Page 74 of Rival
His head jerks back and notice his pupils have blown, a look of lust filling his gaze. “Are you?” It comes out as a low rumble and I realize what I’ve said.Howit sounded.
A nervous laugh bursts out of me. My eyes fall to my clothing, and I pluck at my shirt. “I meant my clothes,” I tease, then bite my lip and glance up at him.
Jaxon reaches past me and flips the heater on high, then rests his hands on my hips and tugs me further onto his lap so my legs are resting on either side of his thighs. Playing with the hem, he leans back and studies me.
“Would you let me take this off?” He punctuates his question by tugging hard on my shirt.
I answer by lifting my arms. It’s a struggle to get the clinging fabric off, but eventually I’m freed. In our rush to remove it, my hair band loosens and dripping strands tickle my skin, causing goosebumps to form up my arms.
Sitting in front of him like this feels right. I was nervous with Griffin, mainly because it was my first time, but also because we didn’t know each other as well. Mason always makes me nervous. His gruff demeanor sometimes has me wondering if I’m going to irritate him. That worry has begun to fade away the more time we’ve spent together, and he doesn’t lash out the way he did in the beginning.
Jaxon though. He’s my friend that I’ve spent time getting to know, and I’ve grown to have feelings for him. The first word that comes to mind when I think of him istrust.
I trust Jaxon more than I’ve trusted anyone before. The Danielsons have some of it as well, but considering I’ve told Jaxon so much more about me and my life, maybe Idon’tfully trust them. Most likely due to fear of being judged. This man has never judged or thought less of me, no matter what I’ve shared.
Lifting my eyes, I hope he sees how much he means to me, but I lean forward and lay my cheek against his. Closing my eyes,I ignore the water soaking into my skin from his shirt and seek out the warmth underneath.
He trails his lips over my neck and shoulder, tasting the fresh water off my skin. I arch my neck to give him better access, and he’s quick to take advantage.
Raking his hands up my back, he brings his mouth back to mine and something shifts in our kiss now. This one isn’t just sharing that first connection, it’s telling us we aren’t stopping.
When he nips at my lip, then slips his tongue inside again, I feel as if my whole body transforms into someone needy and desperate. My hands fly over him and the two of us work his shirt off while simultaneously unhooking my bra and slipping it off.
The moment both of us are bare from the waist up, we slide together, arms trying to draw the other one closer. Turning us sideways in the seat, he lays me on the bench and tugs my shoes off as I work my leggings and panties over my hips, past my thighs, only for Jaxon to jerk them the rest of the way off.
As soon as they’re gone, he presses his palms against the inside of my thighs, spreading me open to him. His chest is heaving and with only a quick flick of his eyes up to mine, he pushes me up the seat to give himself room and shoulders his way to my center.
The flat of his tongue slides through my folds and he groans loudly, the sound vibrating through my body. My hands fly up and clutch at the seat and dashboard, anything to brace myself as he consumes me.
“OhGod!Jax—” I moan loudly, his naming coming up short when he sucks my clit into his mouth and he taps his tongue against it. Every time he does it, my body jerks, and currents of pleasure race through me.
I’m practically crawling up the window, conflicted between pulling away or shoving my body harder against his mouth as he utterly destroys me.
With trembling muscles, I squeeze my thighs around him just as my orgasm works its way out of me. With another long swipe up my center, Jaxon removes his mouth, and I cry out in frustration.
Reaching for the glove box, he opens it and rustles around until his fingers emerge with a foil package tucked between them.
“Yes?” His plea is short and to the point, so I nod quickly and watch as he yanks the top of his jeans down, his length hard and pulsing.
Ripping open the condom wrapper with his teeth, he spits the corner to the floor, then rolls the condom down his shaft. The moment it’s in place, he lifts me from the bench and scoots to the middle, away from the steering wheel, and sets me back on top of him.
Our eyes lock when his blunt tip locks into place at my opening, then with parted mouths, he drives up, sheathing himself fully inside of me.
I fall against him, our mouths and teeth fumbling together as I shift my hips over him, shuddering at how amazing he feels. This connection is so much more than I ever expected and it’s exactly what I’d been hoping for.
There are no regrets about Griffin and Mason, but it wasn’t ever likethis. It’s more, and not just because it feels good. Feeling Jaxon surge inside of me and sharing his breath, I feel passion. Love even.
Cradling me in his arms, he holds me tightly as if he can’t bear for me to separate from him, and we move together quickly, his groans of pleasure knitting into my chest where I’ll keep it forever.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucks his thumb before lowering it to graze over my clit. My body lurches forward, wanting more, but he keeps his touch light, moving with my body as I rock against him.
“I need you to come for me, baby. I can’t—” His eyes squeeze shut tightly before he pleads with me. “I can’t hold out. You feel too good. Fuck, you’ve got me in a chokehold.”
The pressure on my clit increases and I drop my mouth to his shoulder, digging my teeth into his taut muscles, stretching his skin. My scream is muffled as I explode and he holds me in a bear hug as he drives himself over and over into me, fighting to push through my convulsing muscles.
I hang on, unable to do anything more than let him use my body as he shouts out his own release, slamming me down hard. His length is swelling and pumping deep inside of me, filling the condom with each pulse. A flicker of want ignites somewhere in a dark part of my mind and I find myself sad there’s a barrier separating us for this part.
Jaxon’s breathing is coming out in quick bursts, my body swaying with each one, and it feels as if I’m a part of him. Just as his arms tighten around me in a hug, a honk from behind jolts us and I wrench my body from his to fall into the seat and hide.
