Page 115 of A Little Crush
Stepping inside, I tiptoe past a sleeping Poppy and go to close the bathroom door when it’s slapped open. My squeal of surprise catches in my throat before Jax holds his hand against my mouth, silencing me. With his opposite hand on my waist, he twists me around, pushing my spine against the door until every inch of me is caged in.
“Do you have any idea how jealous I am right now, Beautiful?” he growls. “Seeing him ask you out right in front of me?” He bends forward, crowding me and stealing my space as he breathes me in. “Fuck, I wanna kill him.”
“You shouldn’t have texted me,” I whisper.
“And you shouldn’t have gotten all flushed and turned on,” he argues.
“Well, you’ll have to forgive me for getting a little hot and bothered when the guy I’m sleeping with sends me a text saying he wants to fuck me.”
His hand locks on my waist, and he grinds against me. “Turn around.”
“What?”
He hikes up my sundress and cups my pussy through my soaked underwear before tearing them down my thighs. Once I’m bare from the waist down, he repeats. “Turn. Around.”
My breath hitches as I twist in the small space. He kicks out my feet, nudging them further apart like he doesn’t have a care in the world. Is he serious? Is he really doing this? Are we really doing this? I peek over my shoulder at him as his hand finds my shoulder, and he folds me in half. The familiar zip of pants echoes through our staggered breathing before the head of his cock nudges against my entrance. “Put your hand on the mirror,” he orders. As soon as I do, he thrusts into me, and I jolt forward, grateful for the leverage or else I would’ve hit my head on the glass.
A familiar burn takes my breath away as I stretch around him. Yup. There it is. Staying fully seated inside me, he nibbles the side of my neck, scraping his teeth against the sensitive flesh as he lets me adjust to him.
“This is mine,” he growls.
“Jax.”
“You are mine,” he grits out.
“Yes.” It’s nothing but a whimper but is the most true statement I’ve ever made. Of course, I’m his. I’ve always been his. And the fact that he’s finally owning me the way I’ve always craved is just the cherry on top of a supremely decadent sundae.
Sensing I’m ready for more, he pulls out, then pushes in again, keeping his pace slow but hard until my fingertips turn white against the mirror. This. This is what I crave. The glimpse of desperation. The need that somehow seems to match my own whenever we’re together. He’s so good at hiding it. At keeping it locked tight. Until moments like this. When it’s only me and him.
“Faster,” I beg. “Harder.”
He wraps his arm around me and plays with my clit, his fingers dipping a little lower to where we connect.
“You feel so fucking good, Beautiful,” he rasps. “So fucking good.”
“Keep going,” I moan.
I thrash against him as he pushes me higher and higher with every drag of his cock and brush of his fingers.
“Stay quiet,” he orders. “Not one fucking sound.”
His hand finds my mouth, keeping my moaning in check until sparks erupt and I see stars. My teeth dig into his flesh as I fall apart, coming around him, my body turning to stone before melting into a mess as he jerks inside of me.
Holy shit. Having sex on a plane was the last thing I expected when I boarded this flight. And in my dad’s freaking private bathroom? If he ever finds out, he’s going to kill me. It doesn’t matter how accepting and awesome and open-minded he is as a father. There are some lines that should never be crossed and this is one of them. But also…wow. I’ve never had a quickie before. Jaxon likes to take his time and leave me begging. But this? This is one for the books. That much, I know.
Slowly, he removes his hand from my mouth, and I lean against the basin, trying to catch my breath while also attempting to wrap my head around the situation. Did we really just do that? As his softening cock slips out of me, cumfollows, and my gaze snaps to his in the mirror because, uh, that’s new.
“You came inside me,” I murmur.
Shit.
We didn’t use a condom.
How did we not use a condom?
“Fuck,” he mutters. “I came inside you.”
“That’s what I just said!” I whisper-shout, trying not to panic. “You weren’t supposed to do that.”
