He continues his exploration of my body. His tongue touches my inner thigh while his hands squeeze my butt. I feel the aftershock of his touch everywhere in my body. The steel in his piercing still feels foreign but comforting.
“Jax, please, I need you to stop teasing me.”
He chuckles against my heated skin. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“You’re such a tease, Mr. Bennett.”
Saying his last name does something to him, and he grabs a tight hold of my thighs and drags my legs over his shoulders while I take hold of the chair beneath me. His warm breath brushes against the skin next to where I want him the most before the first long lick around my clit makes me moan even louder. That fucking steel adds to the pleasure and my eyes flutter shut.
“Open your eyes, Soph. I need to see those eyes when you come on my tongue.”
Following his demand, I open my eyes and look down at him. He glances up as he licks me again and again. Before I can do anything more than moan his name, I feel my orgasm coming. Jax must sense it too, as he pushes two fingers inside me and pumps them in a rhythm that makes me lose control faster. His talented fingers rub against my walls as he curls them.
“Jax, yes, Jax!”
And that’s how he makes me come intwo minutes. I hear him chuckling and realize that I said the words aloud. “Soph, that was only the beginning. But we should continue this another time when we’re not drunk.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Deadass.”
I hastily get up from the chair, trying to cover myself and hide my humiliation. I can’t believe he stopped. And what’s that bullshit about waiting until we are sober. I try to grab my dress but drop it on the floor when he softly touches my arm.
“Soph, look at me.”
“I can’t.”
Jax huffs next to me. “Stop being so fucking stubborn and understand where I’m coming from. I had such a fun time and let myself go too far. I should have waited, and I’m trying to fix what’s left of tonight.”
Turning around, I look at him. “You got what you wanted, and then you decided to stop?”
“If you could only feel how fucking hard I am right now, you wouldn’t even question me.”
“Then let me fucking feel you!”
He shakes his head. “That isn’t what I meant. Fuck. I want to do the right thing just once in my life. After you came, I realized we both had too much to drink tonight. I couldn’t continue with a clear conscience. Okay?”
I get what he means, but it isn’t what I wanted to hear. I was having fun, drunk or not. “Sure, whatever.”
“Are you ready to leave soon?” Jax asks, handing me my wrinkled dress from the floor.
I nod and take the black fabric from his hands. He's all dressed up since he never took his clothes off. I hadn't even realized it before this moment. Even though I would love to ogle him longer, there's something I need to say.
“Hey, Jax?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.”
“For what?”
“For being you and not giving me too much shit about everything, even if you could have been much less understanding. And I’m not only talking about tonight.”
He shakes his head. “But I was such a dickhead first.”
“I expected even worse, so you’ve been a pleasant surprise,” I tell him honestly.
“Someone would think you like me after hearing that.”
