Page 106 of A Little Crush
“Trust me,” Jax murmurs, interrupting my plans to smother him with my pussy as he reaches for the condom and rips the foil with his teeth, sliding the rubber onto his erection.
Interest piqued, I wait with bated breath. Because this is it. Me and him. Just like I always hoped.
Climbing on top of me, he leverages his weight to one side as his hand dips between our bodies, causing goosebumps along every inch of me. How? How is he so different? It doesn’t make sense, but I’m also so tired of questioning it. Why it’s always only ever beenhim. Lining himself with my entrance, he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit as I tangle my fingers in his hair so I can savor the closeness while also trying not to freak out over what’s about to happen. Because yeah, I’m definitely turned on, but I’m a little terrified, too.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promises.
His words are like a balm, and I stare up at him. The flecks of olive in his eyes. The five o’clock shadow along hisjaw. The adoration shining down on me. And suddenly, the fear evaporates. Because he’ll be gentle. He said so himself. So, what is there to fear?
“I know you will,” I whisper, and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my entire life.
This. This is why it’s always been Jax. Because when life gets scary. When life feels like it’s too much. He’s the one person I can count on. To put me first. To look out for me. To make me feel seen and heard and understood.
It’s always been him.
Achingly slow, Jaxon nudges the head of his erection against my entrance, driving me insane with every minor stretch before pulling out and playing with my clit. He does it again. Pushing himself another sliver deeper then retreating. He’s teasing me. Preparing me. And when I’m pretty sure I’m going to go crazy if he doesn’t make me come, he thrusts in fully, seating himself inside my body. And then it makes sense. Why he was prepping my body. Making sure I was wet and ready and needy and desperate. Because that? Yeah, that hurt like a bitch. And it doesn’t matter how turned on I am, the sharp burn is still enough to make my lungs freeze and my jaw drop.
“I know, Beautiful.” He kisses my cheeks and mouth. Every inch of my face while I try to catch my breath at the not-so-little intrusion ripping me in two. “I know.” Keeping most of his weight propped on his forearm, he waits for my body to adjust, barely moving a muscle until slowly, it doesn’t feel like I’m being ripped to shreds, and I can even wiggle my hips beneath him.
Yeah, it’s still tight, but the initial sting of his intrusion is gone. Now, all I feel is…full.
“Hey,” he rasps. Pushing my hair away from my forehead, he stares down at me, a question shining in his pretty eyes, though he doesn’t voice it aloud. Then again, he doesn’t needto. I know what he’s asking. What he wants to know. It only confirms my earlier conclusion.
It was always him.
“I’m okay,” I promise.
His brows furrow even more. “You sure?”
I nod. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay. You can move again.”
I can see his reservation. The wrinkled forehead. The twinge in his jaw. But he gives in, drawing circles against my clit with his hand still wedged between us as he slowly pulls out a few inches before gently pushing back inside. The same pleasurable pressure begins building where we’re connected, and I wrap my legs around his waist, meeting his thrusts instead of waiting for them like before. And when he picks up his pace, hitting a spot deep inside of me, I swear I can see stars.
“Yes,” I whimper. “Yes, yes, yes.”
Skin tight, body hot, clit pulsing, I reach the same edge I’ve teetered on all night. But instead of staying out of reach, I finally tumble over it and free fall. The world spins into oblivion as I come, squeezing him tight as wave after wave of toe-curling pleasure rolls from my core out to my limbs. He follows after, his cock jerking inside of me before the full weight of his body pins me to the mattress.
“Fuck, Rory,” he rasps against the shell of my ear. “You have no idea how good you feel. Like you’re made for me.”
And honestly? A not-so-small part of me is starting to wonder if I really am. Because if I’ve learned anything over the years? It’s that he sure as hell was made for me. Of that, I have zero doubt.
“Let me clean you up,” he decides. The mattress dips as he climbs off me, disposes of the condom, and retrieves a warm towel from the bathroom. Without a word, he starts to spread my legs so he can clean me up, but I swat him away and reach for the cloth.
“I can do it?—”
“I want to?—”
“Yeah, but they’re my lady bits.” I cross my legs and give him a shy look, hating the way heat floods my face at the prospect of him wiping me clean and seeing all I have going on down there now that our sex drives have settled down.
With a smirk, he folds his arms but keeps the warm, damp towel out of reach. “You’re really gonna come between me and my new favorite lady bits? We’re good friends. Washing them up is the least I can do to make them feel better.”
I quirk my brow, refusing to give in no matter how cute he is when he’s playful. “Seriously?”
“What? You don’t feel closer to my cock after sucking me off in the kitchen?” he challenges.
“Jaxon!” I squeal.
He kneels on the bed and cups both my thighs. “Let me take care of you.”
