He breaks his pace and lifts his lips just enough to rasp, “That’s it, T. You’re doing so good for me, baby.”
Picking up right where he left off, Jax sucks my clit into his mouth and that, in combination with his fingers, is all it takes to make me detonate.
My orgasm crashes into me like a tidal wave, cresting and threatening to pull me under. I’d gladly drown in Jackson’s current if it meant I got to hold onto this feeling forever. With trembling legs, I’m boneless as Jax continues to pump his fingers in and out of me, prolonging my release.
“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced,” he murmurs against my thigh before pulling his fingers out of me. The sight is so debaucherous, yet I can’t get enough.
If this is what it always feels like—like my heart will beat right out of my chest and my core will combust from the intensity of the climax—then sign me the heck up for a lifetime supply.
Part of me loves the forbidden aspect of what we’re doing, but my god, I don’t know how something that feels this euphoric could be deemed unholy.
All my life I’ve been raised to think sex only exists in the marriage bed, but there’s nothing about this that feels wrong. Every part of me felt whole while I fell apart at the hands of Jackson.
He crawls up the bed and pulls me into his arms before delicately kissing along my temple. “How are you feeling?” he murmurs.
“Better than I’ve ever felt,” I admit, nuzzling my head into the crook of his neck and placing whisper-light kisses against his jaw, neck, and collarbone.
We sit like that for a moment, wrapped up in each other’s arms, legs intertwined when he whispers, “So I did okay? I’ve never—
My head shoots up. “Never what?”
He rolls his bottom lip between his teeth. “Never gone down on anyone before.”
That simply cannot be true. Yet, I know I have no reason not to believe him. What would he have to gain from lying to me? “I’d have thought the fact that you gave me my very first orgasm would’ve been answer enough.”
The cocksure smile I’ve come to love takes over his face, and I can’t even berate myself for stroking his ego.
Suddenly, I realize I haven’t returned the favor.
Pushing Jax onto his back, I throw my leg over his waist and straddle him. When my bare core rubs against his boxer-clad length, I let out a soft moan. “I believe it’s your turn to feel good now.”
“This isn’t transactional—that’s not how this works.”
“Then tell me how this works. Because the way I see it, you gave me my first blissful orgasm and I’d like to show my appreciation by returning the favor.”
“Trust me, watching you fall apart from my fingers and tongue was more than returning the favor.”
I can’t help the laugh that slips out, but really all I want is to continue this feeling, I rock my hips against him, and Jax grips my hips to halt me in place.
“Tae, we’ve got plenty of time. Or we could if you’d stay.”
I chuckle softly at his suggestion.
“Can you ask your dad if you can sleep over at Ryan’s tonight?” he asks.
Bending down, I place a quick kiss on his lips. “Yeah, so I’m pretty sure now that he found out we’re dating that he’d never believe that lie.”
“Then tell him the truth. Say you’re staying here. Hell, say you’re staying the entire weekend. We’re eighteen, what’s he gonna do?” he presses as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’d do—ground me for life.
“We’ve got two weeks left of school, Jax. He’s not just going to let me stay here all weekend with you.”
“Fine, just tonight, then.” He punctuates that suggestion by bucking his hips against mine.
Rolling my eyes, I ask, “Are you delusional? He’d never let that fly.”
“Tell him you’re helping me with a school project that I need to finish in order to graduate.”
“You’re one of your class’s valedictorians.”
