Page 60 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
I looked behind us to the bathroom down the hall. Removing myself from his presence, I walked toward the bathroom. I tossed a look over my shoulder that had him following me. The second the door closed, he was on me, kissing me roughly as he fumbled with the button on my pants. He pushed them down and I kicked them off. I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.
His chest was covered in beautifully crafted tattoos. Chiseled abs stared back at me. His body was immaculate, hand crafted by God himself. Grabbing the hem of my shirt, he lifted it over my head, leaving me in nothing but my black lace bra and panty set. Reaching behind me, he unhooked the strapless bra and freed my breasts. My nipples were painfully erect at this point.
Dipping his head, he captured one between his soft lips, pulling a moan from me.
“J-Jaxson…”
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispered, picking me up and placing me on the counter.
Reaching between us, he pulled my panties aside and stroked my clit.
“So fucking wet already. Damn, Wynter.”
Stepping back, he reached into his pocket and grabbed his wallet, retrieving a condom from it. I watched as he pushed his sweats and boxers down. My mouth watered at the sight of his thick dick springing forward. Lazily, he stroked it before ripping the packet and rolling the condom on. Coming to me, he stood between my legs and kissed me nastily.
“Can you keep quiet?” he asked, lifting my legs into the crook of his arms.
“Y-yes,” I whispered as the head of his dick tickled my soaked entrance.
“Tell me, Ms. Driscoll,” he said, pushing in. “You like it sweet and slow, or hard and rough.”
“Just— shit! Just fuck me.”
My walls stretched to accommodate his girthy length. I gasped as he expertly filled me to the hilt.
“Fuck, Wynter!” He hissed. “You’re so tight.”
“It’s… mmm… it’s been a while.”
“Don’t worry. I’ma stretch you out.”
He fed me deep, slow strokes while staring into my eyes. I tried bracing myself, but he felt so good inside me that my fucking arms were shaking. I wrapped them around his neck and held on for dear life as he rolled his hips into me.
“Oooo… fuck… shit!” I gasped as my body submitted to him.
He chuckled. “You wanted the whole thing, right? Take it. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
My hand palmed the back of his head as I panted heavily in his ear. My nipples repeatedly brushed against the hard pecs of his chest, only adding to the fire ignited within me. This man had me wide open, buried deep in my walls. The way he was handling me was everything.
“Mmmm… don’t stop. Right there… fuck!”
Jaxson growled in my ear. “You feel so damn good, Wynter. So… fucking… good.”
He enunciated each word with a hard, deep stroke. Pulling back, I connected our lips once more. With one hand on the sink and the other wrapped around his neck, I thrusted my hips to meet his strokes. Our gazes locked and the looks passed between us was so intense that I could feel myself coming undone.
He smirked at me. “I know you feel it, baby,” he said, pinching my nipple. “I feel this pussy throbbing for me.”
“I’m gonna cum.” I gasped. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna fucking cum.”
His thrusts increased and his strokes became deeper. My head dropped and my back arched, giving him full access to my nipples. He didn’t hesitate to suck one between his lips and stroke my clit while he continued to fuck me. Pleasure was coming from so many different directions and I was on the brink of ecstasy. I gripped the back of his neck, allowing the feeling to take over me.
As the orgasm rippled through my body, I let out a series of staggered breaths and whimpers.
“J—Jaxson!” I said in a loud whisper.
He covered my mouth with his, swallowing the cries of pleasure that were sure to come. His dick jerked and I felt him release into the condom with a muffled grunt. He rested against me, both of us panting heavily. I caressed his back as he placed soft, feathery kisses to my face.
“I’m on yo’ ass now,” he declared, making me giggle.
