Grace
I didn’t know what kinky spell Jaxson Brittain had me under, but I hoped it’d never end.
I was still in a daze from my orgasm, legs shaking under me as I followed him through the hotel room. Because that motherfucker had just rocked my world with his dirty mouth and made me come without even touching me.
And he was dead ass wrong if he thought I wasn’t going to return the favor.
I didn’t bother knocking on the bathroom door he’d shut himself behind, nor did I bother fixing my dress. It covered my ass now, but the straps were still off my shoulders, breasts exposed as I slid the door open.
And I found Jaxson staring back at me in the mirror, his shorts around his ankles and his cock in his hand.
“Get out,” he rasped, voice tight like it pained him. Maybe it did. If he was even half as worked up as I’d been before finding my own release, then it had to hurt, how badly he needed to come right now.
“Not a chance in hell,” I replied, and I stepped fully into the bathroom behind him. “I played your game. Now, you play mine.”
“I don’t like to be the one who receives the orders,” he threatened.
“So then stop fucking around and tell me what to do.”
His eyes flared in the mirror, and I arched a brow, running my fingertips over my shoulder and down to play with where my breasts spilled over the top of my dress. I grew even more confident when his gaze followed that touch, when he hissed a breath at the sight of me rolling my nipples between my fingers.
Jaxson turned to face me, and I didn’t even attempt to not let my gaze fall when he did.
Fucking hell.
He was hung.
I couldn’t help but study him, watching intently as he stroked that beautiful cock with one pump of his massive hand. He had to be at least eight inches long, at least two inches thick, and I both salivated and shivered at the sight of such a gorgeous specimen.
I swallowed, but I didn’t back down.
My eyes found his again, and I tilted my head just a little to the left, waiting for instruction.
I swore Jaxson’s chest swelled at the sight.
“Spit on it.”
His first command lit me on fire, and rolled my tongue in my mouth a few times before stepping closer to him. My eyes didn’t leave his as I spit, saliva dripping from my lips to where he held his cock.
He groaned when it hit, slicking himself with the lubrication.
“Knees.”
Fuck, I loved this game.
Using the edge of the bathtub to support myself, I did as he asked, sitting on my heels with my hands in my lap.
Just that alone had him sucking in a harsh breath, his eyes raking over me as he pumped himself once, twice. He’d pushed his shirt up just enough that it was out of the way, and the view from the ground had me ready for another round — his tight abs, his monster quads flexing with every roll of his fist, the fact that he had been so desperate to come he hadn’t even completely undressed.
And my particular kink rested in the fact that he still wore his fucking hat — backward. Watching him turn it around before he started commanding me in the other room had made me absolutely feral. That backward hat said he meant business, that he was about to get to work, that he was about to get dirty.
“I was ready to bust in my shorts out there,” he said, squeezing the tip of his cock before rolling his fist over it again. “Just watching you writhe in that bed, listening to the sounds you made…”
“I wanted it to be you fucking me.”
He let out a low curse at that, pumping himself a bit faster. “That right?”
I nodded but didn’t move my hands.
I wouldn’t — not until he told me to.
“You think you can handle me?” he asked, flexing into his hand.
“You already know I can.”
The words earned me another satisfying groan, his eyes heating even more as they raked over me. Truth be told, I wasn’t exactly sure I could back up that sassy attitude when push came to shove.
He’d stretch me, that I knew for sure. But I liked to think I could take it — liked the way he pumped himself faster when he thought about it, too.
“Sit against the tub.”
I leaned back, pulling my knees to my chest as my ass hit the tile.
“Now reach under that dress and play with your wet pussy, baby. Spread your legs wide so I can see.”
Fuuuuck, it was not okay how much my body responded to that. It should have felt degrading, and instead, it made me feel like a spoiled princess.
“Like this?” I asked, teasing him a little as I just barely spread my knees and touched myself under the dress.
He smirked. “We both know you can do better than that.”
I loved that wicked gleam, the challenge in his voice. I propped one foot up on the toilet seat, the other hitting the wall on the opposite side, and I tucked my hips toward the sky, showing him as much of myself as I could from this angle.
“Goddamn, Grace,” he cursed, and all bets were off. He fucked his hand mercilessly, and I thanked the universe again for the view I had — his balls pulled tight, his fist wrapped around his cock, the lower part of his abdomen I could see from where he’d moved his shirt out of the way. His muscles flexed as he pushed toward release, and I knew from how his breathing intensified that he was close.
I wanted him to unravel the way I had, wanted to bathe in the power I had over him in that moment.
So, I followed that boldness into the most delicious darkness I’d ever known.
“You like my tits so much,” I said, one hand playing with my pussy as the other slid up to palm my breast. “Come on them.”
“Fuck.”
He bit out the curse, chest heaving, fist pumping in long, hard strokes. I only smiled more, that power thrumming through me.
“Knees,” he said again, this time the word barely rasping out of him.
I scrambled out of the stretch I’d been in, looking up when I was positioned at his feet.
“Open your mouth.”
My clit ached at those words, desperate for me to touch it again. I felt absolutely unhinged.
I parted my lips, just a little at first, and then wider and wider, tilting my head back and locking my eyes on his.
He grunted something between a curse and my name — maybe both — and then he spilled, his release painting me like a canvas.
The first stream hit my chest, the next sliced across my neck, and when it reached my mouth, I licked his cum off my lips and rubbed that slick heat into my breast like it was an expensive serum.
It was disgusting — absolutely filthy.
And yet, it was so fucking hot.
“Holy shit,” Jaxson said when he was spent, and he leaned back against the sink, holding on for just a moment before he sank down to the floor with me.
There he was, sprawled out, his cock wet and softening between his thighs.
There I was, still on my knees, playing with his release with a wicked smile on my face.
There we were — together, on the other side of temptation, completely fucking ruined.
Jaxson laughed, his head hitting the cabinet behind him as he shook his head. I giggled, too, hiding the blush on my cheeks now that the heightened emotions had passed, and I realized I was sitting on a bathroom floor with cum on my face.
Then, he looked at me, his brows furrowing, breathing steadying, eyes darting between mine.
“You’re beautiful,” he said.
I tried to bite down the smile that curled on my lips at his words, but it was no use.
“When I come?”
“When you exist.”
I swallowed, and it was as if the tenderness of those words brought the reality of our situation crashing in like a tidal wave.
In less than twelve hours, we’d be at the same golf course with my big brother.
With his teammate.
And we’d just made each other come.
It didn’t matter that he didn’t actually touch me, or that I didn’t touch him.
If there were any boundaries left, I sure as hell couldn’t see them. The way Jaxson’s brows were slowly furrowing, I knew he couldn’t either.
And the heaviness of what we’d just done settled around us in that bathroom like a cloud of smoke.
