“God, Jax,” I gasp.
“Quiet, kitten. Kyle is outside.”
He brings a hand around and places it over my mouth, while his other works my flesh. He’s got his back against the wall, ass on the ground, and my back is pressed to his chest and I’m kind of sprawled over his lap, one hand tucked behind me, stroking his cock through his pants, the other holding onto his leg tightly as my orgasm builds.
Jax gets me there quickly, and I explode around his hand only minutes later, whimpering and arching, little bolts of pleasure shooting from my core and darting through my entire body. Jax slides his hand out of my panties and I move, turning so I’m on my hands and knees, facing him. I push up so I’m on my knees and slide my jeans the rest of the way down, taking my panties with me.
“Delaney,” he says, his voice thick and hungry, his eyes traveling down to my pussy.
“Don’t stop me now, Jax. We’ve both wanted this for weeks and you know it.”
“It’s too big of a risk. I might want it, but fuck, Laney, we’re dancing with fire.”
“Fuck fire, I want you and I’m not going to deny it anymore.”
I discard my jeans and then move towards him, reaching for his belt. He sits in silence as I unbuckle it and slide it off, before taking the button of his jeans and popping it open. He hisses when I slide my hand into them, finding him commando beneath. “Handsome doesn’t wear boxers, hot,” I murmur.
He reaches out, taking my hand, pausing it as if trying one last time to stop me. I lean forward and press my lips to his, kissing him into submission. He goes easily, without a fight, and releases my hand. I reach into his jeans and release his cock. Holy shit. It’s big, and seriously thick. Yum. I stroke up and down a few times, then move up so I’m straddling him.
“We don’t have a condom,” he rasps.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean, Jax.”
“Me too, I never go ungloved.”
I stare into his eyes and I can see he’s telling the truth. I take a risk and raise myself up, pressing his cock to my entrance and then slowly sliding down over it. We both gasp as he fills me, stretching me almost painfully as I move down.
“Fucking. Tight,” he grinds out, grabbing my hips and squeezing the flesh there.
“So big,” I whimper. “God your dick is so fucking big.”
“Jesus, Laney, I’ll come if you keep that up.”
I close my eyes, sliding down further onto his length. When I hit his lap, and he’s fully sheathed inside me, I start rocking. He grunts loudly and uses my hips to guide me, showing me just how he likes to be ridden. I copy his motions, wrapping an arm around his neck, pressing the other against his chest, and quickening my pace.
“You feel so good, Jax, you feel so…” I gasp. “Good.”
“Fuck, kitten, so fucking hot.”
I ride him harder, my hips rotating, my knees aching against the cold floor. Jax holds me tight, jaw clenching, eyes locked on mine. My orgasm is building and I tilt my body, getting his cock right where I need it. I whimper his name, fighting back my screams. I can’t allow Kyle to hear.
“I’m going to explode, kitten,” he rasps. “Fuck. Holy fuck.”
“Hang on for me, handsome,” I cry out, so close. So damned close.
“Baby.”
“Yes.”
I close my eyes and explode around him, my pussy clenching tight around him, my body shuddering, my mouth open and little whimpers escaping. Jax makes a guttural sound, and then he’s thrusting upwards, hard and deep, little jerks of his hips. I can feel him pulsing inside me as I squeeze him with each delicious pulsing of my sex.
When I come down from the amazing high, I drop my head into his shoulder, my body covered in a light sheen of sweat. I can feel his heart pounding, and his breathing is ragged. We say nothing for a while, then he takes my shoulders, gently pushing me back. “You have to shower, kitten.”
I press my lips to his salty neck and he makes a pleasured sound in his throat, but keeps pushing me back, sliding his cock from my depths. I moan at the loss of him, but do as he asks and stand, moving my happily satisfied body into the shower. The hot water hits me and I moan, closing my eyes. I hear Jax shuffling about, no doubt cleaning up, then he opens the shower door and says, “I should get out of here, just in case Kyle comes in.”
I nod, meeting his gaze. He looks at my naked body and his jaw tics. Our eyes hold for a long, long moment, before he nods and steps out, leaving the bathroom. I smile and press my back against the wall. That was the most amazing sex I’ve ever had in my life, hands down. And it was with Jaxson Shields. God, yippee.
Today ended on a high.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring?
* * *
I wake in the morning to a pounding head and a delicious ache between my legs. It takes me a moment to remember what went down with Jax and me, and when I recall it, my body coils tightly, my sex clenches and panic swells in my chest. Jax gave me the most amazing orgasm of my life last night, but I also put my job on the line by begging for it.
I sit up in bed, groaning as the drums start playing in my skull. I press my fingers to my temples and rub, with no relief. I push to my feet. I need water, coffee and serious pain meds. Stat. I push the thoughts of Jax and me, and our incredible fuck session from my mind as I step out into the main living area.
Jax and Kyle are in the kitchen, talking low, and they’ve both got coffee mugs in their hands. When they hear me approach, they look over. Jax’s eyes flash to mine and images of last night come back. God, he felt amazing. He knows how to work what’s between his legs. I swallow and look away quickly, muttering, “I just need coffee then I’ll go home.”
“You’re in a hotel,” Kyle says. “Nak booked it.”
“Right,” I mutter.
“Why the hell is she in a hotel?” Jax asks.
“She isn’t safe at home.”
“Then she should be here, where you are,” he grunts.
It’s actually a smart idea.
“I’m not sure that’s part of the job description,” Kyle points out.
“Why not? We’re going to New York in two days and she’s back on the case then. She might as well be here. She can relieve you if you need.”
“You only have one spare room,” Kyle protests.
“I have a couch, Kyle. I’m sure you two can swap.”
Jax wants me to stay here? God.
“Nak probably won’t go for it,” Kyle keeps arguing.
“I’ll ring Nak. She’s my bodyguard and I’m paying her. Staying in a hotel is as unsafe as her staying at home.”
Without allowing for any further argument, Jax pulls out his cell and calls Nak. I watch him walk out of the room, and then I turn to Kyle. He’s watching me, arms crossed.
“What are you glaring at me for?” I mutter.
“You were extremely unprofessional last night.”
My heart starts pounding. He doesn’t know I slept with Jax, does he? I keep my face blank and shrug.
“Going out and getting drunk like that…” He trails off, eyes narrowed.
“Maybe you should try it, might loosen you up.”
Thank God. He doesn’t know about Jax and me.