Shadows play across his skin in the dim light, defining every dip and curve of muscle.
Eyes on me, Jax slides his hands to the button of his jeans, popping them open before slowly lowering the zipper. My heart hammers against my ribs until he’s standing there in nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs.
Holy fuck. He’s hard. So hard. The outline of his cock strains against the dark cotton, and my core clenches with the memory of how big he felt inside me all those months ago.
I can’t move, can’t tear my eyes away as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband.
Then a crazy idea hits me: Two can play.
Reaching for the hem of my tank top, I pull it over my head and toss it onto the floor. His eyes darken as they travel over my lace-covered breasts.
Then, rising from where I’m sitting on the edge of my bed, I shimmy out of my shorts, revealing a matching pair of panties.
Jax’s lips part, and he slides a hand into his boxers,wrapping it around his cock. His forearm porn is straight up sinful as he works his dick, eyes never leaving mine.
Transfixed, all I can do is watch as he pushes his boxers down just enough so I can see all of him as he fists himself. When he does, a glint of something shiny catches my eye, but I can’t be too sure of what I’m actually seeing.
Is that...? Holy shit.Is his dick pierced?
My attention is torn between the rhythmic movement of his hand working his shaft and the intensity in his eyes as he watches me watch him. The raw hunger in his gaze makes me feel vulnerable and powerful all at once. My nipples harden against the lace of my bra, a rush of arousal soaking my panties.
His lips curve into that devastatingly sexy smirk, and he mouths something I can’t quite make out.
I shake my head in confusion.
He nods and then, using his free hand, reaches for his phone. A faint smile plays on his lips as he glances up, dark eyes burning with desire as he dials, still fisting his cock.
I nearly jump out of my skin when my phone rings. Heart pounding, I scramble to answer and put it on speaker.
His voice comes through as a soft growl. “Lose the bra.”
The command sends a fresh wave of heat rushing through me, and it makes me hesitate.
“You accepted this game the second you took your top off, sweet cheeks,” he reminds me, voice raspy with desire. “Now... Take. Off. Your. Bra. I want to see you.”
Hands trembling, I reach behind me to unhook my bra, letting the straps slide down my arms before tossing it aside.
“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.”
He continues to stroke his cock, picking up the pace. The piercing—which I candefinitely see now—glints in the light.
“Touch yourself,” he commands.
Cupping my breast, I roll a nipple between my fingers, a soft moan escaping my lips.
“Mmm. That’s it, gorgeous,” he encourages. “Now the other one.”
Adhering to his instructions, I palm my other breast, pinching harder this time.
“God, I wish that was my mouth on you right now,” he says, his voice hoarse and strained. “I’d suck those perfect tits even after you begged me to stop.”
Body on fire, my breath comes in short gasps. I can see the muscles in his lower abs tensing with each stroke of his fist, accentuating the tapered V-lines indented there.
Jeez, Louise.Those bad boys should come with a flashing neon sign with a down arrow above them that reads:
“Take off your panties and sit on the bed,” he orders. “I want to see all of you.”
I slip my panties off and sit. Leaning back a little, I prop myself up on my hands so I can still see him.
