Page 100 of Cross the Line
The raw twist of my insides has me panting with every lash of his tongue over my skin to one side of my chest. When he swirls it around my nipple, I moan—so loud it ricochets around us.
“Shhh,” he breathes, pushing three fingers into my mouth to hold my tongue while his teeth rake the nub, then bite.
It hurts so damn good that my eyes roll to the back of my head. My cock throbs with a new kind of ache. “Fuuuck…”
Jayden curls his fingers in my mouth, cutting me off as he pulls off my nipple and soothes the sting he leaves behind with a long, languid lick before he moves to the other side of my chest and repeats. I’m gone, brain blistered by the scrape of his stubbled jaw as his fingers slip from my mouth and down my torso, smearing spit. His other hand hooks the waistband of my boxer briefs.
“Lift your ass, Sweetheart,” Jayden croaks in that deep, dry voice of his that is the fire to my gasoline.
We both know he could pull my underwear down with one strong tug, but this is his way of checking in—making sure we’re still on the same page. That I still want him.
And I do.
I need Jayden so fucking badly that my legs tremble when I do as he told me. I push up onto my hands when my legs don’t cooperate and liftmy hips, letting him tug my underwear around the curve of my ass before I perch back on the vanity.
Hazel eyes flicker up to mine, and even in the dim light, they’re bright and so alive that I’m transfixed when he lowers himself to his knees. The instant he yanks my underwear down my thighs, my erection springs free with a wet slap to my stomach.
“Fuck. JJ—” His hands grip my hips so tight I hiss at the sharp stab of his trimmed nails. “—just like that.”
In contrast to his ferocious eyes, his mouth presses to my knee tenderly, and as his thumbs drag down my hip bones, he licks up the grooves of my thigh muscles.
“I’ve waited so long for this,” Jayden says with a long, yearning sigh across my skin.
The graze of his stubble sends a shudder through me, a bolt of electricity that throbs all the way to the tip of my cock.
My hands shift to the edge of the stone slab, clenching when his stare finds mine. Watching him. Longing for more of him. Pining for every part of him.
“What are you doing to me?” The question tumbles from my mouth without warning when his hands roam down to the top of my thighs and he nips at the tender flesh on the inside.
A tender smile pulls at his pouty lips. “Worshiping you.”
I swallow at his remark, because yes, that’s what his touch and his kisses feel like—sweet fucking veneration. And I’m not worthy of it. Of him.
Jayden’s got this totally wrong. I should be the one on my knees, worshiping him. He is the better man. He’s everything.
I comb my fingers through his hair to his nape, and when I attempt to pull him back up to his feet, he blows a scalding breath across the length of my cock. As his mouth reaches the tip, he pokes his tongue past his lips and flicks it across my slit, tasting my precum with a hum.
“Fuck, that’s good… You taste so fucking good,” he says, brushing his bottom lip along the sensitive ridge.
“Holy shit,” I sputter, my hand tightening in his hair when he fists the base of my shaft. “You don’t?—”
Jayden spears the tip of his tongue into the slit of my crown. This time, when he hums, his hand squeezes my cock so tight my toes curl on the granite floor.
Smoldering eyes dance to mine, that brain-scrambling, dimpled grin of his hitching higher. “I don’t… What?”
“Mother…fuck,” I choke as he lifts up and wraps his pretty pink lips around the head of my cock.
Jayden’s hot, wet mouth sinks over me. His eyes never leave mine, and that connection alone is enough to end me. He’s not just swallowing my cock; he’s taking everything. Sucking me all the way into him.
“JJ…” My hand slides to his hollowed cheek as he sucks me deeper, his throat squeezing around my crown with his moan. “So… fuck… so… Jesus… so beautiful.”
Pulling up my shaft with his teeth scraping along my throbbing length, his hand grips my balls—squeezing and rolling, tugging until a new kind of pain blisters from his touch to all my extremities. It twists my insides so tight it takes all my willpower not to blow my load this second.
When he pops his mouth off me, his hand takes over the divine torture.
“Please… JJ…please.”
The rhythm of his hands changes; his grip on my length and balls tightens.
