Chapter Twenty-One #2
“Shh,” he murmured against my sensitive clit, thumb pressing against the tight ring of muscle. “I’m just feeling you.”
I didn’t understand it all, but the focus in his movements, the drunken look in his eyes, it all felt like what I needed. What I… deserved?
My thoughts shattered when he grabbed me roughly, tugging my hips over his knelt form. I looked down to watch as he spread me open, and then his hot mouth was between my cheeks .
I gasped sharply, unwillingly sinking to the feeling of his strong, wet tongue licking me all over, probably making a sloppy mess of my back entrance.
He pushed his tongue into my hole and rubbed my clit with his fingers at the same time. I was levitating. It felt like being high—like the world was perfect and every thought melted away. I never imagined anything could feel so perfectly good and wrong.
He pulled away completely. “Your little ass is so warm,” he groaned, then dove back in, his tongue working me hungrily.
He did it again, drawing out completely, then sliding back in with his tongue. “And tight.”
He increased the pressure of his fingers on my too-sensitive clit, and I was building toward another peak, this one even more intense than the first.
"Come again," he commanded, his voice muffled against my flesh. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue again."
His tongue and lips drove me higher and higher until I was high with pleasure. When the second orgasm hit, my legs gave out completely.
Jax caught me, his strong arms supporting my weight around my waist as I trembled against him. But still he didn't stop, his tongue lapping at me gently, cleaning up the evidence of my pleasure with soft, reverent strokes.
"So sweet," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs. "I could worship you like this forever."
Finally, he rose to his feet, his hands sliding up to cup my small breasts through the dress. His touch was gentle now, soothing, but I could feel the tension in his body and how he was holding himself back.
"You're mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. "So beautiful, so mine. You're everything I never knew I needed."
His thumbs brushed over my nipples through the silk, and even exhausted, I felt desire spark. This man had just given me the most intense pleasure of my life, and somehow I wanted more .
“That was amazing,” I whispered, looking up and gazing into Jax’s eyes. They were hungry, yes, but also seemed to hold a tenderness so profound my heart squeezed at the sight.
He was watching me like I were the goddess he prayed to every night.
I slid my hands up his chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his white dress shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The fabric was expensive, smooth beneath my trembling hands as I worked each button free with growing urgency.
I needed to feel him as much as he felt me, I needed him to know I that even if I wasn’t sure, that I understood whatever it was in his eyes, and I wanted more of it.
"I want to see you," I breathed against his throat, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Feel you.”
His hands covered mine, stilling my movements for just a moment. "You sure, princess? We don't have to?—"
"I'm sure." The words came out fierce and sure. "I want you, Jax. I want everything."
Darkness flashed in his eyes, pupils dilating until they were almost black. "Fucking hell,” he groaned, his large hands moving up to help me with the buttons, ripping the last few free in his haste. "You're going to be the death of me."
The shirt fell away, revealing the sun-kissed expanse of his chest. The snake tattoos coiled around his biceps and shoulders, and his abs glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. My hands traced the defined ridges of his muscles, marveling at how hard and warm he felt beneath my palms.
"You're beautiful," I whispered, pressing my lips to his collarbone, copying what he’d done for me.
He shuddered at the contact, his hands finding the zipper of my dress with desperate fingers. "Not as beautiful as you, princess. Not even close."
The emerald silk pooled at my feet, leaving me completely bare except for the necklace at my throat. His eyes devoured every inch of me like a starving man seeing food for the first time, and somehow, I felt no shame under his hungry gaze, only a growing sense of power.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, his hands skimming over my skin like I was made of glass. "So fucking perfect. Look at you."
I reached for his belt, his fingers continuing their reverent feel of my body, my confidence growing with each ragged breath he took. "Your turn."
His hands covered mine again, but this time to help me work the expensive leather free. "Demanding little princess," he mused, but there was approval in his voice. "I like it when you take what you want."
"I want… everything," I breathed, my fingers working at his pants, focused entirely on making him mine. "I want you naked. I want to touch you everywhere."
He groaned at my words, helping me push his pants and boxers down his legs. When he was finally bare before me, I couldn't help but stare. He was huge, thick, and intimidating, but beautiful in a way that made my mouth water.
His cock was just as golden as the rest of him, curving up high against his abs, the head flushed pink and glistening with pre-cum.
"Like what you see?" he asked, and I could hear his smirk.
Instead of answering, I reached out and wrapped my hand around him, marveling at how hot and soft yet hard he felt in my palm. He hissed at the contact, his hips jerking forward involuntarily.
"Fuck, Estelle," he panted. “You’re driving me crazy.”
“I’m just doing what you did to me,” I murmured, eyes locked on the way his hips seemed to tremble, his abs clenching as he fought the urge to buck into my hand again.
Before I could explore him further, he swept me into his arms, carrying me through the moonlit house toward his bedroom. I took the opportunity to pepper kisses along his neck and jaw as he carried me, tasting his skin, feeling the way his pulse thrummed beneath my lips.
"Impatient princess," he chided, but his pace quickened .
His bedroom was massive like before, dominated by a king-sized bed with crisp sheets. Floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the ocean, moonlight spilling across the room in silver streams similar to the living room.
He set me down beside the bed, but I immediately pressed against him, my hands roaming his chest, his shoulders, anywhere I could reach. The feeling of his skin against mine was addictive.
This was why every woman was so caught up in Jax Easton. He was perfect in every way, a Greek god come true, one who just sent me to cloud nine and back.
"I need you," I whispered up to him, holding his tender gaze. "Please, Jax."
“Estelle,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair. “This is like a dream. My perfect princess, finally begging for me."
He kissed me, deep and claiming, his tongue sliding against mine with hungry desperation. I could taste myself on his lips, could feel how much he wanted me in the way his body trembled against mine.
"Tell me what you want," he commanded against my mouth, “I’ll give you anything.”
"I want you inside me," I breathed, the words coming easier now, a truth I never imagined would leave my mouth. "I want to feel you in me.”
His eyes went dark at my confession. "That's my girl. "
He reached into the nightstand, pulling out a condom and stepping closer, backing me up against the bed. I watched, mesmerized, as he rolled it on his huge cock, movements sure and confident despite the way his hands shook slightly.
"Lie back for me," he instructed, his voice gentle but commanding.
I did as he asked, settling against the soft sheets, but when he moved to cover me, I stopped him with a hand on his chest.
"Wait," I said, pushing him onto his back instead. "I want to touch you first."
I needed to touch him and make him feel how he made me feel. I needed to convey to him that whatever this was, I wanted it. I wanted him more than any other girl he’d been with before.
His eyes widened in surprise and hunger. "Fuck, yes. Touch me, take what you want."
I shuffled over to straddle his thighs once he sat, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest, tracing the tattoos that wound around his arms. He watched me with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as I mapped his muscular torso.
“You’re way too pretty for a guy,” I murmured, fingers tracing the V-line leading down to his flushed length.
His hands found my hips, gripping tightly. "You're going to drive me insane," he panted. “I can’t wait much longer.”
I could feel his hardness pressing against my sex, hot and insistent, and I couldn't resist rocking against him. The friction was slippery and delicious, making us both groan.
I leaned down, my breath ghosting over the muscles of his chest before flicking my tongue out and tracing a slow circle around his left nipple.
His reaction was immediate. His breath hitched sharply, a low groan tearing from his throat as his back arched off the bed, his length pressing more firmly against me. His hands flew from my hips to tangle in my hair, not pulling but holding, as if he needed the anchor.
“Shit,” he gasped, his voice cracking slightly. "Estelle, what are you?—"
I silenced him by nipping gently at the sensitive peak, my teeth grazing just enough to send a jolt through his entire body. I felt wicked and powerful as he bucked beneath me, his hips pressing up desperately as a strangled moan escaped his lips.
“You brat,” he panted, his eyes squeezed shut, overwhelmed by the unfamiliar sensation. "No one's ever... fuck , that feels incredible."
Emboldened by his response, I lavished the same attention on his other nipple, my tongue swirling and teasing while my teeth provided just enough bite to make him writhe beneath me. His breathing became ragged, desperate sounds falling from his lips as his body trembled with unexpected pleasure.