Page 103 of A Little Crush
“I know,” he mutters, somehow looking even more tortured than when I first arrived as he stares up at the ceiling like he can’t even look at me. “I fucking know, okay?”
Hades boops my cheek with his wet nose, and I shove him away, too distracted by my conversation with Jaxon to give him any attention. “Hades, go lay down,” I order. With a huff, he leaves my side and curls up by the couch. Satisfied he won’t get in the way, I roll back on my haunches, the fight slipping out of me as I watch Jax struggle. I could offer him a free pass. Could get back on my chair and eat dinner like a good girl. And I would’ve, too. The Rory from a few weeks ago would’ve had no issue giving in and letting this go. But me? Well, call me a sucker, but I feel like I deserve more. I deserve a man who isn’t going to let his respect for his boss affect his relationship with the woman he’s seeing, even if the two are related.
“I know neither of our families has anything to do with this, okay?” He scrubs his hand over his face. “But I respect your dad, and if it was Poppy…”
“If it was Poppy, you’d want her to find someone who treated her well, right?”
He drops his hand to his lap. “Yeah.”
“And you’ve never treated me like anything other than gold.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, definitely.” I give him a reassuring smile. “And you can still treat me like gold, even if you let me make you come every once in a while.” My eyes trail along his chest, landing on the bulge hidden beneath his pants. “Besides, I have a feeling I’m going to like this part, too.”
His eyes flash, but he stays quiet, and I know I’m close toconvincing him this isn’t a terrible idea. In fact, it might just be a really good one.
“I like you, and I know you like me. You even said so yourself,” I remind him, holding his gaze. “How would it feel if all you wanted to do was make me feel good and I said no?”
The same twinge of his jaw appears, but he lets go of my hand over his buckle. Instead of going straight for the belt, I rise onto my knees and start on the top of his shirt, slowly unbuttoning it until his chest comes into view. I run my hands along his bare skin, taking in the slight dusting of hair, the ripple of muscles, and the tan still lingering from this summer. The man looks so incredible, my mouth waters, so I lean forward, kissing him softly.
“Mmm,” I hum against him.
Yeah, I’m going to like this a lot. This…access. This opportunity to finally lean into my curiosity of what it would be like to feel him. To touch him. To kiss him.Everywhere.Continuing south, I finally reach his pants and unlatch the buckle before undoing the top button. The sound of his zipper echoes in the otherwise silent room as I pull it down, revealing a very large bulge covered by black boxers. Peeking up at him again, I grasp the elastic band, and he lifts his hips, letting me pull them down until all I feel is skin beneath my fingertips. Curiosity and lust unfurl deep inside of me as I finally drag my attention from his dark eyes, down his chest, along the dappling of hair beneath his belly button, and finally, to his erection. It’s big. Bigger than I imagined. With a slight curve and a mushroom head, and…
Holy shit, I’m looking at Jaxon Thorne’s?—
“Rory,” Jaxon growls.
I lick my lips and shift on my knees, making space between his parted thighs.
He rasps, “If you don’t want?—”
“I’ve been dreaming about this for years, Jax.” I peer up at him through my lashes. “Don’t ruin it for me, okay?”
With a strained smile, he lifts his brows but doesn’t say anything else, leaving the ball, erballs, in my court. It’s scary. I’ve never done this before. It’s not like I know what I’m doing. And sure, I’ve seen a video here or there, but being up close and personal with the only dick I’ve ever actually imagined sucking? Yeah. Yeah, it’s a first, and I really don’t want to screw it up.
Hands shaking, I reach forward, gently grabbing the base before sliding my palm along his shaft and reaching the head. It jerks in my palm, followed by a low groan echoing from Jaxon.
My attention flicks back up to his face. “You’ll tell me if I do anything stupid or awkward or that you don’t like, right?”
He chuckles softly, his hands straining against his thighs as if fighting the urge to reach out and take control. “Pretty sure that’s impossible, but sure.”
“Promise?”
He nods, his lust somehow shifting to adoration as he runs his thumb along my cheekbone. “Promise, Beautiful.”
Beautiful.
There’s that term of endearment again.
Dipping closer to the beast a few inches from my face, I take a deep breath and try to come up with a game plan of some kind while accidentally blowing on the head.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
I peek up again.
“Good fuck,” he clarifies. “Torturous fuck, but good fuck. Keep going.”
