As if my body was waiting for his reassurance, I succumb to the blinding pleasure, crying out his name. My instincts take over, and I try to push him away. Nothing has ever felt so good but so overwhelming.
Jaxon stands and wraps me in his arms. He strokes his hands along my spine in a gentle, soothing rhythm. “Shhhh. You’re ok. You did so good.”
I lean into his embrace, waiting for the wild thumping of my heart to subside. There’s something so profound about being touched by someone who only wants to bring pleasure, not pain. It feels like I’m reclaiming a piece of myself I locked away years ago; he’s piecing me back together with this ardent affection.
When I regain my clarity, I reach for his belt buckle, eager to return the favor.
He grips my wrist, stopping my descent. “You don’t need to do that.”
Hit with a sudden pang of disappointment, I say, “I want to make you feel good, too.”
He brings my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles. “You already did.”
My eyes travel to his zipper, then back to his face. He smirks.
“Did you…”
“Couldn’t help myself,” he says. “You taste too fucking good.”
My cheeks heat as a not unpleasant warmth spreads through me. As far as my first experience with receiving oral sex is concerned, I’m a big, big fan.
“Ready to go home? I have big plans, and they don’t involve fucking my girlfriend in the public library.”
“Do they involvemy boyfriendfucking me somewhere else?”
“Mm. Maybe. Say it again.”
I grip the fabric of his shirt in my fist and tug him closer. “I’d very much like my boyfriend to fuck me.”
“Fuuuuck.”
Chapter 27
Fine
? Bluebird - Anna Graves
Jaxon
I pourtwo fingers of whiskey into two glasses and slide one across the table. She smells the amber liquid, then brings it to her lips. I want to catalogue everything about her—the gentle way she holds the glass with her index and pinkie fingers out, the subtle parting of her bow-shaped lips, and the slow inhale before she brings the glass to them. She doesn't so much as flinch as the flavor hits her tongue, and she swallows down a second gulp eagerly.
“Slow down, Bluebird. Don’t want you getting drunk on me.”
A slight grin spreads across her face. “You gonna ravish me, Cowboy?”
I take a drink from my own glass and set it on the coffee table. “Is that what you want?”
She bites down on her bottom lip. “I don't know.”
“Then let me show you what I want.”
I take off her glasses, set them on the coffee table, and I press an open-mouthed kiss to the tender spot behind her ear, eliciting a small shiver. I smile against her skin and repeat the motion. She’s soft and pliant, setting free a series of quiet moans and sighs. Her hand slides up my thigh, and I’m hard within seconds.
With deliberate movements, she brings her hands to the hem of her shirt and pulls the fabric over her head. I swallow against the lump in my throat and steel myself as the evidence of what must’ve been years of unrelenting abuse comes into focus.
Her hands move reflexively to cover them.
“Don’t,” I murmur. “Don’t hide from me.”
