19. Candice #3
Fisting my hands in the hem of his shirt, I slide it up his back. I need to feel his skin against mine. He reaches around, grasps the neck and tugs it over his head. He pushes back up and leans on his haunches, so he can remove my top as well. I smile when his gaze moves down to my pink lace bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispers, leaning in to place his lips on the swell of my breast. “You have the most magnificent tits.”
I drag my body up onto my elbows and unclasp my bra because I want his mouth on me … all of me. He helps me remove it before tossing it across the room.
“Jax,” I whimper when he palms my breasts in his big tattooed hands and leans down to swirl his tongue around one of my nipples before sucking it into his mouth.
When he’s done lavishing me, he scoots off the bed and drops to his knees. My breath hitches when he reaches for the waistband of my jeans. The sound is enough to make him pause. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“Are we still going to be friends in the morning?” I’m not sure I could stop this either way, but I need to know before this goes any further.
“Of course, we are.”
“Then yes, I’m sure.”
“One night with no restrictions,” he says.
“One night with no restrictions,” I repeat, smiling.
“We’ll worry about tomorrow … tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow is a new day. What’s important is the here and now.”
He goes back to work unbuttoning my jeans and when his eyes briefly dart up to mine, the wicked smile he gives me holds so much promise.
“It’s not going to be easy, but we’ll find a way, we always do,” he says.
I know this is going to complicate things, but I’m willing to take that chance.
I’ve dreamt about this moment for so long.
He slides my pink Converse sneakers off my feet.
My body is trembling as he peppers lingering kisses down the length of my legs, removing my jeans as he goes.
When he’s done, he leans back and admires his handiwork.
I’m left in nothing but a tiny pair of pink lace panties.
“Fuck, Candice. Do you even realise how sexy you are?”
He stands to full height, and I use this time to drink him in.
He’s so breathtakingly beautiful. I haven’t seen him without a shirt on in years.
His strong arms and broad shoulders are bigger than I remember.
His abs are so ripped. He’s all man now.
Every delicious inch of him. He’s perfection in every sense of the word.
My gaze moves to the tattoos across his chest. I’ve never seen them before.
“Is that a tattoo of a piece of pink candy sitting over your heart?”
He pauses before chuckling nervously. “What can I say? I love pink candy.”
Since when?
Does that tattoo have anything to do with me, or is it wishful thinking on my part?
I want to ask, but I’d feel silly if he said no.
I’m distracted from my thoughts when his thumbs hook in the waistband of his sweats.
My eyes travel over his abs and my tongue moistens my lips as he reveals his delicious ‘V’.
I gasp the moment he pulls his pants and boxer briefs down around his hips. “Oh, my God.” My eyes widen as my hand covers my mouth in shock. “You didn’t.”
“If my memory serves me correctly, you were the one who said my cock should come with a warning label.”
I did say that, but it was in jest. Now he has words tattooed across his pelvis in fancy cursive writing: Warning choking hazard . Below the phrase is an arrow pointing straight to his dick. I remove my hand from my mouth and burst out laughing.
“I love it.”
“I thought of you when I had it done. It reminded me of…” Again his words trail off. Why are we incapable of talking about that night? Maybe it’s because it was the moment that changed everything.
Jax may be the only person I’ve ever slept with, but I’m not completely innocent. I’ve seen a few penises in my time, and he really does have a spectacular example. I’m confident he could be a penis model if there were such a job, that’s how perfect it is.
“You take my breath away,” I breathe as I scoot to the edge of the bed, placing my hands on his hips. I lick my lips and look up at him through my eyelashes. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything like this, but I’m sure it’s a skill you never forget, like riding a bike.
“Candice,” he groans as his hands slide into my hair. “To this day I still remember what your lips felt like wrapped around my cock. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off to that memory.”
After he left, I often thought about our night together, but in the end, I had to let it go. It was too painful.
His entire body trembles when I lick a line up the length of his shaft, before circling my tongue around the crown. “You have a beautiful cock, Jax.”
“Sweet Jesus,” he whimpers as I take him in my mouth. “I don’t even want to know where you learnt to suck cock like this.”
It’s not like I took blowjob lessons. I’m just a natural.
I put everything I have into this moment as I work him over with my mouth, my tongue and my hands. Within minutes, his grip on my head tightens.
“Fuck, I’m gonna blow already.” He tries to pull back, but I dig my nails into his arse cheeks and hold tight. He didn’t let me finish the job last time. I want to taste him.
I look up at him just as he throws his head back and groans loudly. I moan around his cock when I feel his hot cum hit the back of my throat. Pleasing him like this is such a turn-on. I don’t stop until I’ve milked him of every last drop.
Without speaking a word, he places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back into the mattress. He hastily rips my panties down my legs, never once taking his eyes off me. His actions are one of a desperate man as his body moves to cover mine.
“I have no words for your spectacular oral skills.” He’s smiling as he shakes his head. “No fucking words.”
His mouth and hands are everywhere, but I’m not complaining. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like this. I haven’t noticed just how dead I’ve been inside until now. With every look, every kiss and every touch, he’s slowly bringing my damaged heart back to life.
“I need to taste your sweet pussy,” he utters. The last orgasm I had was three and a half years ago. I’m not sure if my body will be able to take it.
He moves to the side of the bed, lifting my legs and placing my feet on each of his shoulders. Using his hands, he spreads my knees wide. There’s a look of appreciation on his face when he stares down at me. It’s surprisingly comforting, making all my insecurities vanish.
The moment his lips come into contact with my sensitive flesh, I’m lost. Lost in the ecstasy that is Jaxson Albright’s mouth.
“Jax,” I whimper as my hands clutch his hair.
“You taste like heaven.” Drawing back, he blows hot air over my clit, looking up at me as he does. His eyes never leave mine as he moves his face forward, licking a path straight up my centre. It makes my body quiver. “Just as sweet as I remember.”
Seeing his handsome face between my thighs is a sight, I can tell you. I release a long, drawn-out moan when he slips a finger deep inside me.
“You’re so wet … so tight,” he murmurs. “I can’t wait to be inside you, again.”
I smile, but on the inside, I’m doubting his words. The last time he was inside me, he ran. Maybe it’s just something he says to all the women he beds, part of his spiel . Does he even have a spiel? God, I hope not. I want to mean more to him than all the others. I want to be the special one.
Pushing those thoughts out of my mind, I concentrate on him. If this is our last time together, then I want to savour every second of it.
My inner thighs press tightly against his head and my toes curl. I’m already on the edge as my body climbs to a place of pure ecstasy. It’s a feeling that’s been foreign to me for so long, that I’m not sure if I can even handle it. I hope I don’t pass out.
“Jax,” I pant when he brings me over the edge, tugging roughly on his hair. “I’m … I’m coming.”
I’m still reeling from my orgasm as he makes his way back up my body. I swear I’m seeing stars. “I need to be inside you,” he whispers against my mouth.
When he grabs hold of his cock and slides it through my wetness, my whole body tenses. “Don’t forget the condom.”
I grin when his eyes meet mine. I’m trying my best to act light-hearted, but I am feeling anything but.
“Really? I can pull out like last time. You’re the only one I’ve ever gone bareback with. I need to feel all of you, Candice.”
“Please put a condom on.” I’m not getting into the reasons behind my request. He needs to wrap it, end of story .
“Okay.” He pushes off the bed. For a split second, I think he’s going to change his mind about doing this. “I’ll just grab one. They’re in the bathroom.”
Relief floods through me. I prop myself up on my elbows to ogle his magnificent arse. He has nice, tight, round buns. Perfection .
He’s already rolling the condom onto his impressive length as he walks back into the room.
The second he settles over the top of me again, his beautiful brown eyes meet mine.
The corners of his lips turn up as he gently brushes my hair back off my forehead.
“Are you sure about this? It’s not too late to say no. ”
“I’m sure.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” We both laugh as he lines himself up. When he slides the tip inside of me, I close my eyes and moan. “Open your eyes,” he orders. “I want you to see who’s making you feel like this.”
I don’t need to see, because nobody can make me feel the way he does.
He waits until I do as he’s asked. No words are spoken, but his expression conveys so much. It almost looks like love. Does he feel the same way about me as I do about him? Maybe not, but in this moment I’d say yes.