It takes a minute for my lust-drunk brain to catch up, absorb all his dirty thoughts. Holy God! I might be in over my head with this guy. You already knew that, Rachel. Despite that, I drop to my knees, and say, “I think you should be selfish more often.”
“What are you doing?” he asks and grips my hair.
I tug on his boxers, and his hard cock pops free. “Mmm,” I moan, never more eager to pleasure a man orally. Honest to God, knowing this is what he thinks about, fantasizes about…well, that’s a complete turn on.
The grip on my hair tightens, as I lean forward and take him to the back of my throat. I choke a bit, and he tugs like wants to inch out, give me air, but the hell with that. I want him to choke me. I want to take him as deep as I can, and then some. Yeah, I get that I can’t take all of him. He’s too big for that, but dammit, I’m going to do my best to fulfill all his selfish needs.
“Rach,” he says, his voice soft when I choke again. Undeterred, I loosen my throat muscles and slide him down farther. He stretches me, but I love every second of it. Truthfully, I’ve never taken any man so deep, and from the way Jaxon is growling, cursing, jerking his hips and gripping my hair, I’m guessing this is a first for him, too. Knowing that fills me with female prowess, because strangely enough, I want to do a lot of first things with my hot neighbor.
“Jesus, fuck,” he grumbles, and I cup his balls, massage gently. They tighten in my hands, and I work my mouth over him fast, my free hand gripping his base and moving in tandem with my hungry mouth. Pre-cum spurts from his crown, and I swallow the salty tang. I inch back slightly, to release the moan caught in my throat. My needy little sounds seem to make Jaxon a little bit needier.
“You’ve got the nicest fucking mouth,” he says and moves my hair from my face, to watch his cock slide in and out of it. “I’m right there, Rachel. I going to fill your throat with my cum if you don’t back off.”
I secretly smile, and slide one hand around his ass to stop him from escaping. I rock against him, and he in turn rocks in to me. Never in my life had I wanted to please a man so badly, to make this so good for him. He gives up on trying to pull out, and when I feel blood rushing through his swollen veins, I go still.
“Yessss…” he growls and lets go, his hot seed filling my mouth and throat. I keep my mouth open for him, and gulp and swallow, wanting every drop of him inside me. His breathing is rough and ragged and he clutches my head with both of his hands to keep me from moving. He continues to spurt, and I continue to swallow, until he’s completely depleted, and panting hard
“Rach, holy fuck, Rach,” he finally says, and drops to his knees in front of me. “I can’t…I don’t even…” His dark gaze rakes over my face, his eyes puzzled, perplexed. “That was…Jesus.” He runs shaky fingers over my mouth to wipe away the moisture.
My pulse beats triple time against my neck. I love seeing him unglued like this. “Sometimes it’s fun to be selfish,” I tell him.
“Yeah but you didn’t have to—”
I press my finger to his lips. “Did you ever stop to think I was being selfish, too? That I might lay in bed and think about how much I’d like to have your cock in my mouth.”
He blinks, and his head goes back like he’s in total disbelief. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
“Would I kid about something like that?”
“I just…never thought…”
“I loved you fucking my mouth, Jaxon.”
He exhales slowly and shakes his head. “You’re really…wow…I’ve never met a woman like you, Rach.”
“Since we’re being honest, I should probably let you know, there are other things I think about too when I’m being selfish.”
He dips his head, the bewildered look gone from his face, deep seated lust moving in to take its place. “Tell me,” he demands in a soft voice.
He shimmies closer to me, and his cock flinches against my stomach. I gasp, hardly able to believe he’s getting hard for me again so soon. He just came in my mouth. Is this what I do to him?
“I think about your mouth on my body, kissing me everywhere, and your fingers, well, they’re always on me…inside me…totally corrupting me and turning me into one of those dim-witted moths like my roommates.” A fine quiver moves through me, and Goosebumps break out on my skin.
Before I even realize what’s going on, I’m in his arms and he’s stomping down the hallway. He steps into the bathroom, kicks the door shut behind us, and sets me on the counter. I chuckle when he steps away from me, and turns on the hot water.
“Something funny?” he grumbles.
I point to his wet shorts, which are still around his thighs. How could he even walk with them like that? “I was in a hurry,” he says and kicks them off. “When a girl tells you she wants your mouth on her and your fingers inside, you don’t stop to worry about anything else.” He crooks his fingers. “Now get over here, so I can corrupt you.”
I slide off the counter, my body so eager and ready for this man. Maybe too eager, too ready. It’s almost a bit scary how much I want him.
He ushers me into the shower, lets the hot water pour over my body, then spins me around until I’m facing the back tiled wall. He slides a foot between my
