Chapter 19 Came in Waves
Came in Waves
Claire stood in front of the windows, bathed in moonlight.
The trees outside swayed in the breeze, and the water shimmered beneath the night sky like it knew it was being watched.
Her skin prickled from the touch of the cool glass—and the way anticipation slid down her spine like a hand not yet touching her.
Then she felt him.
Jaxon stepped up behind her, slow and certain, the warmth of his chest brushing her back. His hands found her waist, thumbs grazing the bare skin just beneath her shirt as he pulled her gently against him.
Neither of them spoke.
She turned to face him, the hush between them heavier than words. And when she looked up—really looked—his eyes were glowing in the light bouncing off the water. Glacial-blue. Focused. Hungry.
Claire reached up, fingers threading through the back of his hair, the other hand gripping the curve of his jaw as she tugged him closer. Their lips met in a soft collision, mouths open, tongues slow and exploratory. It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t forced.
It was inevitable.
Jaxon deepened the kiss, groaning when her nails scratched the nape of his neck. His hands slid beneath her shirt—palms flat on her back, pressing her tighter against him until she could feel the rigid line of his cock against her stomach.
Still kissing, she reached down, tugged at the hem of her shirt, and pulled it over her head—bare from the waist up now, skin glowing in the moonlight.
Jax pulled back just far enough to look at her.
And fuck, the look in his eyes made her throb.
He dropped to his knees in front of her, hands trailing down her thighs as he hooked his fingers into her shorts and tugged them—and her panties—down in one smooth motion. Claire gasped as the cool air hit her, but it was nothing compared to the heat that followed.
Jax kissed up her thigh, slow and open-mouthed, teeth grazing just enough to make her knees tremble. Then his hands slid around to grip her ass as he buried his face between her legs.
His tongue was slow at first. Teasing. Circling her clit, then dipping lower—licking up every drop of her. When she let out a soft moan and leaned back against the window for support, he groaned into her pussy, tongue flicking faster now.
“Fuck—Jax...”
He gripped her harder, fingers sinking into her flesh as he pulled her closer, tongue fucking into her until her thighs shook. She threaded her hands into his hair, grinding against his face with ragged breaths and broken moans.
When he sucked her clit between his lips, she cried out—hips bucking, legs unsteady.
He didn’t stop until she came, shaking against the glass, panting his name like it was the only thing she remembered how to say.
As she started to come down, Jax stood—face wet, lips swollen, pupils blown wide. She was still trembling when she reached for him, desperate to feel him. To see all of him.
Her hands found his waistband.
She undid the button. Slid the zipper down.
And when she pushed his boxers past his hips—
Her breath hitched.
He was thick. Hard. The kind of size that made her thighs clench in anticipation. Veins along the shaft, flushed and pulsing. Her mouth went dry—except it didn’t.
Because her lips were already parting as she dropped to her knees.
Jaxon hissed when she wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock, gave one slow pump, and licked the head—tongue flicking across the slit before swirling around it.
Then she took him into her mouth.
Slowly. Devastatingly slow.
Her lips slid down his length, her tongue pressed flat beneath the shaft, and when she gagged softly around the thickness, he gripped her hair and moaned, “Fuck, Claire...”
She kept going. Letting spit drip down her chin, her hand stroking what she couldn’t fit, her eyes locked on his the entire time.
She wanted him to watch.
Wanted him to see how filthy she could be when no one else was around.
“Jesus—you’re gonna make me come if you keep—” he choked, pulling her back gently by her hair. Strings of saliva still connected her lips to the head of his cock.
He helped her to her feet, his hands on her hips as he backed toward the edge of the bed and sat.
Then he pulled her on top of him.
Claire straddled his lap, knees pressed into the mattress, hands braced on his chest.
She hovered just above him, her dripping pussy brushing the head of his cock—both of them panting, eyes locked.
“You sure?” he asked, voice rough.
She didn’t answer with words.
She just sank onto him—slow and deliberate, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
They moaned in unison.
Her walls clenched around him, tight and wet and perfect.
Jaxon’s hands gripped her hips as she rolled them in a slow, grinding rhythm—rocking on him, teasing him, owning every inch she was giving him.
Claire threw her head back, a breathless cry escaping her lips as she rode him, her hands sliding up her own body, over her breasts, pinching a nipple while his cock filled her so deep she could barely breathe.
Jaxon cursed beneath her, his thumbs digging into her hips. “You feel… fucking unreal.”
She grinned, dragging her nails down his chest as she bounced harder, faster, until the sound of their bodies echoed against the windowpanes—wet and wild and unholy.
Her orgasm hit like a tidal wave—fast and brutal—making her slam her hips down on him as her body locked and trembled, thighs shaking, pussy pulsing around him.
And that was it.
Jaxon flipped them, his body slamming her into the mattress as he fucked into her—deep and fast now, chasing his own release. One hand pinned her wrists above her head. The other grabbed her thigh and hiked it higher as he pounded into her, skin against skin, sweat pooling between them.
“I’m gonna—fuck—Claire...”
“Inside,” she gasped. “I want it.”
His cock twitched once, twice—then he growled her name and spilled deep inside her, hips jerking as his body stiffened, pumping her full.
He stayed there, buried in her, breathing hard, their bodies tangled in moonlight and sweat.
And when he finally rolled off her and pulled her into his arms—
She didn’t feel like she’d crossed a line.
She felt like she’d found where she belonged.