Page 92 of The Last Second Chance
His hands slid up to cup her already bare breasts and she lost her breath.
“God, yes,” he murmured, his lips moving over her hair and forehead. She shoved his pants down his legs until he was completely naked, bared to her.
“You ever think about becoming a model?” she teased breathlessly.
He tossed her down on the bed on her back. “Funny.” His fingers dipped into the waistband of her underwear and with a swift pull, they slid down her thighs. “Mmm.”
Jax’s approval drove her even closer to crazy. His long fingers skimmed over the curve of her hips and around to the backs of her thighs. He knelt between her legs, her heat seeking the fulfillment only he could offer her.
When he leaned over her, Joey let her knees fall open, welcoming him to her. He adjusted his hard-on so the smooth crown coasted over her slick folds. She gasped when the hot, smooth head teased her.
She could see his pulse in his neck as he leaned closer, his mouth nibbling at her lower lip. She bridged her hips, welcoming another teasing thrust over her growing wetness. He moved his hands to her shoulders and she accepted his weight as he changed the angle and skimmed his mouth down to take a nipple between his lips.
His tongue darted out and stroked the straining tip until it budded in his mouth. He closed over it and began to suck. Joey’s hips reflexively shot off of the mattress just as his cock parted her folds and slicked over her sensitive nub.
“Jax!” The contact at her breast and between her legs was enough to shove her into a fast, edgy orgasm.
“My God. I love how you respond to me,” Jax groaned. He switched to her other breast and replaced his erection with his fingers. He slid two of them inside her to catch the last tremors of her release.
Everything he did to her felt even better than the last touch, the last stroke. With his fingers inside her, Joey felt her orgasm spiral on and on. She lay rag-doll limp on the bed basking in the pleasure. But when his mouth released her breast and coasted lower she found her bones again.
“Uh-uh. It’s my turn,” she said, shoving him over and onto his side with her leg.
She reversed their position, pushing him down on his back and kneeling between his thighs. She lightly kissed and bit her way up the inside of his thigh toward her target and delighted at the tensing of his muscles.
He let her play, but she could tell from his tense muscles that he wouldn’t let it go on too long. She lowered her lips to the base of his shaft and pressed a soft kiss there on the hot, smooth skin stretched tight with desire.
His breath came out in a whoosh when she let her tongue dart out between her lips, forging a trail from base to crown.
Jax muttered something unintelligible and violent. Joey responded by taking him into her mouth with no preamble.
She could have sworn that he levitated right off the bed. His hands fisted on the comforter under them. Joey felt strength and restraint coiled in his body, muscles and energy begging for release. Still, he let her play and taste and stroke.
She gripped the base of his shaft and, on the next slide of her mouth, used her hand to stroke. Over and over again, her lips parted to take him to the back of her throat.
Having Jax helpless beneath her was thrilling. It made her feel powerful, strong, alive. Having him at her mercy was intoxicating.
He was fighting the pleasure so hard, she wasn’t surprised when he sat bolt upright and yanked her up his body. They rolled, tangled in bedding and each other, the urgency coursing through both of them like a drum beat. She needed him inside her more than she needed oxygen.
Their mouths met in a desperate collision of heat and need. Joey’s foot caught on one of the nightstands and she heard the heavy thump of something tumbling to the floor. She shoved Jax toward the middle of the bed to save other poor defenseless home décor from a similar fate.
They met in the center of the bed on their knees where Jax used her ponytail to gain leverage, tugging her head back. He trailed greedy kisses down her neck, teeth scraping skin. Her nails raked over Jax’s strong shoulders.
“I can’t wait anymore,” she whispered to him.
Jax spun her around to face the headboard and she sensed danger. He pressed against her back, hot skin, sinewy muscle holding her in place. “Are you okay like this?” he asked, brushing his lips gently against the nape of her neck.
Joey shivered and nodded. She was okay with whatever as long as the pace was fast and furious. As long as he was inside her and she was no longer aching.
“Sure?”
“Jax, stop stalling!”
She heard his husky laugh behind her and then his hands were closing her fingers around the iron bars of her headboard. “You’re gonna need to hang on.” His voice was gravelly and strained in her ear. Every nerve in her body was on high alert so that even his breath against her earlobe had her shaking with anticipation.
God, yes.
He forced her legs a little wider with his knee and she barely managed to stifle a gasp when she felt him against her. The smooth head of his cock probed with the lightest pressure against her primed center. His hands closed over hers again and in one sure thrust he was sheathed inside her.
