JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,39
wave upon wave of pleasure almost burning my skin alive. God, yes, God, he keeps licking my clit and doesn’t stop his fingers from thrusting until I sag back to the ground.
“That’s the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever seen—your face as you’re coming for me,” Jax says as he tugs off his shirt. He leans over me and takes my mouth in a kiss, and I can taste myself on him. “And now I’m going to fuck you, Brooklyn.”
“Yes,” I manage to say. I feel like every square inch of my body is awake and hypersensitive, crying out for his touch.
Jax strips naked, and I take the chance to really look him over. On his lower back, right above his right ass cheek, there’s a small tattoo of a carp, with a date scrawled underneath it. So he does have a tattoo, as I guessed…and I’m betting it’s probably a tribute to his father.
My heart does this funny little stutter in my chest. This man continues to surprise me. He likes to pretend he doesn’t care about anything, but he has a lot of passion and emotion in him. A lot of resonance.
Jax grabs a condom from his jeans and opens it, rolls it on. Drops that gorgeous body on top of me. I’m instantly warm again, and I wrap my legs around him. Another small wave of trepidation hits me. Am I ready for this?
“Hey.” He brushes the hair off my brow. Kisses me there. Looks me in the eyes. “We’ll go slow. I promise it’ll feel good for you.”
I nod. “Okay.”
His cock is hard and heavy between my thighs. When the tip nudges at my wet opening, I freeze up for just a moment. Then his mouth is on my neck, his other hand stroking my breast with leisurely caresses, and my body relaxes from his ministrations. The tension seeps away from my limbs.
He inserts just the tip first, letting me get adjusted to the pressure, inch by inch nudging his way in. His groan is so filled with pleasure that it makes me wetter. “Holy Jesus, you feel so good I’m afraid I’m not going to last long.”
Maybe I can finally make him come. I desperately want to please him. The thought of him spilling inside me makes me push past my fear, and I tell him, “I want you all the way in me.” Need it. Have to feel it.
Jax withdraws, and then he pushes deep and I feel a small surge of pain that makes me gasp. He takes my mouth in a kiss, moaning something against my lips that I can’t understand, then pulls out and thrusts in again. And it feels good. The pain fades away fast, replaced by intense pleasure.
Oh God, I totally get it now. Why sex is amazing.
Arousal spirals in my lower belly, shooting out everywhere. The way he’s hammering inside me makes me want it harder, deeper, faster. I grip his bare back, feeling his muscles flex as he rides me. His thrusting becomes irregular, and I wrap my legs around him, encouraging him.
When he reaches down to finger my clit while he fucks me, I give a strangled gasp of pleasure. Oh God, wow, yes, that makes my whole body surge again.
“You’re going to come one more time for me.” His voice is strained, his fingers frantic against my slickness. “Do it, Brooklyn. I need to feel you come around my cock, baby.”
My heart is in my throat, my whole body pulsating, and I reach up and take his mouth in a kiss. He gives my clit a small pinch, which sends me over the edge. I truly can’t fight back the loud shout that erupts from me as I squeeze him, quivering with the rush of my orgasm. Holy hell.
His hand moves from my clit to grip my lower back and tug me closer to his torso, and then just a few moments later he stiffens on top of me, staring right into my eyes, deeper, as though he’s seeing all of me. His mouth opens and he groans, and I feel him pulsing in my pussy as he comes. “Brooklyn, fuck, fuck…”
We’re both panting as our orgasms ebb. He rests his head against mine, our breaths furious, uneven. My body is blazing, and I don’t even feel the breeze anymore. After a moment, he withdraws, then grabs the blanket and wraps us like a burrito in the grass.
The sunshine flicks down on us, caressing my face.