“Jax,” she moans out my name. “I want to…” she pants out in heady breaths. “Top. I want to top you.”
Something tugs at my heart and my stomach. Damn her.
She takes control, not waiting for an answer, and pulls me on top of her, then rolls us over. I could have stopped her, because her strength is no match for me, but I don’t. I want her to top me. I want her to ride me, so I can watch her perfect breast bounce, and see every eye roll as need and pleasure consume her.
With her legs spread on either side of me, she sinks further onto my shaft and her eyes nearly bulge out of her head as my knot presses into her further.
“Oh, fuck me,” she whines, slow with her movements, like she’s analyzing the feel of my knot inside of her. Where it feels the best. Where it doesn’t.
She takes a minute before she grinds her hips into me. My left hand travels up to grab her breast, as I let her explore my knot, while my other hand finds her clit. It only takes two circles, and she’s moaning my name.
“Fuck, Jax.” She’s rocking faster now, riding my cock as my finger presses against her clit. A second later, she screams out as her head falls back. A soft glow dances around her body and I fucking lose control.
Her pussy has a strangle on my cock and I explode inside of her, raising to sit, wrapping my arms around her back and swallowing her moans. I’ve never felt something so intense before.
She keeps moving and grinding while her pussy pulses around my cock, and I come inside of her.
“Everlee,” I whisper, brushing her hair off her face. “Did I hurt you?”
“Jax,” she whimpers. “No. I… liked it. Like it. I want… more.”
“More?” I can’t help but chuckle.
“You’re a vixen, aren’t you?”
She shrugs, nibbling on her bottom lip.
“Oh, little fae. Don’t do that,” I say, rubbing my thumb over her lip, pulling it from her teeth.
We stare at each other without speaking as I slowly rock my hips into her. Watching her micro expressions, the way her lip trembles with each thrust or the way her eyes flutter.
“Jax,” she whispers my name as pleasure trickles through her.
“Damn, Everlee.” Running my hands down her chest, I hold her hips tight as she rocks into me slowly. “Goddess, I want to fuck you.”
Her eyes snap to mine, full of clarity and understanding. “It was you.”
“What?” I pause.
“That one time in the library when I was with Callum. You said those same words. Well, thought those words. I heard you.”
“Did I?” I ask coyly as I lay back and clasp my hands together, placing them under my head. She smiles at me and continues to rock, so I savor the feel of her hot, wet pussy wrapped tight around me.
“Come for me, little fae.”
She rocks faster and faster, as much as she can, with my knot still pressing just inside of her entrance. It’s almost too much to take. Her. Her pussy. The sounds she makes.
Twenty minutes and two orgasms later, she is laying on top of me, sweat covering both of us. Through all the groans and wet slaps, we both somehow missed the door opening and closing.
“Told you that you wanted to fuck her,” Emmett says from behind us, arms crossed.
“Fuck off,” I chuckle and throw the closest thing to me at him.
“Called it,” Knox says from beside him.
Everlee lifts her chest off mine and looks at them laughing, then collapses back down.
“Fuck, Jax. What did you do to her?” Callum laughs with a modicum of concern.
