Page 59 of Jax

As he moved down my neck, his nose brushed my throat as I swallowed the taste of him in my mouth and into the depths of my body. It caused my breath to hitch with each stroke of his tongue like a tiny tingle of electricity being sent down to my core, the power building stronger at a steady pace.

A tiny kiss was pressed on my collarbone, and I felt my nipples pebble, alert and longing to be touched. Jax paid them no attention. His fingers released my arm straps and moved just to brush under the metal wire where my globes touched my rib cage.

He was teasing me. I was sure of it.

Jax traced every place he was touching. That extreme amount of concentration channeled into each little part of me that he caressed had my own mind overwhelmed. I felt like a painting and Jax my artist as he sculpted me from clay, so keen to make me as real as possible.

It was such a surreal but unnerving thought that it kept me pinned in place by his hands and his gaze. Hot breaths rolled like soft waves over my knees as a hand tucked underneath each one. With a kiss in exchange, his hands traveled up to the waist of my jeans. He pulled at the softened material. They weren’t skinny jeans, but they still required a dance or two to get off.

Not for Jax.

He slid them off like they were silk stockings, and his eyes followed the skin revealed under the dim light of the barn. My scars, the horrible deformed skin and the lumpy edges—he didn’t blink once.

I became aware of the rattling of rain against the side of the barn, the breeze chilling the exposed skin, the warmth of Jax’s sweat-glazed body as his hands reached up for the thin, cotton material of my panties.

He curled his fingers under the elastic and my hips jerked upward in response. Like a precious present, he leaned in close and pulled his fingers down. Short, unkempt curls unfurled from their cotton boundaries, and I wanted to cover it up, wanted to squirm away. Any movement I knew would break the spell cast around us, and even if it was just for today, just for this moment, I wanted to be looked at like Jax was looking at me, touched like he was touching me, understood like he understood me. I couldn’t bear to break our bubble.

I stilled, my heart in my throat as he leaned his face down close, nose brushing along the rough curls. He trailed it down over my mound until he poised above my moist, hot folds.

I worried my scent would dissuade him, but when he pressed a feathered kiss onto my clitoris and I felt my body lurch in response, I knew that wasn’t the case.

I took a deep, long breath and watched with avid fascination as he savored each touch of his lips against mine, switching between fleeting flicks of his tongue, soft slow pecks, and the occasional cool blow of air.

The peace that smothered me began to burn too hot, and I was left pleading for more, my moaning unable to be controlled. My stomach twisted, and my hips pushed up from the bed of hay before Jax’s hand guided them back down again.

“Jax,” I cried.

He ignored my quiet plea, going at his own pace as if I said nothing. He ran his tongue along the seam of my entrance. “J—”

My whimper was cut off by my startled scream as his tongue pressed into my opening. He began nipping and swiping all around the edges and the flesh around it. His fingers dug into my hips, arms under my thighs lifting me until I curled my knees around the side of his head, the acceleration of intensity ridiculous as I struggled with the G-force of his sudden change in pace.

His fingers began thrusting into my hole, starting with two and pushing unrelenting in and out. His mouth moved back to my throbbing clit and began placing sharp little nips out of time with his fingers, causing me to rise higher and higher. Each burst of pleasure was followed by a spike of pain.

It wasn’t long before I could feel myself being thrown off the edge and my gasping breaths grew wilder than the storm outside. My thighs clamped around Jax’s head and with one last, hard thrust deep into me, I went over. I threw back my shoulders and let out the loudest cry I had ever given.

It took every ounce of energy I had, and once it was over, the most amazing wave of pleasure was left rippling throughout my entire being. My muscles slumped and my legs weakened around Jax’s shoulders. My bare ass slid down before his hands caught it and helped lower me back onto the hay.

I was aware of the pain in my side, but for now the endorphins that were swimming in my veins put that pain and whatever extra damage I had just on the bottom of my caring list.

I stared up at the ceiling, the metal tin roof shaking with the vibrations of the rain. I was aware of my lips moving, but I was unsure what I had said exactly until I saw the smile pinch at the corners of Jax’s cheeks, his eyes wrinkling in amusement.

“You’re welcome.” He smirked, before turning to lift his shirt off his head and throw it into a corner somewhere.

He dropped down in the hay next to me, and I was aware I should be thinking about whether he needed some release, but I couldn’t find the strength to lift my head and look down. As a few more moments passed, and Jax didn’t say anything I let go of the concern.

If he wanted it, Jax wasn’t afraid to ask it from me. Or anyone, for that apparent matter.

The thought felt like a sour sting in my peace, and I felt my face screw up. That was the one thing I didn’t need to be thinking about right now. After just giving me the most amazing orgasm, it would be a pity not to savor the moment. But still… it got me thinking.

“About last night—”

Jax pressed his finger to my lips with a swiftness I could never match. I looked down at it in puzzlement.

“We’re not going to talk about that. Not right now. It’s not the time.”

“But—”

“When I say we’ll talk about it, both last night and just now, I meant it. I just… need a little more time, okay?”

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