Page 80 of Coming In Hot
In one smooth movement, he closes the distance, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that’s slow, deliberate, and full of unspoken understanding. It’s not a rush; it’s a question—a dare, even.Are you ready for this?
When he pulls back, just slightly, his forehead rests against mine, his breath mingling with mine. “Guess I’m figuring it out,” he says, voice thick with meaning.
His honesty—his openness—he’s showing me parts of himself I’ve never seen before. It’s more than I ever expected from him, and I’m suddenly reminded of how little I knew about the layers beneath that tough exterior of his.
I brush my thumb lightly along his jaw, studying his face—those subtle, almost imperceptible shifts in his expression. “You know,” I start, my thumb moving slowly over his skin, “it’s not just the way you look or how you carry yourself... It’s the way youfeel—like there’s always more going on beneath the surface. You’ve got this quiet strength, Jax, the kind that doesn’t need to shout. People see the bravado, the tough guy act, but the truth is, you’re a hell of a lot more than that.”
His expression softens even more. His eyes flicker slightly, almost like he wasn’t expecting something so genuine, but that’s the thing about Jax—he hides it so well that it’s easy to miss just how much depth there is.
“You make it easy to forget,” I continue, voice steady, “how much you actually care. You don’t let people in, and maybe that’s because you’re afraid they won’t see the real you. But... I see you. All of you. And I think that’sfuckingincredible.”
The silence that follows feels full, heavy with unspoken things, but also comfortable. I feel like, for the first time, he’s letting me in, even just a little. I can tell he’s not used to hearing this, but his gaze softens as he looks at me, and I think—maybe—I’ve managed to crack the shell he’s worked so hard to build.
“You know,” I say, voice low, deliberately teasing, “I like this side of you, Jax. The one who doesn’t hide behind all the bullshit.” I work his jeans down his hips, smiling with satisfaction as they pool at his feet.
“I thought you liked the bullshit,” he says, his voice a little rougher, a little more breathless than usual.
I lean in, my lips brushing against his ear as I reply, “I likeyoubetter.”
Jax’s hand slides to the back of my neck, tugging me in for a kiss that’s slow, deliberate—almost like he’s finally giving in, letting me see all the parts of him he’s kept hidden. But right now, with the way he’s sucking on my tongue like he wishes it were my cock, I’m more interested in what’s hidden in his briefs.
They’re next to go, followed by my pants and underwear. Jax smirks at the slate blue bikini briefs I’m wearing. He hooks his finger beneath the band as he slides them down my thighs.
“Silk? Why am I not surprised? Only the finer things for you, huh?”
“Definitely,” I rasp, kicking out of them, “finer things, like you.”
I couldn’t care less how much I paid for the soft silk/nylon blend. I step over them and drag Jax closer.
“That’s cheesy as hell,” he chuckles.
“Romantic,” I correct, slipping into his mouth. When the kiss ends, I tug his arm. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”
I lead him down the hall toward my room, stroking my cock to keep it hard. My imagination races with all the ways I’d like to take him—against the wall with my hand around his throat, on his knees like a dog, on his back with his feet touching his ears—but we started something tonight, something real, and I’m not ready to let go of it yet.
Gently pushing him onto his back, I stand between his legs, still stroking. “Let me watch you, JJ. Touch yourself for me.”
The only reason I’m stalling is because I’m afraid that if I touch him, it’ll all be over. One simple move, and I’ll lose every bit of control I’ve been clinging to. I’m not a hearts and flowers and foreplay kinda guy, usually. This is new territory for me. I’ve never been the type for slow build-up or gentle moments—I’m usually more about directness, getting to the point. But with Jax… it feels different.
My body is practically humming with energy. “Stroke it, touch your balls.”
Jax’s eyes are hooded with lust. He trails his fingers down his hard shaft, tracing over every thick vein. He cups his balls and rolls them before tugging them away from his body. His thumb swipes away a bead of moisture seeping from his slit and he sucks it into his mouth, eyes locked on me to make sure I’m watching… like I could look away. Not a chance in hell.
“Touch me,” he pleads, sounding seconds away from outright begging.
“If I touch you, I’m not sure I’ll want to stop,” I admit, the truth coming out before I can stop myself.
“Then don’t stop,” he says simply—a challenge, an invitation, a promise.
Fuck. It’s going to be over before it even begins. Good thing we have all night.
Bending down, I suck his fat cockhead between my lips, taking him to the back of my throat and holding him there as his cock kicks like it's seizing. When I let him go, Jax breathed out in a sharp hiss, grabbing onto my shoulders to ground himself. I bathe his balls with my tongue, lapping at his smooth, firm sac until he’s panting and tugging at my hair. With great reluctance, I straighten up and grab a condom from my nightstand, rolling it over my dick as my eyes roam over his body, laid out and waiting.
“Turn over, JJ. Show me that ass.”
He rolls to his stomach, and I drizzle a stream of lube down his crease. I slide my fingers through the slippery trail, spreading it over his hole. Jax tenses, making his pucker clench, and the sight of it makes my cock drip. Dipping two fingers into his tight heat, I work my way inside his body, until he’s writhing and pushing his tight little ass out at me, begging for more.
Begging for my cock.
