Page 86 of Undisputed Player
I cried out, hips bucking against him as I felt myself unraveling, losing control. The sensations were building into something inexplicable as I finally screamed, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me.
“Mmm, coming on my tongue like a good girl,” he moaned, licking me through every wave as I pulled on his hair, eyes squeezed shut.
But he didn’t stop.
Even as I trembled with aftershocks, his tongue continued its exploration, keeping me on that edge. His hands moved to grip my ass, spreading my cheeks wide, and I felt his thumb brush against my most forbidden place.
My grip on his hair tightened, and I tried to inch away. “Jax? What are?—”
“Shh,” he murmured against my sensitive clit, thumb pressing against the tight ring of muscle. “I’m just feeling you.”
I didn’t understand it all, but the focus in his movements, the drunken look in his eyes, it all felt like what I needed. What I… deserved?
My thoughts shattered when he grabbed me roughly, tugging my hips over his knelt form. I looked down to watch as he spread me open, and then his hot mouth was between my cheeks.
I gasped sharply, unwillingly sinking to the feeling of his strong, wet tongue licking me all over, probably making a sloppy mess of my back entrance.
He pushed his tongue into my hole and rubbed my clit with his fingers at the same time. I was levitating. It felt like being high—like the world was perfect and every thought melted away. I never imagined anything could feel so perfectly good and wrong.
He pulled away completely. “Your little ass is so warm,” he groaned, then dove back in, his tongue working me hungrily.
He did it again, drawing out completely, then sliding back in with his tongue. “And tight.”
He increased the pressure of his fingers on my too-sensitive clit, and I was building toward another peak, this one even more intense than the first.
"Come again," he commanded, his voice muffled against my flesh. "I want to feel you fall apart on my tongue again."
His tongue and lips drove me higher and higher until I was high with pleasure. When the second orgasm hit, my legs gave out completely.
Jax caught me, his strong arms supporting my weight around my waist as I trembled against him. Butstillhe didn't stop, his tongue lapping at me gently, cleaning up the evidence of my pleasure with soft, reverent strokes.
"So sweet," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to my inner thighs. "I could worship you like this forever."
Finally, he rose to his feet, his hands sliding up to cup my small breasts through the dress. His touch was gentle now, soothing, but I could feel the tension in his body and how he was holding himself back.
"You're mine,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. "So beautiful, so mine. You're everything I never knew I needed."
His thumbs brushed over my nipples through the silk, and even exhausted, I felt desire spark. This man had just given me the most intense pleasure of my life, and somehow I wanted more.
“That was amazing,” I whispered, looking up and gazing into Jax’s eyes. They were hungry, yes, but also seemed to hold a tenderness so profound my heart squeezed at the sight.
He was watching me like I were the goddess he prayed to every night.
I slid my hands up his chest, fingers fumbling with the buttons of his white dress shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. The fabric was expensive, smooth beneath my trembling hands as I worked each button free with growing urgency.
I needed to feel him as much as he felt me, I needed him to know I that even if I wasn’t sure, that Iunderstoodwhatever it was in his eyes, and I wanted more of it.
"I want to see you," I breathed against his throat, my voice hoarse from screaming his name. “Feel you.”
His hands covered mine, stilling my movements for just a moment. "You sure, princess? We don't have to?—"
"I'm sure." The words came out fierce and sure. "I want you, Jax. I want everything."
Darkness flashed in his eyes, pupils dilating until they were almost black. "Fucking hell,” he groaned, his large hands moving up to help me with the buttons, ripping the last few free in his haste. "You're going to be the death of me."
The shirt fell away, revealing the sun-kissed expanse of his chest. The snake tattoos coiled around his biceps and shoulders, and his abs glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. My hands traced the defined ridges of his muscles, marveling at how hard and warm he felt beneath my palms.
"You're beautiful," I whispered, pressing my lips to his collarbone, copying what he’d done for me.
