Page 127 of Just Friends
I leaned closer, the animal heat of his cock warm against my cheeks. The comforting almond scent of his flesh filled my senses, making my insides twist with craving. There was nowhere else I wanted to be more than right here. I stuck out my tongue and ran it up and down the sides of his pulsing shaft, indulging in the warm saltiness of his male essence.
Jax cooed with delight. “Yes.”
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered.
“Love it,” he rumbled. But my tongue tease eventually made him impatient, and soon his hips began thrusting, eager for my mouth. “Pipes, please, I want to see your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.”
“You will,” I said, staring up at him, my fist slowly pumping on his rock-hard length. “But only if you promise to fuck me after I make you come.”
“God, yes,” he grunted. “I promise.”
Realizing he wouldn’t be needing them any time soon, he threw his swimming trunks down his legs and kicked them across the room.
I grinned. “Good boy.”
I locked my lips tight around his head and slid him between my cheeks.
“Oh, yeah,” he groaned as my head bobbed on his length. “You’re so good at that.”
His thick size made my eyes water and gag, but I loved every second of it—his manly grunts and groans of ecstasy made it all worth it. I wanted to give Jax a blowjob like no girl ever had. I was determined toconquerhis big dick.
I slurped and sucked him harder, deeper, sloppier, choking and gagging on his massive cock. But once I’d come up and filled my empty lungs with air, the only thing in the world I wanted was him stuffed right back into my throat.
Jax grabbed hold of my ponytail and held on, grunting and groaning as I throated him deeper, harder, faster. His cock grew impossibly firm in my throat, and his hips began to quake, and I knew he was close.
“Ungh!” he roared, tossing his head to the ceiling, “I’m coming!”
I jumped off the bed and dropped to my knees. With one creamy blast after another, Jax painted my face with his seed. I daintily touched my tongue to the salty mess all around my mouth—I was covered in it. But oh, how I loved his sweet and salty taste …
“Wow, you made a mess out of me,” I said, a thrill racing in my heart.
Jax hoisted me off the floor and tossed me back onto the mattress. “Now it’s your turn to make a mess out of me.” He jumped onto the bed after me and spread my legs. Perched between my thighs, he stared up at me and smiled.
“What?” I asked.
“I love seeing my cum on your face,” he whispered in a naughty voice. His puffs of warm breath felt absolutely divine against my humid mound. “Makes me feel like you’re mine.”
“Iamyours,” I reassured him.
“Just what I wanted to hear,” he whispered.
He planted his full, juicy lips between my legs and french kissed my pussy. His tongue flicked back and forth, and I melted into a moaning, writhing heap of pleasure …
33
Jax
One week later.
Tied with the Nashville Fury, 1–1, the game went to overtime. The home-opening crowd was electric all night long, but the building really started rocking once Nashville took their first penalty of the night—with only a minute left in overtime, no less.
Coach called a thirty-second timeout to give his top offensive weapons a quick breather. We huddled closely around the bench, waiting for his instruction, while the crowd went nuts. The rowdy fans pumped their fists and stamped their feet to the beat of our powerplay song—a heavy, head-banging metal jam—that blared over the thundering arena speakers.
Coach stared up and down the bench, his jaw tense as he sized up his squad. Maybe the noise of the crowd made it impossible to speak—or maybe Coach just looked in our eyes and realized he didn’t have to say a single word to rally the troops. Because for us, this game waspersonal,a chance to redeem ourselves against the team that had eliminated us from the playoffs last year, and set the tone for the new season ahead.
“You know what to do,” was all he said when our thirty second timeout concluded. “First unit. You’re up.”
The first powerplay unit—Niko, Dane, Hathaway, Reavo and me—hopped over the boards and took the ice. Hathaway glided next to me to share some last minute strategy, having to yell directly into my ear in order to be heard over the roar of the crowd. “I’m gonna try to win the draw clean. If I win it, it’s coming to you. Be ready.”
