her is strong. “Fuck me, Jax,” she breathes as her fingers skim down my back. Did she just read my mind?
“Candice,” I murmur. The moment I slide the tip of my cock inside, I throw my head back and groan. She’s so tight. She feels amazing .
My mouth hungrily captures hers as I push my hips forward, filling her completely, but when I do, her breath hitches and her body stiffens.
I lift my head, frowning as I gaze down at her with concern. “Are you okay … did I hurt you?”
She winces, but her words contradict her expression. “No, I’m good.”
“Do you want me to stop?” Please don’t say yes .
“Just give me a minute. You’re hung like a horse, remember?”
I chuckle. She has no filter whatsoever. I love that about her.
Stilling, I give her body time to adjust. My mouth meets hers again, but this time my kiss is a lot softer. I stay buried inside her for the longest time, while we make out until my need to move becomes too much.
Drawing my hips back slightly, we moan in unison when I slide back in. Soon I’m moving at a steady pace, thrusting into her little slice of heaven over and over. Rocking her hips, she meets me stroke for stroke.
I’ve been with plenty of other women in my time, but what I’m feeling for her in this moment scares me. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. This doesn’t feel like sex. It feels intimate … meaningful.
I push that irrational thought out of my head and flip over onto my back, bringing her with me. “You’ve never looked more beautiful than you do right now,” I say as she straddles my hips and sinks back down onto my cock.
She rewards me with a smile. “I’ve never felt more beautiful.”
My fingertips dig into her flesh as I grasp her hips and lift her body slightly, before dragging her back down. Her eyelids flutter shut, and her mouth parts on a whimper.
The way her perfectly round, perky tits jiggle as I bounce her on my cock, has a growl permeating in the back of my throat. She’s red hot and I’m not sure how much longer I can last.
Lowering my gaze, I stare at her pussy tightly wrapped around my dick. It’s a perfect fit. Then my heart sinks.
“Fuck,” I grate out, pulling her off me in a panic.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“I forgot to put a rubber on.” I’ve never gone bareback before. “Shit,” I mumble, looking down at my cock. Is that blood? “Please don’t tell me you’re a virgin.”
She draws her legs up to her chest and wraps her arms around them. “Okay, I won’t.”
“You won’t what?”
“Tell you then,” she answers, turning her face away from me.
Christ. How could that be? I never would’ve let this go so far if I’d known.
The moment I go to stand, Candice scrambles across the bed and grabs my arm. “Don’t go,” she begs. “I’ve mucked around with guys before, but I’ve never gone all the way. It’s no big deal.”
Running my fingers through my hair in frustration, I turn to face her. “It’s a huge fucking deal, Candice,” I bark. When I notice the tears pooling in her eyes, I blow out a frustrated breath and take a seat on the side of the mattress, pulling her into my arms. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because I know the type of person you are, Jax. You never would’ve gone through with it if you knew.”
She’s right, I wouldn’t have. Too late now, the damage is done.
We’re both silent for the longest time before she finally speaks.
“Please don’t leave.” I don’t reply because truthfully, I don’t know what to say.
I’m not sure if she’s talking about this moment, or me going away to university.
The thought of leaving her and not seeing her for God knows how long is tearing me up inside.
“I need you, Jax.” Throwing her leg over my lap, she straddles me.
My entire body comes back to life the moment she sinks down. “I need you,” she repeats in a whisper.
When her lips meet mine again, I’m lost. I fucking need her too.
“Wait. Let me wrap it,” I say, pulling out of the kiss. “You know how I feel about having kids. I’m not cut out for parenthood, so I’m not taking any chances.”
I reach down in an attempt to grab my jeans, but she stops me. “I’m not ready for anything like that either, Jax. Christ, I’m only eighteen. Sophia would kill me.”
“She’d kill me too.”
“I want to feel all of you. Can’t you just pull out when it’s time? It’ll be safe, right?”
My common-sense screams, don’t be a fool, wrap that fucker , but my heart tells me to give Candice what she wants. My heart will always win out when it comes to her.
Holding my orgasm back, I drag this out as long as I can. I don’t want our time together to end, because I know it’ll be our last, our only.
The second I feel her muscles clench around my shaft, I can no longer stop the inevitable. Quickly pulling out, I stroke my cock a few times until I’m coming all over her silky soft skin. It’s a beautiful sight.
In this moment, I know I’m ruined. I’ll never again experience anything remotely close to what I just did with her. Never .
When I wake, the room is bathed in darkness, and my head hurts like a bitch. I lay there for a few minutes, trying to get my bearings, and then it hits me like a tonne of bricks—Candice.
Please let this be a dream .
Turning my head, I see her flawless, beauty queen profile illuminated by the moonlight shining through her bedroom window. My heart sinks as all those beautifully haunting images of our time together filter through my brain.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed in a panic, I sit up, clutching my pounding head in my hands. What have I done? A lump rises in my throat as the enormity of everything I’ve just risked hits home.
I’m suddenly feeling like I can’t breathe. I need to get out of here. I blindly feel around the floor, searching for my pants. “Fuck,” I grumble as I slip into my jeans. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Once I’m dressed, I make the heart-wrenching decision to walk away. It’s going to kill me, but it needs to be done. I can’t face her in the morning. I just can’t.
“I love you, Candice Crawford,” I whisper as I lean down, gently placing my lips on hers. I’ve never uttered those words before—my family doesn’t do love. But I’ve been in love with this woman for a long time, and last night just confirmed it.
She stirs briefly before releasing a cute snore. Even though my heart is heavy, it brings a smile to my face. I walk to the door, glancing over my shoulder as I go. This may be the last time I ever see her.
I selfishly put my wants before my needs, and I hate myself right now. I’ve always wanted her, but more than anything I need her . Her friendship, her companionship … her presence in my life. I always will.
I fucked up.
I’ve ruined everything .