Page 101 of Stick It
I meet each stroke of his tongue with a hungry one of my own as I settle onto his lap. Our moans entwine in a symphony of sound as I grind against him. I feel when he grows hard again, smirking into his kiss.
“Someone’s feeling cocky,” he teases, nipping at my lips.
“I’ve got a good reason to be.”
“Mmm.” He pulls me back in for another kiss, this one hungry and desperate.
I reach between us, pulling the fabric of my swimsuit aside.
“We don’t need to—” he begins, pushing me back enough to slow our pace. His gaze searches mine. “This isn’t about sex for me.”
“I know,” I assure him, stroking a finger down the side of his face. “Which is exactly why I want to.” I push back the strand of hair that is always falling into his eyes. “I trust you, Jax. I trust you with my body. I trust you to make me feel good.”
His hand is already skimming my thigh beneath the water, before sliding to cup my pussy. Stroking his fingers through my folds, he pushes two inside me while promising, “I’m going to make you feel so good, Menace.”
With that, the slow pace between us is obliterated. Our mouths crash together in a clash of teeth while he fucks me with his fingers, and I grind against his hard cock.
“Oh God, Jax,” I moan, arching my back and pushing my tits into his face. Frantic and hungry, he pulls at the strap of my swimsuit. Something tears, but neither of us gives a shit as my breast pops free and he wraps his lips around my nipple, sucking on the sensitive flesh. “Yes.”
Head thrown back, I chase my release as it creeps closer with every curl of Jax’s fingers, every swirl of his tongue, and press of his lips. He knows how to play my body perfectly.
He licks a path up my chest. “I’m right there, Jax,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
His fingers wrap around my throat, pulling me forward until our eyes connect. Grinding the heel of his palm against my clit, he wiggles a third finger inside me and growls, “Come for me, Menace.” I can’t look away from the sheer intensity brimming in his eyes. The passion, the lust, the affection. It holds me captive as I unravel before him, mouth parting on a cry as every muscle in my body contracts and pleasure explodes along my nerves.
“Fuck, Menace,” Jax groans, burying his face in my neck. He lines himself up at my entrance, and I clench in anticipation. “You need to tell me right now if you want me to stop?—”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Pulling him back by his hair, I hold him captive, staring him straight in the eye as I sink onto him.
“Ooh,” I moan as he groans.
“Dyl.” His voice is pulled thin, his entire body locked up tight. “Holy fuck.”
“Agreed.” I slowly lift onto my knees before lowering myself back down. We both sigh.
Leaning back, I rest my hands on his knees. I watch his face as I lift and lower myself onto his cock. The entire time, he stares, transfixed at where we connect. His hands slide up and down my thighs, and when he lifts his gaze, his palms follow, gliding over my hips and up my abdomen.
“You’re a fucking vision,” he murmurs, enraptured.
Dragging my other strap down my arm, he pulls on the stretchy fabric of my swimsuit until my other breast spills out, before cupping them in his hands, kneading and squeezing until I’m moaning and clenching around him.
“You look so fucking sexy getting yourself off on my cock. Do you feel good, Menace?”
His gaze lifts to mine. “So good.”
Plucking my nipple with rough fingers, his other hand fallsto where his cock is filling me, and he begins to rub circles around my clit.
“Oh God,” I whimper, my rhythm faltering. “Yes. Jax. Right there.”
His hand on my hip encourages my movements as he thrusts deeper, the two of us circling that peak. Water sloshes around us, the noise mixing with the sounds of our pleasure.
“Baby, I’m so close,” Jax rasps.
“Me too.”
“Fuck.” He hisses, taking over control as he grabs both my hips and holds me still while he thrusts up into me. He fucks me hard. Relentlessly, until I’m clamping down around him and my fingernails are scraping along his skin, and I can’t contain it any longer.
With one more thrust, he explodes inside of me. It triggers my own release, and I cry out as pleasure radiates through my body, leaving me boneless and panting in its wake.
