Page 86 of Axe-ing for Trouble
I pushed him away and yanked on his waistband. “In that case.” I palmed his erection over the denim and gave it a squeeze. “I’ll be doing just that.”
With a wicked grin, he tore the jeans down. When he straightened, his cock strained against the tight fabric of his boxer briefs, the head peeking out of the top.
I licked my lips and placed a gentle kiss to the tip.
“Fuck, Trouble,” he gritted out.
Peering up at him from beneath my lashes, I smiled. “Quiet. I’m taking what I want.”
I yanked his boxer briefs down and gripped his length, then took him into my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around the tip. It was thick and hard and far too big for my mouth, not that I’d let that stop me.
With a lick to the underside, I inhaled deeply. Then I took him to the back of my throat. When my gag reflex kicked in, heat ignited in my belly.
He tangled his fingers in my hair, creating a charge that ran straight to my clit. Those hands. I wanted them all over me and inside me all the time.
But this wasn’t about me. It was about him. And showing him how much I wanted him.
His cock surged in my hand, getting impossibly harder, proving that I wasn’t the only one barely holding on.
Relaxing my jaw, I took him to the back of my throat again, using my hands to work his shaft as I found a rhythm.
Fingers twined in my hair, he was reduced to a series of grunts and gasps. Each noise inspired me to keep going, to wring every ounce of pleasure from him.
He stroked my cheek, and I looked up, only to find him fixated on me, his eyes hooded with lust. Never breaking eye contact, I stroked his cock with both my hands while circling the tip with my tongue.
“Fuck.” He tossed his head back, his body taut as a bowstring.
And then I was being lifted off the floor.
“Need to be inside you.” With a grunt, he stepped out of his pants. Then he dragged two fingers through my soaked core.
Dazed with lust, I didn’t have the wherewithal to help him as he shifted me toward the head of the bed. As he rolled on a condom, every muscle in his body was coiled with tension.
The sight had the heat in my core liquefying.
Ranging over me, careful to support his own weight, he lined himself up. Then, with a deep kiss, he pushed inside me.
I gasped, every part of me stretching to accommodate him.
“That’s it,” he purred. “Just breathe.”
With his mouth on mine again, he moved, and as he ghosted his lips over my jaw and to my neck, he set a slow, steady rhythm.
Eyes rolling back, I spread my legs wider, eager for all of him. This was bliss. It was perfect. It was right.
Each thrust was controlled and restrained. He was trying not to hurt me. And while the care he showed me only made my affection grow, in this moment, I needed more. I wanted him wild and frenzied.
“Jude,” I whispered, taking his face in my hands. “You don’t have to be careful. I won’t break.”
He rolled his hips, burying his face in my neck.
“Need to keep control,” he said.
“Please,” I begged, bucking up, seeking more friction. “You told me I could have anything I want. And I want you wild. I want you to fuck me like you need to. Give into it.”
Arms locked on either side of my head, he lifted up, his eyes widening behind his glasses. “Are you sure?”
I bit his bottom lip hard and nodded, gripping his ass and tugging him closer. “Yes.”
