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my throat and cheeks, and I hear Jax give a low chuckle. Subtle, Gail. “Have fun,” I say.
“You, too.” She winks, and the two hold hands and walk off.
Jax turns me to face him, one thigh nudged between my trembling legs. He cups my face and brings his mouth right to the shell of my ear. “I need to taste you right fucking now. Right now, Brooklyn.”
Something about his guttural command makes me say, “Yes, please.” I need it, too. Stupid, insane, maybe. But I just need one more taste of his mouth. I want to touch him this time, see what he feels like in my hand. Maybe lick him down there, if I can. I’ve not gone down on a man before, and I ache to feel him fill my mouth.
He grabs my hand and yanks me out of my seat, and I barely have time to get my bag and toss my leftover coffee in the garbage before we’re out the door. My pulse is pounding in my entire body, and my skin is tight with my need.
The walk to my room feels like it takes far too long. I want to be in there already, spread out on my bed, his body above me. I want his mouth on mine, his skin sliding along my heated flesh.
When we finally get to my room and the door closes behind me, I lock it, and Jax steps toward me. He grips the back of my head and slants my mouth in a hard, insistent kiss. I find my knees weakening and I grip him to keep myself standing.
His cock is an iron rod pressed against my thigh. I feel it pulsing, and my pussy clenches in some kind of instinctive need. No, I chant to myself, I can’t do that . No sex. Just…I don’t know what, but I want more of him though. I can’t even imagine the things he could show me. The ways he could please me.
He pulls back and his lips are parted, his eyes dark on mine with the blue of his pupils barely visible. He’s panting, and his breaths are matching my own frantic inhales. “God, I’ve wanted to taste this mouth for far too long now.”
When his fingers reach for the bottom of my shirt, I pause.
He stops moving and swallows. I can see the urgent need in his body, in the tightness of his muscles. “Tell me what you want, darling.”
The fact that he stops instantly and read my nervousness makes me feel a little safer. “Um.” I lick my lips and shrug. “I…don’t quite know. More of what we did before. And I would like to…” I suck in a steeling breath and reach down to touch his huge dick. It jumps under my fingers. “I want to see it and maybe taste it.”
Jax’s groan shudders beneath my skin. I’ve only touched a naked dick once before, and I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing then. But with Jax right now, I feel like that doesn’t matter. He just wants my hands on him.
I get bolder and cup my hand, run it along the length, over his tight jeans.
More than anything right now, I wish I had the courage to unzip those jeans and take him out, feel it for real, nothing between us.
“God,” he moans, “yes.” His fingers grip my waist under my shirt, but he doesn’t move them. He opens his eyes and looks at me. “I want to put my mouth on that pussy. Let me taste you, Brooklyn. All over.”
My nod is shaky, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. He whips off my shirt and tank top, tossing them to the floor, then slides my skirt down my hips, where it puddles at my feet. I’m standing in front of him in my prettiest bra and underwear, pale pink lace.
Because despite me telling myself nothing was going to happen, I still put on something sexy.
“Fuck.” His fingers brush the fabric with reverence as he devours me with his gaze. “This looks so gorgeous on you that I want to rip it off.”
I am shaking now, aching for him to touch me more. “Please,” I murmur. I reach over and fumble at his waistband.
He gets the idea and with one arm, yanks off his shirt, then slides out of his jeans. He’s wearing boxer briefs, and his dick is bobbing between us, hard and huge. I swallow. Can I fit all of that in my mouth?
I want to try.
I drop to
“You, too.” She winks, and the two hold hands and walk off.
Jax turns me to face him, one thigh nudged between my trembling legs. He cups my face and brings his mouth right to the shell of my ear. “I need to taste you right fucking now. Right now, Brooklyn.”
Something about his guttural command makes me say, “Yes, please.” I need it, too. Stupid, insane, maybe. But I just need one more taste of his mouth. I want to touch him this time, see what he feels like in my hand. Maybe lick him down there, if I can. I’ve not gone down on a man before, and I ache to feel him fill my mouth.
He grabs my hand and yanks me out of my seat, and I barely have time to get my bag and toss my leftover coffee in the garbage before we’re out the door. My pulse is pounding in my entire body, and my skin is tight with my need.
The walk to my room feels like it takes far too long. I want to be in there already, spread out on my bed, his body above me. I want his mouth on mine, his skin sliding along my heated flesh.
When we finally get to my room and the door closes behind me, I lock it, and Jax steps toward me. He grips the back of my head and slants my mouth in a hard, insistent kiss. I find my knees weakening and I grip him to keep myself standing.
His cock is an iron rod pressed against my thigh. I feel it pulsing, and my pussy clenches in some kind of instinctive need. No, I chant to myself, I can’t do that . No sex. Just…I don’t know what, but I want more of him though. I can’t even imagine the things he could show me. The ways he could please me.
He pulls back and his lips are parted, his eyes dark on mine with the blue of his pupils barely visible. He’s panting, and his breaths are matching my own frantic inhales. “God, I’ve wanted to taste this mouth for far too long now.”
When his fingers reach for the bottom of my shirt, I pause.
He stops moving and swallows. I can see the urgent need in his body, in the tightness of his muscles. “Tell me what you want, darling.”
The fact that he stops instantly and read my nervousness makes me feel a little safer. “Um.” I lick my lips and shrug. “I…don’t quite know. More of what we did before. And I would like to…” I suck in a steeling breath and reach down to touch his huge dick. It jumps under my fingers. “I want to see it and maybe taste it.”
Jax’s groan shudders beneath my skin. I’ve only touched a naked dick once before, and I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing then. But with Jax right now, I feel like that doesn’t matter. He just wants my hands on him.
I get bolder and cup my hand, run it along the length, over his tight jeans.
More than anything right now, I wish I had the courage to unzip those jeans and take him out, feel it for real, nothing between us.
“God,” he moans, “yes.” His fingers grip my waist under my shirt, but he doesn’t move them. He opens his eyes and looks at me. “I want to put my mouth on that pussy. Let me taste you, Brooklyn. All over.”
My nod is shaky, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. He whips off my shirt and tank top, tossing them to the floor, then slides my skirt down my hips, where it puddles at my feet. I’m standing in front of him in my prettiest bra and underwear, pale pink lace.
Because despite me telling myself nothing was going to happen, I still put on something sexy.
“Fuck.” His fingers brush the fabric with reverence as he devours me with his gaze. “This looks so gorgeous on you that I want to rip it off.”
I am shaking now, aching for him to touch me more. “Please,” I murmur. I reach over and fumble at his waistband.
He gets the idea and with one arm, yanks off his shirt, then slides out of his jeans. He’s wearing boxer briefs, and his dick is bobbing between us, hard and huge. I swallow. Can I fit all of that in my mouth?
I want to try.
I drop to
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