Page 95 of A Little Crush
I shift my hips forward and do as I’m told, spreading them ever so slightly. His chest heaves in appreciation, and his fingers dig into my thigh before dancing along my skin, and disappearing beneath the hem of my dress. I’m not stupid. I knew I wouldn’t wake up the morning after he went down on me, suddenly immune to the way he makes me feel. But I figured I’d at least be a little more familiar with what to expect and how to react. I was wrong. Very wrong. Instead, I feel just as on edge and curious as before. It’s still so new. Still makes every touch feel like it’s the first time, even if it’sthe second. I think a not-so-small part of me knows I’ll feel the rush no matter how many times we play this game and explore each other. How many times we touch or kiss or feel. The realization is a scary thing, but I’m too turned on to analyze it.
With his knuckles, Jaxon brushes along my entrance.
A gasp escapes me.
“So fuckin’ sensitive.” He glances out the window, then shifts a little closer in his seat.
“Jax—”
“Love it when you say my name.” His lips bruise mine as he kisses me hard. But his fingers? His fingers maintain their gentle teasing until I’m restless and needy.
“Jax,” I repeat. It’s a plea. Not for him to stop, but for him to keep going. To touch me the way I know he can. And I know he hears it, too. The neediness in my voice.
His dark lashes flutter as he presses his forehead to mine. “You want my fingers, Beautiful?”
I nod. “Please.”
His hand cups my sex as I spread myself even more in the front seat, rotating my hips against him. Then, he dips his finger between my folds. Drawing a slow circle along my entrance, he pushes inside. With another quiet gasp, I dig my fingers into his forearm, unsure if I want to push him away or pull him closer.
“That’s it, Beautiful.” He adds a second finger, stretching me a little more.
It burns, but only a little. Or maybe I’m so distracted by the gentle pressure against my clit that the slight pain doesn’t even matter as I shift against his hand. I’m not sure, and honestly, I don’t care. I just want…more. More of this. Me and him and his hands and his mouth. Seriously, his mouth was the hottest thing ever. The things he can do to me with that thing are?—
“You should see yourself right now,” he murmurs. “The way your cheeks are flushed. The way I can almost hear your moans, though you’re too stubborn to let them loose.”
“We’re in public,” I remind him, though it comes out as a whimper.
He smirks and goes in for another kiss. “We could be surrounded by people, and I still wouldn’t stop.”
Why is that so hot? The idea of people watching what he does to me. How he makes me feel. Maybe it’s because I spent so much time watching him from afar. That I always wondered what it would be like to be the center of his attention. To know that others can look from the outside in, the same way I did for years, but no one… No. One. Can do what he does to me.
Please let the feeling be mutual.
“Jaxon.” I squeeze my eyes shut in an attempt to block out the world until there’s only me and him, even if it’s just for a little while.
“Don’t worry.” He circles my entrance, then presses his thumb against my clit. “The only person who gets to see you like this is me.Ever,” he growls as his fingers continue thrusting in and out of me.
And maybe it’s his words. The idea of him wanting to be the only person who ever sees me like this. The idea of him being the only person to ever make me feel this way. It’s enough to make me shatter into a million pieces, well aware he’s the only one who can make me feel this way. Act this way. Be this way. Wanton and careless. Reckless. Needy.
I can feel it. The need. With every sweep of his touch, it builds at my core, bringing me higher and higher until I squeeze my eyes shut even tighter and push into his hold, not giving a shit about what’s going on outside this car. Only the way he’s making me feel in this moment. Seen. Appreciated.
“That’s it, Beautiful. I can feel how tight you are. Howmuch you want this. My fingers inside of you.” He bends closer over the center console. “Want to know a secret? Just wait ‘til it’s my cock.”
Falling apart at his words, I come against his fingers as he swallows my moans with his mouth, kissing me with so much fervor I could come again if he keeps doing this. Sweat beads along my hairline, and my breath comes out in unsteady pants as I slowly force my eyes open, fighting against the embarrassment threatening to take hold.
I cannot believe we did that. In his freaking truck.
With a small smile, he pulls his fingers from between my thighs and brings them to his mouth. “Told you I could be nice.”
A laugh slips out of me before I can stop it. I playfully shove him back to his side of the truck. “You’re ridiculous.” My head hits the headrest again, and I sigh. “And also really good at that finger thing.”
His low chuckle is raspy and light, and I swear I can feel him looking at me, but I don’t open my eyes to check. I’m too busy basking in the afterglow of a seriously good orgasm.
“Mmm,” I hum. “You know, if I smoked, I’d say this is a perfect time to light up.” I peel my eyes open and roll my head toward him. “Isn’t that what they do in the movies? Either that or…” I hesitate, sneaking a peek at his groin area where a massive bulge is outlined. “Return the favor? Because I’m pretty sure I owe you two times now.”
He shifts forward in the seat, blocking my clear view of his arousal. “You don’t owe me anything.”
“Jax—”
