Page 84 of Somewhere Only We Know
The elevator comes to a stop on our floor with a beep and we step out, walking as a pair to the door.
“You always know the right things to say. Are you sure you’re not a secret therapist?”
“No.” Jax says and dumps her things on the dresser-TV stand combo when we’re back in the room. “I just learned a lot from my sister and Emily.”
I pull up Spotify and put it on a mix with LEON as the main artist. “Do you see a therapist?” I ask and wrap my arms back around her waist and gently sway us to the music.
Jax wraps her hands around my upper arms, following my lead. “I did for a while. But then I chose talking on my podcast over seeking professional help. Kamryn actually suggested I restart my sessions on our way to Vegas, but I’m not as lost as I was last year.”
“I’ll talk to one if you talk with one,” I offer. “We can even do couples counseling. Not that I think we need it.”
“Like a sex therapist? Because I think Riley’s Mom is one.” Jax teases with a blinding smile.
My eyebrows fly to my hairline and I subtly sway us to the wall by the bathroom that’s facing the mirror. “Do you think we need one?”
“I can’t say I have a lot to complain about. However, I only have our one time together to go off of. So the jury is out on that.”
“Hmm.” I hum and pull her closer to me. I don’t miss the darkening of her eyes when she feels the hardness of my dick pressing against my zipper. “So if I do something like this we won’t need help?” I ask and trail kisses down her neck at the same time my hand travels up the side of her leg, heading towards her heat.
Jax’s gulp is audible when I brush my thumb over her panty-covered clit. “I might need more convincing.”
I lift my head and rest against her forehead. “You do, do you? Let’s see if this can convince you that we’re good in that department.”
I hook a finger on her underwear and slide a digit through her wet slit and up to her clit. Jax’s mouth falls slack as I tease her clit and move back down, sliding a finger inside of her. I swallow her moan with my mouth and drink down her gasps. My tongue follows the movement of my fingers. In and out. Twisting. Light flicks of my tongue against hers matching the shallow pumps of my finger inside her pussy. I add another finger and kiss her harder. Her hands grab at anything she can get her hands on the higher I drive her. I curl my fingers inside of her, rubbing the area that has her going breathless against me. My thumb rubs in tight circles tandem with my fingers curling inside of her. Jax’s hand tried to push me away as I feel her squeezing my fingers. I grab her hand and link our fingers, placing them above her head.
“Come on, baby. Come all over my hand.”
Her cries of pleasure vibrate in my mouth as she falls off the cliff I drove her to. Ripping my hand out from under her dress, I pick her up and carry her to the bed. She bounces in a flurry of fabric. Jax’s face is flushed and her lips are kiss-swollen. I didn’t let her ride out the rest of the orgasm so her legs are pressed together from the sensation.
I reach under her dress and tear the fabric off of her and toss the trashed fabric over my shoulder. Her wide eyes meet mine, but her retort is cut off when I drag her to the edge of the bed and kneel, putting her pussy in my face.
“My shoes,” Jax weakly says.
“They stay on.” I tell her and spread her legs wider. I’ll never get over her scent. I pull her closer until her legs fall over my shoulders and fuse my mouth to her opening. Jax’s cry of surprise by my tongue spearing her is an ego boost. Not that I need one. Her hands grip onto the tight curls on my head and her hips start moving with my tongue. “Eyes.” I demand.
Her honey brown eyes lock on mine and darken when I stiffen my tongue and flick it against her clit. Jax tugs her bottom lip between her teeth when I pull her clit into my mouth. The flush on her cheeks as I re-learn the sounds she makes is the soundtrack of dreams. I add a finger to her opening and Jax’s head falls back on a cry. I nibble at her clit and her head flies up. My eyebrows raise in a wordless demand to keep her eyes on me. Adding another finger, I curl and keep the suction on her clit.
“Nate, Nate, Nate,” she chants and I know she’s close. The point of her heels dig into my back and I wrap my arms around her thighs, pulling her closer.
I moan against her and she cries out as her secondorgasm slams into her. I work her through the wave. Kissing and petting as she slowly comes back down. Her body falls limp and I kiss the inside of her thigh and stand back up. My knees crack as I do and I wince but ignore it. Jax’s half-lidded gaze locks on mine and I suck my fingers into my mouth, cleaning off her juices. A light sheen of sweat has formed on her forehead and her chest heaves in heavy exhales.
“Still need convincing?” I ask, voice husky.
Jax whimpers and my cock twitches in my pants. “Yes.”
I unhook my belt and unbutton my pants faster than I ever have before. I toe off my shoes and pants and fling off my shirt. I take Jax’s hand and pull her up to help her get her dress off. Her hands rest on my waist as I pull the zipper down. The material loosens and Jax pulls her arms out of the arm holes. She’s still standing taller than normal with her heels on and her dress puddles to the floor with a light thud and I hold her hand to help her step out of the fabric. I bite down on my bottom lip when I realize she wasn’t wearing a bra the whole night and her eyes meet mine in a challenge. Shaking my head, I kneel back down and finally help her out of these death traps she calls heels. They bring her down to her natural height and I pick her up and toss her onto the bed.
I shuck off my boxers and crawl on the bed. Kissing up her body as I go.
“Hi.” She says and frames my face between her delicate hands. Jax’s leg hooks around my waist as I settle between her legs.
I fist my dick at the base and slide into her on one thrust. Jax moans my name as I settle deep inside of her. “Hi, Bee.”
“Come on, Natey. Prove to me that we don’t need a sex therapist,” Jax taunts.
“Your wish is my command.” I silence her with a kiss as my hips begin to move. I tease her with fast pumps of my hips to slow and long strokes. I dip my head down to take one of her nipples between my teeth. The action has her walls contracting around me and I groan against her. I release her with a pop and do the same to the other, relishing in the feel of her pulsing around me. Wanting to get deeper, I move one of her legs over my shoulder and Jax’s whimper as I hit a spot inside of her is almost my undoing. I put her other leg over my shoulder and am welcomed with her nails digging into my arms as the sound of skin slapping against skin and our arousal mixing together sounds through the room.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Jax cries as I feel the slight shaking in her legs.
