I laugh and look up at him, resting my chin on my hand on his chest. He cuts his eyes down at me and smiles. Fuck, he is so good looking. And mine. How the fuck is he mine?
“You like her, even if you won’t admit it.”
He blinks slowly, to hide his eye roll.
“It’s fine. You don’t have to say something for me to know it’s true.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I stop breathing for a second. I refuse to overthink what I just said. It’s the truth, even if I was talking about Lizzy at the moment, it still applied to what I think is really on his mind and I wanted to let him knowitwas ok without actually saying it specifically. To let him know I feel loved, even if he doesn’t say the words.
He kisses my forehead and looks back at the ceiling.
His cock has only gotten harder and is damn near pushing my leg up his chest, but he’s made no move to initiate sex or said anything along the lines of wanting to. Is he waiting for me to initiate? So many questions swimming around us!
I rub my hand across his chest, which should be a universal sign for let’s get our ba-doink-a-doink on.
“Are you ok with the party on Monday?” I ask.
“Do I have a choice?”
“You always have a choice.”
He chuckles. “If I say no, will Lizzy still show up? Will Emmett grill hamburgers? Will there be music and laughter?”
“You sound a little like the Grinch.”
He wraps his arm around me and pulls me completely on top of him. I can feel his cock at my entrance, through the very thin fabric of my thong.
“What did you say?” Fire blazes in his eyes. I guess he got my sign and decided to come to the open house.
HA! Come. So many meanings.
“I think you heard me.” I look up at him then move my hips a little, so I press harder onto his cock, which has to be bursting through the band of his boxers now.
Without saying a word, he pops us up, throwing the covers off and just stares at me, rubbing my hair back off my face. His teeth are scraping over his lip as he watches me. Again, there is something about his expression. It’s guarded.
“I think I need to teach your mouth a lesson,” he growls.
“Good luck. She’s had a mind of her own for years now. Gets me in the worst trouble.”
He’s speechless for a second. I know he’s trying to be his dark and delicious self, but I’m also a smart ass with a filter problem, so cracking jokes at the wrong time is sort of my M.O.
“You’re a dumbass.”
“Your dumbass.” I press my lips against his and push him back to the bed. He’s not going to be the one to lead tonight. I’m going to take charge.
I break off his lips and slide down his body, kissing along his pecs and each of his tattoos, as I work my way down. His cock is still restrained inside the band of his pants and I feel bad for him, being cooped up like that. I grab the edge of his boxers and slide them over the head of his cock, freeing the one-eyed monster who thumps against Jax’s stomach with glee.
My eyes greedily travel over his body, soaking in his beautiful, hard length. I love his fucking cock. Everything about it. The look, the feel, the taste. My mouth is salivating, just staring at it. When his boxers get a little lower down, Jax takes over, pulling his legs out and using his feet to push them the rest of the way down. I glide back up, rubbing my wet pussy over his cock and feel his hips buck up a bit, but he doesn’t take. Like it’s reflex, but he regains control and continues to wait.
When my fingers trace over one of the scars, his breath hitches, like he’s nervous or ashamed. “You’re so beautiful,” I mumble against his skin, before gently pressing my lips to his scar. His muscles relax a bit, so I move to another one, and then another one. I can’t help but wonder what they’re all from, or who they’re from. Was it an enemy? Did Jax kill them? A few are from bullets, but the majority appear to be knife wounds. I want to know everything about him, but I accept this may be something I never learn about. A secret in a box locked away.
“Are you going to get any more tattoos?” I ask, tracing each with my finger before kissing them.
“Yes,” the single word is short, guarded.
My lips kiss up the inside of his forearm, following the lines on his tattoo, before I move over to his chest, running my hands up his chiseled torso. His tattoos are another thing I want to learn about. Where did he get them? Why? Who? What do they all mean? Tattoos are very personal. Each design is significant. I want to know what Jax’s mean. Why he got them? When he got them? But he’d have to let down his guard first. I hope we get to a point where he can do that with me. I feel like we are getting closer with each passing day, but… there is something. Something that’s holding him back. Preventing him from tearing down his walls.
I continue to work my way down to his cock, running my tongue from tip to base, before I grab it and suck it in without warning or finesse. It hits the back of my throat and he lets out an appreciative grunt. His legs tense under me, widening to give me more access. I pull him out and lick up the underside and around the head, coating it with my saliva. His breath shudders a little, while his hands grip onto the sheets and the heels of his feet dig into the bed. I smile, loving the way he reacts to me, how they all do.
“Yesss,” he breathes out. “Your lips feel so good wrapped around me.”
