Holy sweet mother of Jesus! Jackson Decker is some kind of magician with his tongue. He has made me come three times tonight already, twice in his truck and once in his bed not even ten minutes ago, but here I am, pulling at his hair and riding his face to my fourth. I spread my legs wider as I pull him closer.
“Oh! Jax,” I hiss out a breath as I rock my hips against his mouth. He holds me steady with his powerful hands clamped around the back of my thighs while his face is buried in my pussy, maintaining total control while I am on the edge of complete oblivion.
I have made myself come plenty of times before, but it’s been nothing like this. Nothing like the feeling of losing complete control and falling off the edge of a cliff. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release. Stars flicker behind my eyelids as my orgasm crests a wave.
Shit! I’m going to pass out.
“Good girl,” he mumbles as he sucks my clit harder.
No, I’m going to die. My soul is about to leave this earthly plain, but damn I will go out with a smile on my face.
Iwake up and blink in the dark room. For a horrible second I forget where I am, but then I see the huge tattooed arm draped over me and a jolt of warm, wet pleasure shoots through me. I’m in Jax’s house. In Jax’s bed. With Jax Decker. And he is everything I dreamed he’d be and more.
I stretch my arms and legs, trying not to disturb him. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s only five a.m. and we didn’t go asleep until after two. Every muscle in my body aches in a delicious way and my pussy throbs, making me smile.
“It’s early, Angel. Go back to sleep,” he mumbles in my ear.
“Do you call all women, Angel, in case you forget their name?”
“No, Lucia.” He nips my shoulder blade in warning. “Only you.”
I shift my weight until I’m lying on my back with his huge arm over my stomach now.
“Jax?” I whisper. “I think you’ve broken me.” I stifle a giggle.
“What? Why?” his eyes flicker open as he frowns at me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make myself come again. Well not like you did.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage it.”
“Hmm, Maybe. Can you remind me what you did though? With your fingers?”
“No, Lucia,” he growls and I feel a pang of disappointment, but I suppose he’s tired after our epic session. “Because if you want me to make you come again, or fuck you, then I want you to ask me to. Like a grown up.”
“You’re an ass,” I pout.
“Hmm.” He pulls me tighter to him.
I lie there for a few seconds as my pussy gently thrums with growing need. “Jax?”
“What?”
“Would you please make me come?” My words sound loud in the quiet room but there is something both exhilarating and empowering about asking for what I want.
The growl rumbles through his chest. “It would be my pleasure. Do you have any preference for how I make you come?”
“With your fingers first,” I whisper.
“First?” he breathes as he nuzzles my neck while his hand slides over my stomach and between my thighs. “And then?”
I suck in a breath. I am so out of my comfort zone here, but his hand feels so good as it slides over my pussy and he starts to circle my clit.
“Tell me what you want, Luce,” he growls.
“And then I want you to fuck me,” I breathe, blushing as I say the words even after everything we’ve done tonight.
“Fuck! You’re so damn sexy when you tell me what you want. And you are also fucking insatiable,” he groans as his fingers gently rub my clit.
He maintains a slow steady rhythm that makes every part of my body tingle with electricity. I rock my hips against his hand, desperate for more friction but he refuses me. And I remember that I’m supposed to ask.
“Jax,” I groan as my body pulses with need.
“Hmm?”
“I need more.”
“More?” he whispers against my neck.
“I want your fingers inside me,” I hiss as even saying the words makes the wet heat flood my pussy.
He slides his fingers lower before pushing two of them deep inside me and making me gasp out loud. How can he make me feel so good with only two fingers? “Like that, baby?” he breathes in my ear as he drives them in and out of me.
“Yes. Exactly like that.”
I close my eyes and concentrate on the pleasure flooding my body. His hard body pressed against mine. The warmth of his breath on my neck. His forearm flexing against my stomach as he works my pussy like no one ever has before.
“Your tight little cunt is so greedy for me, Luce,” he growls as he edges deeper and presses against a spot that I’ve only ever reached with a vibrator before. “The next time you touch yourself, will you pretend that it’s me inside you?”
I groan loudly. I always thought about him anyway, and now how the hell will I ever have sex again and not think about this night. When he presses against my clit with the pad of his thumb I lose all sense of time, space and reason.
“God, Jax!” I scream as my orgasm crashes over me.
“Fuck, Luce,” he groans. “The way you squeeze me like that when you come makes me so fucking hard.” Then his fingers are gone and I lie trembling and panting for breath while he gets a condom from the nightstand. As soon as he’s put it on, he rolls on top of me, spreading my thighs wider apart with his knees.
“Now it’s my turn to tell you what I want,” he growls as he drives his cock into me, pinning me flat to the mattress. “I want to make you come again on my cock, Angel. I want to fuck you so hard that you’ll remember what I feel like inside you forever. Whenever you’re fucked again you’ll think of me and the way I claimed you and know that no one will ever make you come as hard as I’m about to, and I want my name on your lips when you do.”
I look up at him as a rush of wet heat surges between my thighs.
How am I supposed to give this up now that I’ve had a taste of him? How can I sit back and watch him date his endless stream of women when I know that this is what they get when he brings them home for the night? Is it so selfish to want it all for myself. To want him for myself?
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer. If this is all I get then I need to make the most of it, don’t I?
