Page 38 of Somewhere Only We Know
“I like you a whole lot, too.”
Leaning forward I press a kiss to her lips. Jax sighs as our lips touch and I bring my other hand up to cradle the side of her face. I let her lead and Jax leans into me, pushing me back on the bed and crawling over me. Her legs straddle my hips and my hands slide up her legs and rest on her waist.Jax’s tongue licks at my lower lip and I open, letting our tongues tangle. I push her hips down on my erection and I revel in the breathy whimper she lets out. She’s tentative to move her body and I assist her by moving her back and forth.
“Nate,” she whines as I roll my own hips up into her.
“Just relax, Bee. Do what feels good.”
“I want to try,” she starts and cuts herself off.
“Try what, Jax?” I ask and push her hair back.
“To pleasure you.”
In any other situation, I would tease her for the furrow in her brow. But this? I’ve been all about focusing on her pleasure, that I never worried about myself. Because it never was about me. But Jax wanting to do this for me is making my brain empty.
“Bee, you don’t need to.”
“I know.” She says and sits up, resting her full weight on my still hard erection. Because when the girl you’re utterly obsessed with says she wants to pleasure you, all blood heads south and thoughts fly out the door. And it’s clear she’s fully aware of the effect she has on me. “But I want to. Please, Nate. I want you to teach me how to make you feel good.”
“Fuck, Bee.” I throw my head back and groan before abruptly sitting up and taking her mouth in a bruising kiss. Jax yelps before I take advantage, pushing my tongue into her mouth and I’m weaving my hands through the spiral tresses. I break the kiss and trail a path down her jaw and to her neck. Nipping and soothing the sting with a kiss.
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes. But we’re gonna take this slow too.” I tell her and back her up on my lap. Jax’s arms rest on my shoulders andthe look on her face is one of surety. “Okay. Pull down my sweats and take out my cock.”
A blush covers her face as she looks at me before down to my pants. Jax’s hands go to the waistband of my pants and tugs them down. My dick springs and bobs against my stomach. I’d find it amusing by the look on her face if I wasn’t about to come from just a look.
I grab her hand in mine and bring it to my dick, wrapping her small hand around my length. “Grip it like this,” I say through clenched teeth.
Her touch is feather-light as she moves up and down. “It’s surprisingly soft.”
I’d laugh if a very important piece of me wasn’t in her hands. “What were you expecting? I ask and try to hold a simple conversation about the texture of my cock.
“I’m not sure,” she muses. “But I like it.”
“It likes you too.”
Jax’s touch gets firmer, the way I like it before she retreats and is back to the feather-light touches.
“Tighter,” I instruct and her hand stalls. “Don’t be afraid to grip it tighter.”
“Like this?” Jax asks as her hand strokes me harder.
“That’s it.” I say and drop my head back on a groan. My hands bunch into the sheets as Jax pumps me in her hand. My eyes roll back when she swirls her thumb over the tip of me, smearing the pre-cum that’s pooled at the top. “Fuck.”
“Is that okay?” Jax’s innocence shows through and it’s the biggest turn-on.
“Yes, J, this is perfect. Use my cum to help your strokes.” I breathe heavily through my nose as she does what I tell her.
“What else do I do?”
My head falls forward and I meet her eyes. “This is perfect, Bee.”
Jax uses my cum to ease her strokes. Fast and slow and every time she twists the tip of my dick with her hand my balls retreat.
“I’m gonna come, Jax.”
She keeps at it with her pace until I’m swearing her name. My cum shoots onto my stomach and all over her hand. And I groan as she continues to stroke me.
