Page 100 of Stick It
When his lips meet my skin, it knocks the air from my lungs. His tongue flicks out to catch the droplet, and I gasp, one hand coming to rest on his broad shoulder while the other slides into the soft, short strands of his hair. “Oh,” I moan, tilting my head to grant him access as he licks higher.
My blood heats with every stroke, every rough drag of his tongue over my sensitive skin. His tongue is nothing short of explosive. My grip on him tightens, fingernails digging into his scalp as though fearful he might retreat and leave me hungry for more. We’ve been dancing around this flame for so long now, and I’m sick of dampening it. I want to add gasoline to the fire and feel every singe, to burn as it blazes.
His hands slide up my sides, light and careful over my bruises. He skims the sides of my breasts, his touch teasing, before running his palms over my shoulders and up my neck. I sink lower in the water, spreading my legs as far as he’ll let me. It’s a blatant invitation, one I hope he will accept because I am fuckingdyingfor his touch where I need it most.
“Jax,” I murmur. A prayer. A plea.
Lifting his face to mine, our gazes clash before he captures my lips with his. This kiss is different. Slower, deeper. It’s a kiss that says everything words can’t. That I’m not broken. That he sees me. That he wants me, bruises and all.
That maybe, just maybe, I’m not as alone as I thought.
My hands slide down the front of his chest, fingers trailing over the ridges of his abdomen before slipping beneath the fabric of his trunks. I pull on the elastic, letting it snap back against his skin.
He leans back just enough to look me in the eye, arching a brow. “More,” I demand.
He huffs a chuckle. “You’re bruised,” he reminds me.
Holding his gaze, I play along the waistband of his trunks before grabbing a firm hold of the wet fabric. “With all due respect, I don’t give a fuck.” Then I yank them down his legs. His cock springs free, thick and engorged and begging to be sucked.
For a moment, I just stare at it, licking my lips.Oh yeah, this is exactly what I needed.
Reaching down, Jax wraps his hand around the base of his cock. Slowly, erotically, he pumps himself while I unashamedly drool. “This what you want?” he taunts, fisting himself as precum beads at his tip.
I nod.
“Are you planning to just stare at it, or are you going to deal with this problem you’ve created?”
Wetting my lips, I lean forward. Mouth parted, I flick my tongue over the smooth head of his cock. Saltiness sparks over the surface before I drag my lips down his shaft. I take as much of him as I can, moaning when I can’t physically fit any more of him in my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hisses, one hand sliding into my hair. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look right now?” I flick my gaze up to meet his, and he smirks. “Go on then, Little Menace. Show me just how dirty this mouth of yours can get.”
Challenge accepted.
Planting my feet on the bottom of the tub, I dig my fingernails into the tight globes of his ass, making him chuckle before it turns into a pained hiss when I hollow my cheeks and suck on all six inches of his erection that I can feasibly fit in my mouth.
“Shit, Menace. Fuck.” His hand tightens in my hair as I work him over, his hips shifting as he struggles to keep himselfstill. That’s not what I want, though. I want him to let go. To use me. To show me the dark, dominant side I know is hidden beneath that reserved facade he wears.
When he fails to give me what I want, I slap his ass. Hard.
He chuckles, the sound dark and intoxicating. Pulling on my hair, he purrs, “You want it rough, baby?”
My responding yes is in the form of my teeth scraping lightly over the sensitive skin of his dick.
His smirk is a filthy promise before he says, “Hold on.”
With my fingers digging into his hips, he thrusts forward. My air is cut off, tears gathering along my lash line as drool trickles down my chin.
“That’s it, Menace. You’re doing so good,” he praises, thrusting into my mouth. “So fucking tight. You feel so fucking good, baby. No idea how many times I’ve got myself off just thinking about these fucking lips wrapped around me.”
My nipples are rock hard, and I shift uncomfortably. I’m so turned on by him taking what he wants, by the dirty mouth on him.
“Am I coming down your throat or on your face, Menace?” His voice is strained, betraying how close he is. I tap my finger once against his hip.
“Filthy girl,” he praises, before burying himself in the back of my throat and unloading.
I swallow every drop of his cum as he strokes my hair and murmurs words of affection. Cleaning him up, I release him with a pop. He doesn’t give me a second before sliding his hands beneath my thighs and spinning us. I squeal in surprise, clinging to him with a death grip. Water sloshes as he drops down where I was just sitting and pulls me onto his lap.
Fingers pinching my chin, he pulls my face to his. His tongue sweeps into my mouth, and his moan is the hottest thing ever as he tastes himself.
