Ever since we kissed again for the first time nearly two weeks ago, things have certainly shifted between us. It’s almost like no time has passed and we’re picking back up right where we left off. Though, I can’t entirely say that’s true for me. For Jackson,sure, but that’s only because he doesn’t know what he doesn’t know.
Each time he kisses me, and with each passing day where he looks at me with stars in his eyes, I fall into a deeper pit of debilitating guilt.
I’m snapped from my downward spiral when Jackson spins me, backing me up until I’m pressed against the corner of the kitchen cabinets, and without missing a beat, he carefully lifts me and places me on the countertop that chills my heated skin.
His hands grip my hips and I love the way his fingers dip beneath the hem of my shirt, testing me—tantalizing me—in the most delicious way. I wish for his fingers to drift higher moments before he grants my silent plea.
“Jax!” I gasp when he brushes his fingers over my nipple. The slight touch is taunting, making me want to turn this game of teasing right back on him.
“I see these are still as sensitive as they’ve always been,” he rasps against my neck as he tweaks my nipple with his fingers, driving me wild with need. “Tell me, Thorn, do you think I can make you come just from nipple play?” Jax asks, and with how sensitive they’ve been due to the medication, I have complete faith that he could get me there.
Arching my back, I give him better access to do just that with my nipples, and in doing so, my hips inch forward until I find myself grinding against him.
“T,” he groans as he thrusts his hips into me, gripping my hip tighter with his one hand while the other masterfully plays with my nipples, rolling, tweaking, and kneading them. When his mouth latches on to the spot of sensitive skin just beneath my jaw, I moan into his ear and quicken the pace of our hips. The combination of it all has me so on edge, so worked up, I feel as tight as a guitar string, my stomach pulls taught with desire.Longing. Aching. Need like I’ve never known courses through me and threatens to pull me under.
Lifting my shirt and bra up, he brings his mouth to my nipple, sucking it with a quick pop before blowing on it and doing the same to the other. When Jax latches onto one and then slides his hand off my hip and instead uses his thumb to rub rough circles over my clit, so I can feel it through the thin fabric of my skirt, white hot pleasure blinds my vision and I gooff, coming harder than I have in years.
I breathlessly ride out my orgasm, desperately grasping onto the euphoria for as long as I can.
Once I’m thoroughly satiated, Jax lets go of my nipple with a pop and gives me a mischievous smirk. “I love the needy little whimpers you make just before you come.”
I slowly push his shirt over his head. Not wanting to receive without giving him the same pleasure in return, I make quick work of unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his shorts. Thank god he doesn’t try to stop me when I push down his boxers and shorts enough so I can firmly grip his hard length in my hand. “If I recall, I’m not the only one who whimpers while I’m on the brink,” I tell him.
He chuckles roughly, his chest rumbling against mine until it cuts off abruptly when I roll my thumb over the head of his cock, using the precum he’s leaking as lubricant. Knowing it won’t be enough, I spit onto the palm of my hand and resume pumping his length.
“Fuck, baby.” He drops his head against my shoulder as he ruts into my hand, turning me on so badly with his loss of control. “Having you touch me again feels so perfect—so fuckingright.”
“I can’t wait to have you fuck me again, J,” I whisper into his ear. Continuing to pump him, I ask, “Whose cock is this?”
“Yours,” he answers without hesitation. “Fuuuucck, always yours,” he groans as I work his head and brush my thumb lightly over the thick vein on the underside of his cock—the one I used to love running my tongue over again and again until he lost all control.
“Good answer. And who’s making you feel so good?”
“You,” he whimpers, quickening his pace. “My beautiful wife is making me feel so fucking good. Too good. Taevin, baby, I’m gonna come,” he warns moments before my hand and upper thigh are covered with his release.
Dragging my finger over my thigh, I take great pleasure in watching his eyes darken as I bring his release to my lips and suck my finger clean.
“Mmm, I almost forgot how good you taste,” I hum before pulling him in for a kiss.
“When can I taste you again?” he asks against my lips.
Pulling my head back, I keep my arms wrapped around his neck, raking my fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. “I’m not supposed to for six weeks.”
“That’s just penetration though, right? You just had an orgasm and it didn’t hurt, did it?” he questions with an edge of apprehension.
“I did, and it didn’t,” I confirm at the same time as my pussy clenches in anticipation for the possibilities that are to come. Bringing him in for another kiss, I drag my finger tips over the scruff on his jaw. Pulling back, I tell him, “You never could grow facial hair when we were together.”
He lifts his brows suggestively. “There’s a lot that’s different about me now, baby.”
“I can see that,” I retort, trailing my fingers down the column of his throat, across his chest and over his tattoos on his shoulder before moving them farther down to trace the flock of ravens just above his hip bone.
“As much as I’d love to explore all of those changes, we should probably get going to your brother’s house. That is, unless you’d like to stay here instead?” I ask, hopeful to get out of the event entirely. “You said your parents won’t be there, right?”
His brow creases momentarily. “I think my mom might come, but she said my dad is out of town.” The tension that was growing in my shoulders eases slightly. Jax peppers kisses across my cheeks and the bridge of my nose before promising, “We just need to make an appearance for a couple hours. Honestly, we can only stay for like three hours max so we can get you home in time to do your shots.”
The reminder of my shots doesn’t produce the same unease it typically does because he just said he needed to get mehome—as in this beautiful house he built with only me in mind.
The words flood my system and sink into my bones, causing a new melody to spring to life in my head. Knowing I need to get it on paper as quickly as possible, I push Jax back just enough to scoot off the counter.
