Page 36 of Beach Bum Billion-Heiress
"You have far more control than I would have guessed. Very interesting." His lips were lower now, brushing against my soft skin, literally touching where I needed him, but without enough pressure to finish the job.
Before I could beg again, his tongue darted out and swiped quickly, my hips jumping in response.
"Two," Jax informed me.
"Motherfucker..." I grumbled, jaw clenched tight.
My body was shaking, the trembling starting in my legs and moving to every part of me. The anticipation was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Hell, at this point, a mosquito could land on my pinkie finger and I'd orgasm.
In one quick motion, Jax scooped his hands under my hips and pulled me up so that my body met his face. And then he attacked me with his mouth. I was stunned into total submission, my mind still screaming at me to stay perfectly still even as he manhandled me in his rough, delicious way.
Tongue, lips, teeth, they all got in on the action, wrenching breathy screams from my throat. My body finally gave up the fight, too overcome by the fire lighting up my veins. My arms slammed down on either side of me and my fingers clenched, trying to find purchase on the shifting blankets below me. I didn't give a damn about our little game now, nor did he, since he didn't come up for air to call out my transgressions.
It took all of five seconds for my orgasm to come screaming up my body and out my mouth. Head thrashing, body trembling, eyes squeezed shut, I told the entire forest about the earth shattering explosion rippling through this tent. My muscles finally locked up, having spent all of their energy on remaining perfectly still under torturous conditions.
By the time I quieted down and felt sensation returning to my limbs, Jax had placed my body back down on the blankets and kissed his way back up to watch my eyelids flutter open again.
I smiled at him, the type of smile that's smug and sated, like after inhaling a huge meal when you'd been starving.
"You're up to at least three by now." His voice was serious, but his eyes crinkled in the corners, the way they always did right before he full out laughed.
"You can do whatever you want to me if it ends like that." I was nearly purring with satisfaction, willing to promise anything in my current state of mind, still floating on a cloud of post-orgasmic bliss. Good thing I wasn't still trying to buy his building from him. I would have lost now that he knew my weakness: silly sex games followed by outstanding orgasms in the middle of the woods.
His eyelids lowered and he leaned in even closer to whisper in my ear, "I'll collect those at a later date. Who knows? Maybe you'll tally up a few more."
The thought gave me a chill, my body shivering despite the heat from our bodies filling up the small tent. Then it was his scratchy beard moving down my neck to my breasts causing my shivers. I liked where things were going, this little camping sexcapade getaway, and I let him hold me down and have his way with me till late in the night when we both finally passed out.
* * *
The next morning, I woke to an empty tent and a chill in the air. I poked my head out of the sleeping bag to see that Jax had woken before me and stepped outside. I rummaged around in the blankets to find one of his t-shirts, putting it on, stretching and yawning, feeling deliciously sore from our tent gymnastics. My hair was a tangled mess so I put it up in a messy bun on top of my head.
I unzipped the tent flap, then crept out, realizing quickly I would need shoes when my feet encountered the rough ground, so back in I went to find the boots I'd brought with me. I climbed out, sure I looked a mess: hair in a rat's nest, naked except for big boots and Jax' oversized shirt. Before my first cup of coffee though, I couldn't find the energy to care.
Plus, I had to pee something fierce and I didn't recall seeing any little girl's rooms in the area last night. Back in the tent once more, I grabbed a packet of travel tissues from my backpack, congratulating myself on remembering to bring appropriate toiletries. As I left the tent yet again, I snagged my hair on the zipper and had to wrestle with it for a few long minutes before it let me go. Who knew tents could be so dangerous?
"Wishing you were in a fancy hotel room yet, heiress?"
Jax' drawl from across the fire pit scared the bejeezus out of me. I nearly dropped my packet of tissues in the fire pit.
In all my traipsing in and out of the tent so far this morning, I hadn't see him sitting there, still as a tree, a travel mug cupped in his hands. He looked delicious, another flannel shirt complimenting his dark beard and the panoramic view of pine trees behind him.
"Nowhere I'd rather be, lifeguard." I smirked before spinning around to find a private bush to relieve myself behind. I didn't embarrass easy, but the thought of my repeated not-so-graceful exit and re-entry of the tent without any underwear on while Jax just sat and watched the show, made me feel like finding a hole and hiding. My gynecologist probably hadn't even seen as much of me as Jax just did.
"That ass looks good in my shirt!" he called after me, making me blush harder. Growing up my father taught me to show no weakness when cornered. So I reached back and flipped up the bottom of his shirt, letting him get an unobstructed view of my fine ass while I picked my way through the woods. And really, a body wasn't something to be embarrassed about, or to hide away. It was just a shell that covered who we really were. If he wanted to stare at my booty and do naughty things to my body, I was happy to let him.
Once I'd taken care of business, Jax shared his coffee with me, made me breakfast, and then waited patiently while I got dressed and attempted to brush out my hair. Then we went on a flat hike around a portion of the lake, the views so beautiful I had to constantly stop and take pictures on my old Nikon.
If this restaurant thing didn't work out, maybe I could do something with photography. I loved capturing beauty from behind the lens. I could focus on the tiniest of things, the everyday things that were overlooked, and bring them into focus, highlighting them and showing off their beauty.
Jax was the perfect gentleman, helping me over logs, waiting for me to take pictures, even pointing out things he thought I'd like to stop and see. He told me about the area and we discussed local conservation efforts. He held my hand or touched my back or pushed the hair out of my face. His constant touching was sweet, and though normally I'd be irritated with someone that close to me all day long, with him, I couldn't get enough of his attention. I could feel him watching me the whole time, his gaze heavy, like a constant buzz of attention running in the background. I craved his touch, his thoughts on subjects, his smile, his gaze.
"So, Mr. Stern. I've told you a lot about myself. Maybe even some things you didn't want to know. Now it's your turn. Tell me about the girls you've dated."
We were sitting on a large flat rock, the lake at our feet, the sun high in the sky. Jax handed me an apple, taking one for himself and taking a big bite before turning to me and answering my question.
"There's really only been one woman." He didn't look happy about this turn in the conversation.
"Ahh...sounds serious." I bumped his shoulder, trying to keep it light.
