JAX (The Beckett Boys #2) - Olivia Chase Page 0,88
like I’d never known poured from my throat. My pussy tightened around Jacob’s cock, my fingers dug into his back, my hips bucked up against his groin. The orgasm came in heavy, crashing waves, and just as I thought it was over Jacob would shift slightly and it would regain speed, and I’d cry out again, again, again, heart racing, fists clenched, forcing my eyes to stay open so I could meet Jacob, so I could watch him watching me.
Finally, the feeling subsided. Jacob smiled and slowly withdrew his cock, letting it slap against my stomach, wet from my pussy.
“That was amazing,” I panted. I was sweaty, hair stuck to my face, pussy still quivering and tender.
“That was the first one,” Jacob said. Then he reached down and turned me over, easily pulling my body up so I was on my hands and knees. He rose up behind me, placed his hands on my ass, and eased me back toward him.
I whimpered as he entered me; he reached down for my shoulder and began to pump, pulling me to him over and over rather than pushing himself into me. When he let go of my shoulder, I continued to pumped back and forth, fucking myself on his cock, overwhelmed by how different yet how incredible it felt—
Then he reached around me and found my clit with his fingers. I screamed— truly screamed— with pleasure, and I heard Jacob groan my name at the sound. He rubbed faster, I drove my hips back harder, harder, I wanted him so deep in me—
I was going to come again, I realized, and the racing feeling shot through my veins. When the orgasm hit, I went limp, unable to continue thrusting against Jacob’s cock. He realized this immediately, though, and leaned over my body to fuck me harder, harder as I came underneath him, relishing his fingers on my clit, the way he pressed just hard enough to make me feel dangerously close to passing out.
When the orgasm subsided, I collapsed back onto the bed. I wanted to keep going, to get up and change positions again, but my limbs felt wavy and useless.
“That’s two,” Jacob said.
“I won’t be able to come again, not like that,” I said. “But I want you to—“
“Shh. Of course you will,” Jacob said. “We’ve got all night.”
“All night?” I said hopefully.
Jacob smiled and nodded, then leaned down and flicked my nipple with his tongue. “Now,” he said slowly, “I’m going to fuck you till I come. And then we’re going to do it all over again, though perhaps…” he slowed down, then lifted a finger to my lips. Without realizing what I was doing, I opened my mouth and sucked on it. How did I so easily know what to do with him? Jacob watched me for a moment, then finished his sentence. “…there’s some room for variation.”
“Anything,” I said around his finger.
“Oh, Sasha. That’s a dangerous thing to tell me,” Jacob answered huskily.
“Anything. I just want you in me,” I answered, and I meant it, I meant it more than I’d meant anything before, even though the words were strange and feverish.
Jacob grinned, pulled his finger from my mouth, then slid his cock back into me. This time he fucked me quick, with shallow, eager strokes that encouraged me to lift my hips from the bed. His eyes closed from the pleasure, which turned me on so much I found myself saying things I’d never even dreamed of saying aloud.
“Come in me,” I whispered. “Please.”
Jacob nodded stiffly— his cock was so hard now, thick and heavy inside me. “Tell me you’re mine,” he said, voice guttural and thick, and for once, there wasn’t his normal sly arrogance in the words— there was longing, there was want, there was need.
“I’m all yours, Jacob Everett,” I whispered.
Jacob groaned and thrust deep into me; I felt his cock pulsing, felt his come warming me, and I cried out along with him at the sensation. He grasped for my body, squeezed me tight to him, and the feeling of being his, of being possessed, of being safe in his broad arms made me arch my back, desperate to keep every inch of him inside me as he came.
He finally released me and rolled to one side, panting heavily. I smiled and wiped damp hair from my face. He turned his head to look at me.
“That’s one,” I said, then swung a leg over to climb atop him.