“Oh god, oh god,” I chant, pressure building to an almost unbearable level.
Just when I think he’s going to deny me again, he curls his fingers again and growls against me, “Now.”
His gruff command breaks me, shattering all rationalization. My orgasm detonates with so much force that I scream his name, back arching completely off the chair as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through my body. My inner muscles contract as he continues to pump, drawing out my climax until I’m a shaking, boneless mess.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp when I can finally form words again.
Looking up at me from between my legs, Jax slowly withdraws his fingers, pressing a gentle kiss to my still-throbbing clit.
“Such a good girl, squeezing my fingers so tight when you come for me,fuck.”
Mouth shiny with my arousal, he puts them between his lips and sucks, watching me as he moans.
“So fucking sweet.” He rolls his eyes. “Best thing I’ve eaten all day.”
Keeping his attention centered on my pussy, he stands, resting his hands on the arms of the chair.
“Looks like someone went and made a mess.” His gaze flicks up to mine. “How are you gonna make it up to me, beautiful?”
“How do youwantme to make it up to you?” I ask, still fucking panting.
He doesn’t answer, just pops an eyebrow and quirks his lips as he holds out his hand.
Scooting forward, I take it and rise, legs trembling beneath me.
Cupping my face in his hands, he dips his head, sweeping his tongue into my mouth. The kiss is slow, languid, making my pussy pulse with need all over again.
When he pulls away, I’m practically swaying on my feet.
Placing his hands on my head, he gently coaxes me down onto my knees.
When he finally answers my question, his voice is a low rumbling growl. “Take a guess.”
From my vantage point, I can see the impressive outline of his cock bulging in his jeans. My mouth waters as I undo the button and lower his zipper.
When I tug his jeans down to his knees, his cock springs free, thick and hard. The fact that I’m finally face to face with his shiny Ampallang piercing running horizontally through the head of his dick takes me by surprise.
Fascinated, I run the tip of my finger over each silver ball, grinning up at him when the muscles of his thighs twitch.
Wrapping my hand around his impressive length, I stroke it slowly, sliding the metal over my palm.
The piercing must have hurt like hell, but the memory of how it felt inside me when he fucked me while we were at the cabin makes my inner walls clench with anticipation.
“You like what you see, don’t you?” His voice is strained, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides, almost as if he’s doing everything he can to hold himself back.
“Mmm, so much,” I murmur, leaning forward to swipe my tongue up the slit, lapping up the pre-cum. At his sharp intake of breath, I swirl my tongue around the head, paying special attention to the silver bar piercing his dick.
Metal hot from his body heat, I can’t resist a playful flick of my tongue against it while maintaining eye contact.
Pupils blown, jaw clenched tight, he groans, “Fuck, Sasha,” when I take him into my mouth, sucking gently at first before increasing the pressure.
That’s twice now he’s edged me, and I’m determined to make him suffer like he made me suffer—edging me until I was ready to scream. So I take my time, alternating between slow sucks and light, teasing nips of my teeth. Twisting my wrist, my hand works what doesn’t fit in my mouth.
Cupping his balls with my free hand, I roll and squeeze them gently between my fingers. His hips jerk forward as I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper, metal and flesh sliding over my tongue.
“Christ,” he hisses, hands fisting at his sides. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
Moving my hands to grip his thighs, I pull back until just the tip is between my lips, circling my tongue over the head again before taking him all the way to the back of my throat. When his thighs tense beneath my palms, I know he’s getting close.
