Page 56 of Study Games

My cry echoed around the room as he latched on, nibbling and licking and eating like a man denied every basic need and finding a banquet of it all in one place. Jax’s rough thumbs traced my inner thighs, gripping the flesh there tight enough to mark as he thrust his tongue inside me.

A scream lodged in my throat. I couldn’t force it out as he moved to suck on my clit. My orgasm ran into the build up and the tease, and suddenly it was all too much. My knees buckled, unable to support me. He caught me as I fell, my knees pinning him to the ground either side of his head.

I tried to cradle him but my hands refused to work the way they should. Heat gushed between my thighs as I shook, but he held me upright and never freaking stopped licking and sucking. Moans–my moans–rippled around the room until I swayed over him, digging my fingers into my thighs and leaving long scores there I knew would ache come morning. His hands folded over mine, dark eyes begging me, but he liked the pain, fucking loved it, and we both knew it.

Gasping and unable to focus on anything, I pressed his hands to my flesh, pinching his fingers along my skin. He frowned, and shook his head but that worried at my clit like a dog with a bone and I screamed a little until he eased off the pressure but refused to let go completely.

Rocking my hips over his mouth, I sought my next release, but kept up with my hands and his until he got the hint. Taking over, he plucked gently at my skin. When I scowled down at him, his dark eyes blazed at me until suddenly I was on my back and he rose over me, pinning my hands over my head.

“You want fucking pain, Waverly?” Jax glared down at me, his body bruised and battered because of me. “You want to know what fucking gets me off? Let me tell you, soft little queen. The orgasm you just had won’t even come close. It’ll be nothing to what I can show you. But you’re not ready for the sort of overdose I’ll give that pretty body and all its stunning curves. Not tonight. Not like this.” He gripped my wrists tight above my head until I cried out from the pressure beneath my bandages. Jax released me fast, leaning back on his knees where he knelt between my thighs and ran shaking hands through his hair. A hollow laugh escaped him. “See? I can’t even fucking hurt you the right way.”

I scraped my nails lightly up his jeans, and reached for him but he batted me away with a glare. Not to be deterred, I shook my head, and held out a hand. “I’m not scared of you, Jax. You’re not your father.”

“I could be.” He sounded like a sulky schoolboy, not the bad boy I needed right now.

I slapped his knee. “You’re not. Stop that.” I fixed him with a hard stare. “I know what you like. I can deliver. But can you?”

20

JAX

This girl with her never ceasing suicidal challenges was going to kill me.

After laying down a dare like that she leaned back like the cat got the cream and fucking waited.

Like she knew she had me by the literal balls and I’d do anything to please her. The damned thing? She was fucking right. So I did the only thing I could do. I crawled back between her legs where I’d been when she collapsed from the strength of her orgasm, and gave her another one.

This time while she lay safely on the floor while I scratched and pinched the fuck out of her, warming her beautiful, oh so fucking pale skin up until she warmed beautifully beneath my hands. And then, right as she began to gush hot cream beneath my tongue again, I backed off.

“What are you doing,” she mumbled sleepily, trying to put two and two together and coming up with zero.

Zero orgasms, that was.

“Making you come without my tongue baby,” I promised silkily. “You wanted to do this my way, right?”

“Yes, but–”

I leaned down and kissed her mouth hard, pushing my tongue in slathered with the tasted of her and made it messy as fuck, knowing it pushed her boundaries. It didn’t matter how much she wasn’t going to like it, because I didn't care right now. We were going to be doing a lot of that, pushing out boundaries, finding out what normal looked like for us. Because if we were doing this thing, it would be in a place where we both got off, or not at all.

And that meant showing her all of me.

Darkness, sick as fuck. All of it.

“Shhh, bee girl. The only thing I want to hear coming out of your mouth is your screams when you feel the sting, ‘kay?”

She blinked groggily at me. “Jax–”

I smiled, and raised my hand. “No more than five.”

“Five wha–”

I slapped her pussy with my whole hand, knowing it wouldn't take all five to bring her off in her state.

Her body arched as the sound of flesh on wet flesh ricocheted off walls. That pretty back bowed, her swollen, tortured flesh pinking so prettily. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out. One hand slapped the floor before she came back to earth, breathing hard through her nose as she stared at me wide eyed.

“What was that?”

“One.”

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