Page 16 of Jax
“Fucking hell, baby,” he growled. “Can’t keep my hands off you now that I’ve got you close.”
Knowing my secrets weren’t hidden from him must’ve emboldened me because I pressed his palm deeper against my hip and panted, “Then don’t.”
“You don’t even know what you’re asking for,” he rasped, eyes burning down into mine.
“Yes, I do,” I whispered, breathless with desire. “I’m asking for you, Jaxton.”
Heat flared in his gray eyes, then his hands were on my thighs, shoving my skirt higher, dragging me forward until the hard ridge of his jeans pressed right against my core. I couldn’t stop the moan that slipped free, or the way my hips rolled against him, begging without words.
The sound he made in response was lethal—like I’d snapped his last bit of control. His mouth claimed mine again, rough and relentless. My pulse roared in my ears as his hand slid between us, yanking at the thin barrier of my underwear. The snap of fabric breaking filled the room, and then his fingers were on me, sliding hard and sure through the slick heat that betrayed just how undone I already was.
“You’re drenched for me, baby.”
Without feeling an ounce of embarrassment, I clutched at his shoulders, my nails digging in. “Please?—”
For a heartbeat, the silence stretched. His gaze pinned me, as though he was searching for something in my expression. He must have found what he was looking for because he dropped to his knees in front of me, hiking my skirt even higher. “Gotta make sure you’re ready to take me.”
His hands ran up my inner thighs, nudging them wider. My bare, glistening pussy was exposed as he dipped a finger through my folds, covering it with my wetness before he circled my clit gently. I moaned, my body squirming under his touch, my hands reaching to grip his hair, anchoring myself.
“So fucking beautiful, and all mine.” He lowered his head, his breath hot against my inner thigh, and I gasped as his lips brushed the sensitive skin, kissing a slow, deliberate path toward my core.
When his tongue flicked out, tracing the seam of my folds, my hips buckled instinctively. “Jaxton, please.”
“Fuck, you’re so perfect,” he growled, his hands tightening on my thighs to hold me in place.
His tongue swept up my center, slow and teasing at first, then bolder, lapping at my slick heat. I cried out, my fingers tightening in his hair, pulling him closer as pleasure sparked through me. He focused on my clit, circling it with deliberate strokes, then sucking gently, each movement pushing me closer to the edge. My other hand gripped his shoulder, nails digging into the leather of his vest, the texture grounding me as my body arched into him.
“Jaxton, I’m so close.” My voice broke as the tension coiled tighter, overwhelming me.
He groaned against me, the vibration sending a jolt through my core, and he worked me harder, his tongue relentless, nibbling and sucking until I couldn’t hold back. My hands clutched his hair and shoulder, my body trembling as the orgasm crashed over me.
“Jaxton!” I screamed, my pussy pulsing under his mouth, waves of pleasure consuming me as he lapped at me, drawing out every shudder.
His eyes met mine, filled with need, as he ate me through my release. When I stopped shuddering, he lifted his head. “Fucking perfect, baby. Gonna need a lot more of that, but later. Now I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock while you come.”
Maybe if my mind hadn’t been in a sensual daze from my release, I would’ve thought to tell him that I was a virgin. But I was too lost in the moment when he shoved his jeans down just enough, fisting his thick length as he lined the head up with my entrance.
His mouth claimed mine in another deep kiss, and I tasted myself on his lips. I didn’t have the chance to tense up before he thrust inside me with one powerful stroke.
I cried out, the sound strangled, as my body stretched around him, my nails digging into his shoulders.
He ripped his mouth from mine and stilled, his gray eyes searching my face. “Forget to tell me something, baby?”
“Um, yeah…I’m a virgin.”
His forehead pressed against mine, jaw tight and breath ragged. “Wrong, youwereone, but now you’re mine.”
I gave a broken sob of pleasure as he drove into me again, harder this time. Each thrust rattled the table beneath me, the slap of skin against skin loud in the small office. I clung to him, every nerve ending consumed by the searing brand of him inside me.
His mouth claimed mine again, stealing my breath, swallowing every moan, every plea, until I couldn’t tell where I ended and he began.
It didn’t take long. The pressure built fast, overwhelming, my body gripping him tighter with every thrust. His hand slid up to fist in my hair, tugging my head back so he could see me fall apart for him.
“Jaxton—” I gasped his name, and that was it. Pleasure tore through me like lightning, blinding and hot, and I broke against him with a cry.
He followed a heartbeat later, hips grinding deep as he emptied himself inside me with a guttural growl. His arms locked around me, holding me against him while his body shuddered, refusing to let me go.
The only sound in the small space was our uneven breaths. Jaxton’s body stayed locked with mine, buried deep like he couldn’t let me go. His stare never wavered, and the weight of itpinned me as firmly as his hands had. “Fucking hell, Lark. Never felt anything like that before.”
