26. Jaxon
JAXON
Ilike to think I’m a good human. My parents raised me right. I have good morals and values, and I’m good to people. And normally, I have strength of conviction.
Normally.
Until Della Tatroe ended up in my orbit. Now all my convictions are shot to hell, and each time I commit to a new one, I move the goalpost.
At the bar, I didn’t accept her kiss because she’d been drinking heavily, and I really want to make sure she’s in the right headspace.
But when she seemed to sober up a bit, I couldn’t stop myself from getting close…
too close… to her on her porch. I can’t fucking explain the way I’m drawn to every piece of this woman.
When I tried to pretend I wasn’t wavering, her disappointment rang out louder than any conviction I had, and the last thread of my restraint gave out.
That first night I kissed her when she jumped into my bed, it felt more powerful than it should have been.
But the porch kiss? It was indescribable.
Instead of taking it slow, I had her pinned against her door, and rubbing on my body in the filthiest way.
And fuck me if letting her use my leg like that wasn’t hotter than I ever imagined that could be.
I thought that if she got off, we could postpone anything else…
But now my pants are around my ankles, and she’s stroking my dick that’s been hard since she came to town, and I’m hoping the flimsy fabric of my underwear spontaneously evaporates.
I don’t think she’s going to wake up and question if I took advantage of her or anything, and with each stroke, the reservations are getting quieter and quieter before they vanish into the wind.
At the end of the day, she’s leaving soon. Even if she ends up hating me for some reason, it’ll be for a couple more weeks. But I don’t think that will be the case.
In fact, the craziest part of this is that I’m not looking at her like some drive-by fuck.
I mean, yeah, she’s hot and willing, but this just feels.
I don’t know. It’s the same thing I tried to say to Molly earlier.
There is no basis for any feelings, but something about her speaks to me in a way beyond simple physical desire. And it’s completely fucking unnerving.
While being lost in my head, I miss the fact that Della has moved to her knees. Looking up at me, she asks one more time. “Do you trust my judgment, Jaxon? Can I do this?”
Her thumbs wrap around the waistband of the remaining fabric, and she’s brushing them along my skin teasingly. At this point, whether I trust her judgment or not, I’m not saying no. Those pouty lips wrapped around my dick tempt me beyond the point of restraint.
I mean to tell her I trust her, but instead, the words I trust everything about you come out. And before I can think on that, she yanks my underwear down forcefully… like she’s on a mission… like she can’t wait a second longer for permission, and that hunger gets me even crazier.
Both her hands go around my length, and she looks back at me with wide eyes. Her ex must have been lacking in that department. No surprises there.
“You’re huge,” she exclaims, and in this moment, something flips in her.
She takes a breath, and I don’t know what the fuck is happening.
This woman swings on pendulums I didn’t know existed, but if there is any single doubt about us hooking up on her end, I need this to stop immediately.
It’s exactly what I don’t want, and tried to avoid.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, wrapping my hand over my weeping dick, stroking it to relieve some of the pressure that’s been building.
She stares at my hand and licks her lips as I rub myself.
“I don’t know if I’m good at blowjobs.”
“Del, unless you’re using teeth and grating, no one is bad at blowjobs,” I say. Because I wish a woman could understand how good it feels to have your dick sucked.
“Tripp said…” she starts, but I cut her off.
“Never talk about that fucking guy when we are together like this,” I snap.
It doesn’t matter that I was just thinking about how small-dicked he must be.
“I want the confident Della. The one who wanted to fuck me through my pants. She wouldn’t care what anyone would think; she would know she gave the best head in all the land.
If you don’t want to, that’s one thing, but if you’re just nervous about your abilities, I assure you that belief is misguided. ”
Her bottom lip goes between her teeth, and I keep stroking myself. Of course I want this, but not at the expense of her not wanting to. I wonder where a pearl necklace would fall on her sex lessons list, and if we could have that for our first session.
“I want to,” she says. With determination back on her face, she brings her hand back up, shooing mine away.
“Show me what you’ve got then, Tatroe.” Now she’s smiling, and I know she wants this too, so my reservations drop as well.
“But first…” I grab her hands, pull her up, and throw her over my shoulder.
She squeals as I bring her to the couch and plop her down, tickling her before she laughs and gets out of my grip to stand.
I want her to remember that sex is fun. A lot of fucking fun.
After she throws a pillow on the ground, her eyes flicker with an unmistakable heat.
Putting my hand on her shoulder, I gently push her down and she is more than willing to take that direction.
She insists that I sit on the couch, and when I do, she uses her hands to open my legs and slide between them.
“How bad do you want this?” she asks me. Whether or not she’s usually vocal, I make note that she will need a lot of praise and encouragement to build up whatever that fucking guy took from her.
“I’ve imagined those lips wrapped around my dick since I slept in bed with you.
You know that red lipstick you wear? I imagine it smeared all over your face every time I see it.
” I almost regret my words because that might be a lot, but the smiles she gives me hit me in the heart.
It’s a really weird sensation given the situation we’re in, but she wastes no more time.
Bringing her lips to the head of my dick, she licks me all around before moving to a sweeping motion, paying attention to the most sensitive part right under the crown.
I’m confused because that’s something only an experienced dick sucker would do, and my hand goes up to pull her hair away so I can watch the show.
She’s barely looking at me, completely focused on her task at hand, and as I watch myself disappear deeper and deeper into her mouth, my toes curl.
There’s no way she hasn’t done this many, many times.
As she bobs up and down, she’s messy and loud, and making it appear that this is the best thing she has ever done in her life. My hand moves up and down with her head, letting her set the pace, and before I know it, she is gagging on me.
“How do I go deeper?” she pulls off to ask.
Fucking Lord, this woman is asking me how to deep throat my dick while I’m building an orgasm. How…
“I just want you to keep going, Della. I’m getting close, and this feels so fucking good, baby. We’ll try next time.”
“Promise?” she asks.
“Yeah, I promise.” The thought of being in this position again makes me impossibly harder still.
She goes back to work and uses the most incredible combination of her hand and mouth when I reach the point of no return. I try to pull her off because I have no idea what her experience with swallowing is.
She uses her free hand to bat mine away and doubles down
“Fuck, Del. No. I’m going to… fuck, that feels so fucking good.” I stare at her while I gently hold the side of her face as she continues to work me. The plan is to forcefully pull her off to avoid blowing in her mouth. But it’s futile.
I can’t say the orgasm crept up on me, but once again, my convictions fail, because instead of pulling her off, my other hand goes to grab her face so I can feel her as I finish.
I grunt as I release into her mouth, but she takes everything down as if this is old news.
What the hell? There’s no way this woman is inexperienced.
My hands leave her head and go to mine as my entire head tilts back on the couch. Fuck, that felt good. Too good.
Della pops off up with a huge smile and sits next to me on her knees.
“How did I do?” she asks with the excitement of someone showing something off.
“I mean, you passed with flying colors. I’m not sure why you think you need to sign up for sex lessons, because that couldn’t have been better.”
“It couldn’t have been perfect. What would have taken it to the next level? Deep throating?” she asks, genuinely curious.
“Nothing. It felt incredible,” I say. “I have to ask, though, Del. That didn’t seem like the work of someone unfamiliar with the art of a blowjob.”
The next thing I know, she’s straddling me to continue the conversation. Everything about her is distracting, but her cleavage right in my face is downright unfair.
“Well, I’m a superb student and did a lot of reading up on it. I watched a couple things too. Plus, it’s not like I’m completely inexperienced.”
“Okay, I know we said we weren’t going to talk about him when my dick was out, but actively worked on how to please someone, and the person you were going to marry still didn’t want to do this with you?”
She just shakes her head.
“Well, that’s good for me then.” I try to make a joke, but her need for validation shows how much he crushed her.
When she leaves here in the next few weeks, I will move mountains to make sure she will be the most sexually confident woman to have walked the earth.
And by move mountains, I mean I get to enjoy and to engage in…
who the fuck knows what she’s concocted and wants to try.
But I’ll do anything she wants. “Seriously, Del, I don’t know what was wrong with your ex, but I’m open and excited for whatever you throw my way. ”
“There’s a lot,” she says.