Page 30 of Only for Tonight
“The sweetest kiss,” I tell him as he looks up at me and I want to kick my own ass for saying it out loud. He stands in front of me.
“Challenge accepted.” He smirks at me as he nips my bottom lip and my hands go to the button of his jeans.
“Get on the bed,” he directs me, his hands moving around me to my bare ass as he squeezes both cheeks in his hands. “I’m not fucking rushing this.”
“Um,” I say when he lets go of me and I walk to his bed and crawl onto it, “what if I’m waiting for you like this?” I bend my arms on my elbows and arch my back, opening my legs, looking over my shoulder. “Would you rush if I was like this?”
“No.” He shakes his head as he gets rid of his jeans, leaving him in his T-shirt and boxers. My mouth waters as I see his cock outlined, but it doesn’t do it justice. “But I’m going to turn that ass red while I fuck you like that in round two.”
I don’t say anything because he reaches out and pulls my leg so I fall forward as he flips me to my back. My head falls on the pillow and he gets into the bed beside me. His hand is softly touching my stomach. “I can’t believe you’re here,” he says softly, his fingertips running over the bottom of my belly, making me shiver from head to toe, “and that you are having my baby.” He looks into my eyes before he bends his head. “Fuck,” he hisses out, taking a nipple into his mouth before moving up to kiss me. “I’ve thought about this moment for the last six weeks, having you here in my bed. Thought about you being here every single fucking night,” he admits, taking my mouth to stop me from saying anything. His hand moves to the side of my neck, and I have to say, I love when he does this. His tongue fights with mine as his hand moves from my neck down to my nipple. He rolls it between his thumb and forefinger before pinching it and then pulling it, making my hips thrust up.
“Jaxon,” I say his name breathlessly.
“Yeah, baby?” He kisses the side of my mouth, his hand grabbing my full C cup and squeezing it.
“Jaxon,” I say his name again.
“Love when you moan out my name,” he shares, moving his head toward my ear as he kisses it softly, his breath on my ear making me shiver. “Every single time for the last six weeks”—I try to focus on his words, but his hand is moving slowly down my chest and over my stomach to the hem of my lace panties—“with my cock in my hand.” He slides his hand in and his finger rolls over my clit. “I would close my eyes and hear you call out my name right before I came.” He slides one finger inside me, and I swear I come the second he moves his finger in and out of me. “Tell me, Ari”—the nickname makes me shiver—“how many times did you touch your pussy thinking about me?”
He pulls his finger out of me and I watch him bring it to his mouth as he sticks it between his lips and licks it clean. I sit up beside him, pushing him on his back. “Every single day,” I admit to him, his eyes going big as I move in between his legs, pulling up his shirt and kissing his stomach. “I had to buy more batteries,” I tell him. “Would fuck myself in my bed”—I move the shirt up, my tongue trailing the whole way—“thinking of you.” I move up, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting me on him. “Tried to fuck myself as hard as you fucked me but—” I move as he sits up and I reach to the side, pulling his T-shirt over his head. He pulls me to him, taking a nipple into his mouth. My hand goes to the back of his head as he moves from one to the other as I slowly move him to his back.
I move my lips from his, down his throat and to the middle of his chest. My eyes land on the script in the middle of his chest that says “Envy is my strength.” It sits across his chest, right under two praying hands surrounded by two roses. I kiss the middle of his chest. His hand goes to my hair as I make my way down to his cock.
“Would fuck myself thinking of this.” I lower the elastic of his boxers and his cock springs free. “Taking your cock into my mouth.” I lick from the base of his cock all the way up, before sucking the head into my mouth. “Imagining you fucking my face.” I move back down his shaft before pulling his boxers off of him and tossing them to the side. I grip his cock in my hand and moan, “So thick.” My fingers don’t touch as I lick the precum off his head. “Hmm,” I moan again as I take him to the back of my throat. He moves his hand into my hair, pushing it to the side so he can watch me take his cock.
“That’s it, baby,” he encourages as I take him deep into my mouth and his hips thrust up softly. “Get your throat ready for me.” I move my hand up and down his shaft. “I want to touch the back of your throat,” he states, pushing himself even deeper than I’ve ever taken him. There is no way I can take his whole cock in my mouth. He pushes it until I gag a little. “Watching you gag on my cock is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.” I look up and see his head off the pillow as he watches. “You want me to come down that throat?” he asks me and I nod. “Paint your mouth with my cum?” I nod my head even faster. “It’ll have to wait,” he says and he’s sitting up in a split second, his cock gone from my mouth. With his hands under my arms and I’m flipped to my back.
His hand moves to my panties as I hear them rip off me. “Oops, my bad,” he deadpans, the lace in his hands as he tosses them to the side and his mouth is on me. The wetness of his tongue slides into me. “Owe you a pair.” He positions himself on his knees. His cock, still wet from my mouth, is in his hand as he fists it.
“Hurry”—I move my legs back, opening myself up to him—“and fuck me.”
“Protection?” he questions and I snort.
“I’m already knocked up with your child.” He smirks. “I’ve never had sex without one.”
“Same,” he shares and I roll my eyes. “I’m not kidding with you, Ariella.” His voice is stern. “I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life.”
The declaration shocks me to my core, just another thing that I know we have to talk about. Everything with us feels like it’s being rushed, but I’ve missed him more than I knew I did, and after everything that went down with his ex, I need him. “Well, it’ll be a first for both of us. Now, can we get on with it?”
“My baby is needy,” he teases and all I can do is nod my head. My legs go to his hips as he moves his cock up and down my slit. “Watch me feed your pussy my cock,” he urges and it’s like I’m transfixed on it. He slides the head of his cock into me and I think both of us stop breathing. “Fuck,” he groans, giving me more and I feel him stretch me and I have to close my eyes, it’s so fucking good. “I thought fucking you before felt like heaven.” He moves his cock deeper into me. “I was wrong.” He wants to go slow but his hips thrust into me, closing the distance, the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room. “This”—he pulls out and then slams back into me—“is fucking heaven.”
“I need more,” I tell him.
“Tell me what you need,” he urges as he fucks me harder and harder. My hand moves up over my head toward the headboard.
“It’s so…” I try to find the words. “I don’t know why it’s so…” My nipples tighten and I move one hand to play with my nipple. “You’re so deep,” I tell him and he doesn’t stop. He puts his hands beside me as he slams into me over and over again. “I’m going to—” I can’t say anything else because his tongue is in my mouth as I come on his cock. Locking my ankles at his back, my nails dig into his ass cheeks.
“I need one more,” he hisses out, “so hurry up.”
“I just went,” I say breathlessly.
“I want another one,” he demands of me and I want to tell him no, but my body is already going to jump off the ledge. “Squeezing the shit out of my cock, baby,” he notes. “I’m almost there,” he grinds between clenched teeth. “Dripping down my balls, baby. Next time, I’m going to fuck you like this and I’m going to want you to swallow my cock so I can paint your mouth.” I don’t tell him that’s what I want also, because my eyes roll in the back of my head as I come like I’ve never come before. I feel it running down onto the bed, over and over I feel myself pulsing on his cock until he slams into me one more time and roars out my name.
He collapses on top of me, his face in my neck. My limp arms wrap him up for a second before he turns us to the side. “Jesus.” His face is still buried in my neck. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.” I smile.
“I think I wet the bed,” I tease him and he just tightens his hold on me.
“Don’t give a shit,” he declares and we just lie here, the two of us, until he slips out of me and gets off the bed. “Shower with me?” he asks, holding out his hand to me.
