Page 83 of Game Changer
What if it’s not good for Jax?His oral skills are amazing.His fingers are as talented as his tongue.And his cock…oh my God…
I press my lips to the tender skin of his lower belly, just above the dark curls at his groin.They’re trim and tidy and that’s freakin’ hot.I shift lower on the bed between his legs and he parts them obligingly.Then I kiss the neat hair, pausing to breathe in his musky male scent.It’s so good…
He groans and his hand slides into my hair.“Molly…”
“Is this okay?”I peer up at him, my mouth a breath away from his straining cock.
“Fuck, yeah.I’m dying.”
Oh good.I’m still wounded from Steve’s comments about my BJ skills, and anxious about doing it wrong.Even though I really, really want to do it… I lick my lips, still hesitating, and Jax’s fingers tighten in my hair.Not in a gross “do this” way, but in a way that tells me he’s desperate and eager.He wants this.It encourages me.
I throw my worries out the window and go to town.I want this to be good for Jax, but I want to enjoy it too.I take my time, because I’m savoring it, although it might be torturous to Jax.But maybe that will make it better.I lick him all over, up and down and around, letting my tongue learn his unique shape and taste and texture.I look up at his face from time to time as I leisurely explore, reveling in his taut expression, his beautiful lips parted, his cheekbones flushed.I kiss and lick the place where his thigh joins his hip, one side, then the other, even nipping at the corded tendon of his thigh.
“Christ, Molly.”Now both hands are threaded into my hair, gentle on my head but compelling.
I smile.He wants this.
I want this too.So much.I want to show my appreciation for how good he makes me feel.I want to make him feel just as good.Better than good.I want to blow his mind.Ha.
I open my mouth and close my lips around the head of his cock while I curl my fingers around the base.He’s wet and slippery and my lips slide over firm flesh.He tastes delicious and feels incredible—thick, ridged, pulsing with desire.I take him deeper into my mouth, relaxing my throat.He’s big, so I’m not going to be able to take all of him, but I use my hand in concert with my lips.I swirl my tongue, I hum, I swallow when he hits the back of my throat.
“Jesus!”he gasps hoarsely.
Pleasure pours through me because I’m giving him pleasure.It’s so hot, so erotic.His hips are lifting like he wants to fuck my mouth and that makes my pussy wet, my inner muscles squeezing.
Teasing him, I lift my mouth off him and smile up at him, kissing the tip of his cock.
“Molly.”He groans, his fingers tightening in my hair.“Jesus, I’m close.”
“Good.”I go back down, bobbing my head, my lips a tight, wet ring around him.
His hips elevate again, following my rhythm, guttural noises failing from his mouth.I’m buzzing with arousal, heat rushing through my veins, my pussy hot and wet.It’s such a turn-on that I’m making him feel these things.Then he shouts, his fingers on my scalp, his abs and thighs tightening.“Molly…”
He’s warning me, I know he is, which is thoughtful and considerate, but I want all of him, so I keep sucking, taking him deep, and he comes, hot liquid sliding down my throat.
“Holy fucking shit,” he gasps.
I slow the pace of my mouth until his body relaxes, then let him slide out.My hand still grips him, though and I hold him in place to gently lick him and sweep up every last drop.“Mmmm.”
“Fuck yeah.”He lets go of my head and reaches for me, doing an impressive ab crunch then lifting me right off the bed to pull me up on top of him.He wraps his arms around me and squeezes, finding my mouth with his, and I love that he’s not afraid to kiss me even though he just came there.
We kiss on and on, hot and eager and appreciative.
“That was fucking incredible,” Jax murmurs long moments later.
“Was it?”The words sound vulnerable and I immediately regret them.
“Yeah.”He strokes my hair, his other hand resting on my low back.“Oh hell yeah.I’m still seeing stars.”
“You’re not just saying that?”Oh my God, could I sound any more inadequate?
He goes very still.I don’t look at him.Then he rolls me under him.Propped on his elbows above me, he frames my face with his hands and stare into my eyes.“I’m not just saying that,” he growls.“Molly.You know I’m always honest.Right?”
Holding his gaze, I nod slowly.“I do.”
“I said it was incredible, and it was.”
I give another tiny nod, warmth spreading though my chest, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.“I really liked it.”
