I turned my head to look back at him. “Nervous, needy,”
He chuckled. “Needy, eh? What do you need, beautiful?”
I rocked my hips shamelessly, feeling his hard cock rub against my arse. “I want to feel you.” I paused as my skin heated, not used to being so forward about what I wanted. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Jax muttered something I couldn’t quite hear as his hand pushed down under the waistband of my shorts. He circled my clit, and I cried out, a rush of pleasure flooding from me. Jax’s other hand came from behind, moving my shorts to one side and edging my entrance.
“God, you’re so wet for me, beautiful.” He pushed the tip of his finger inside me and I whimpered, wanting more, wanting him to fill and stretch me. “We’ve got all night and we can go as slowly as you want, but be warned that I am going to wreck this tight pussy tonight.” He moved his finger in and out, slipping it a little deeper each time.
I cried out before I turned my head, needing to kiss him. Reaching my arm behind me, I buried my fingers in his hair as our lips moved together messily. His finger pumped in and out of me as he worked my clit, the double attention making my toes curl inside my new shoes, and seconds later, I came hard, gripping onto Jax so I didn’t get washed away in the pleasure surging through me.
“Such a good girl,” Jax muttered against my lips, making my whole body shudder as he eased out of me. “Lie on your back for me.”
Chest heaving and body tingling, I shuffled up the bed, kicking my shoes off so they landed on the floor. I watched Jax unfasten his belt and drop his trousers, wiping his arousal-covered finger that had just been inside me over the head of his hard cock that was so long, it poked out of his white boxer briefs.
Licking my lips, I took him in. Wide, not an inch of fat on his tattooed body. He was so handsome, I wondered if I was dreaming the whole thing.
Without a word, Jax moved up the bed, easing my shorts off before tossing them to the side. He spread my legs wide, holding them open by my ankles, staring down at my now exposed sex.
“Did you get waxed, Helen?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Why?”
He edged his fingers around my entrance before running them through my folds, dragging my arousal to my clit. I watched, entranced by his reaction to such an intimate part of my body.
“For you.”
He smiled, his eyes lifting to mine. “You don’t ever have to change yourself for me. You're perfect, but I appreciate the gift.”
I leaned up on my elbows and he pushed his finger up inside me again, making us both groan. He stared at where we connected, filling me slowly until I was fisting the sheets.
“Tell me what you need. I want your words as much as I want your pleasure, beautiful.”
“More,” I begged. His lips twitched before he added a second finger and his mouth sealed over my clit, making me scream in surprise.
Jax
“No, no, no, no.” Helen bucked beneath me as if she was trying to get away.
I stopped immediately, easing out of her so she could sit up.
“You can’t do that. It’s gross.”
“You don’t want my mouth on your pussy?”
She bit her bottom lip, shaking her head, pulling a pillow over her body.
I hated how vulnerable she looked in this moment. I moved to sit next to her, my back against the headboard.
“You don’t like it?” I asked softly, tracing my finger up and down her thigh.
“I’ve… I’ve never done it. I mean, men don’t like it.”
I huffed, taking her hand in mine and kissing the back of it. “Your ex told you that, right?”
“Yeah. He said men hated it. Hated the taste.”
