JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,113
against me. The orgasm was rushing through me now, scrambling toward a climax I already knew was going to leave me gasping for breath. Jacob was an artist, though— I never came until he wanted it to happen. He knew exactly how to hold me back until I felt I might explode with need.
“Please,” I whimpered.
“You’re going to come so hard, Sasha.”
“I am. Please, Jacob, please,” I gasped, now clawing at his back, squeezing his torso so hard with my legs that I felt my muscles locking up.
Jacob’s hand slid down my back, wicking away the sweat forming there; he could cover nearly my entire ass with his palm. I thought this was all he meant to do, until suddenly, I felt his thumb pressed against that entrance. I gasped, tensed, but Jacob didn’t hesitate— I was soaked with pleasure and sweat, and his thumb slid into my ass—
I came. No, that was hardly the word for it— because Jacob had made me come plenty of times before. This time, though, with his cock so deep in me and his fingers prying at such a forbidden place, I came so hard that it felt like something in my chest might break. I cried out, long and wailing and needing, and my legs and arms went limp around him, but Jacob stayed in me, pumping, thrusting as I pulsed around him.
When I was drained and exhausted, he turned and released me gently onto the bed. Every nerve in my body felt lit up, but my brain seemed to be slow to connect— like the power of my orgasm had short circuited it. Jacob waited until my eyes blinked open, until I smiled up at him.
“Can you stand?” he asked.
“I think so,” I said faintly.
“Bend over the bed,” Jacob instructed. I nodded and, a little wobbly, got to my feet. I bent forward, and Jacob immediately pushed his cock against my clit, then let it least at my slit— down, along my pussy, up the back toward my ass. It lingered there for a moment.
“You’re still so tight,” Jacob said, pushing against me a little harder, the head of his cock threatening to enter my ass, aided by the wetness my pussy had provided. Jacob rubbed my ass cheek with a hand, squeezed it hard enough that I knew he was looking down at his cock teasing against my entrance.
“You liked having my finger in your ass, didn’t you?” Jacob said huskily.
“Yes,” I gasped as he pressed a little harder still. He wasn’t going to fuck my ass though, was he? I didn’t know anything about that, I didn’t know what it entailed, I didn’t know how it would feel, but I did know that I wanted him in me again— maybe anywhere in me.
Jacob leaned forward so his mouth was closer to my ear. “We’ll build up to that too, I promise,” he said lowly, then almost instantly changed position and charged into my pussy. I cried out in pleasure as he pumped into me, fucking me harder than he had before— harder than I would have been able to stand before.
I woke up in darkness. I’d stayed at Jacob’s often enough now to be instantly familiar with the smells, the sounds, the feel of expensive sheets beneath me. That familiarity is why I knew instantly that I’d woken up because Jacob was no longer in the bed beside me. I sat up and saw that the bathroom light was on, the door opened a tiny crack, spilling yellow light in a stripe across the floor.
I couldn’t see directly into the bathroom from this angle, but I could see a reflection in the window. Jacob was standing in front of the sink, staring at his bare chest. He lifted his right arm, put it down again. Repeat, rotate, put it down again. His bad arm— he was doing the PT exercises. Lift, rotate, down—
He flinched. I froze, even though he surely had no idea I was watching. Jacob calmly lowered his arm. Lift, rotate, down. Lift, rotate, down. I stared at Jacob’s face, waiting for another flinch, trying to figure out how the exercise only seemed to aggravate his shoulder one out of every ten rotations.
Then I realized: He wasn’t doing his PT moves. He was trying to master his face— his expressions. He was trying to get rid of the flinch itself rather than the pain. I watched him go about it for nearly a half hour, until his face