The Do-Over (The Rooftop Crew #5) - Piper Rayne Page 0,63
his shaft and pump at the same pace as I do with my mouth.
The hand that was on my chin slides down the front of my T-shirt until he takes my bare breast and his thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple. “It feels so good.”
He rocks into my mouth. I keep a loose enough grip to move up and down, but I know he likes it firm. I bob my head at the same pace as my hand, but it isn’t until I use my free hand to cup his balls that he loses all control.
“Let’s fuck, so you can get my cock inside you.”
I shake my head, continuing to take him in and out of my mouth. And then I do something I’ve only ever seen in porn—I open my mouth all the way until the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat.
His hips retract back as if the pleasure is too much to take, then he thrusts inside my mouth again as if he misses it.
“I’m coming,” he says.
His fingers grip my hair so tight the pain/pleasure mix only makes me want to continue, so I don’t stop. He pumps into me then stills, his eyes falling closed. I’ve never felt so powerful. That might sound crazy, but the fact I got him so hot and horny he could barely control himself is satisfying not just to him, but to me.
I swallow, and his hands loosen in my hair, his finger sliding down my jawline until he cups my chin and turns it up toward him. “That was amazing. Today I’m thankful for blowjobs from my hot girlfriend.”
I laugh and he bends down, claiming my lips as he slides me back on the bed. “Oh no, we don’t have that much time.”
He tears off my pajama shorts and throws them across the room, nestling between my legs. From the first lick, I give up the fight.
We leave for the shelter ten minutes late, but sometimes Santa has to make sure the missus is taken care of first.
We arrive at the shelter and Frankie ushers Knox through the back door. “Kamea, you can go through the front. Jolie and my mom are there. I have to get the big guy ready since he’s late.”
Frankie has that mom look only real moms can pull off. The one that makes even a cop twice her size wince.
“Good luck.” I give him two thumbs up.
Walking into the shelter area, I find Jax already there with Jolie and Sandy.
“What’s up? Better mood since last night?” Jax asks.
Sandy hugs me, and I put on an apron and wash my hands to help pass out candy canes to the guests. Our job is to get the kids excited about Santa’s arrival.
“I’m fine,” I say.
“Yeah? Were those screams last night all the insecurity toward Leilani being let out of you?”
I hate that Jax sees and knows everything. He probably pegged this would happen. “I’m not proud of my insecurities, okay?”
He twirls his finger, and I circle around for him to tie my apron in the back.
I add, “It’s embarrassing.”
“Yeah, needy girls are the worst.”
I turn back around when he’s done, and my shoulders sink. “Thanks for making me feel better.”
“I’m just saying, you’re going to have to get over it.” He shrugs.
“Yeah, I get it.”
I walk away from Jax, not into having this conversation with him. I already feel stupid and immature. He passes around coloring books, and Jolie follows him with crayons.
A few minutes later, Jax is back at my side. “I didn’t mean to make you feel bad. I get it. Do you think guys don’t have insecurities?”
I huff, rolling my eyes at him.
He holds up his hand. “We do. Swear it. We doubt ourselves. Guys just hide it better. Like last night, I probably would have punched Leilani.”
“I’m not a physical person.”
“Mommy says no hitting,” Jolie says from behind us. I forget too often that she’s always listening.
“If someone hits you first, you hit back,” Jax says.
I stop and circle around. “No, Jolie, you do not. You listen to your mommy.”
Jolie nods, but she’s kind of badass like her mom. I have a feeling she might hit first.
“It’s cool though, you gotta get that shit out,” Jax says. “Just don’t make it a habit.”
I pass out four candy canes to a family at one of the tables. “I don’t remember asking you for your opinion.”
He laughs. “Since when do I wait for people to ask?”