I shiver at the warning, the way he’s taking command of my body. By rights, it should frighten me, but I only feel safe in his arms. He runs his fingers down my arms, and captures both of my hands. “If you want me to corrupt you, then we’re doing things my way tonight,” he whispers, as he takes my hands, splays my palms, and presses them into the wall.
I whimper, never having felt so wide open to anyone before. “Jaxon,” I murmur.
“Just like that, Rach. Wide open and mine to ruin.”
My chest heaves as he slides a hand around my waist, pulling me back a bit from the wall. As I tip my ass to him, my hands slide a little lower on the wet tile. The scent of his soap reaches my nostrils as he lathers it in his hands, and the wait is pure freaking torture.
“Touch me…” I whisper, a desperate sort of plea that pulls a chuckle from him.
“Aren’t you a needy girl? Anxious to have my hands on you.” He puts his mouth near my ear again. “My hard cock in you.”
“Yes,” I say without hesitation or embarrassment. What has this man turned me in to?
“I shouldn’t make you wait, not after the way you sucked my cock, worshipped it. You should be fucking rewarded for that.” He places his hands on my back, and the leans into me as he reaches for my tits. “Oh yeah, you should be given anything you want after letting me fuck your mouth like that.”
I swallow, and I’m sure I’m going to climax from his dirty words alone. “Jaxon,” I moan and arch into his touch as he swipes his thumbs over my nipples. The pleasure travels through my body, pulses between my shaky legs.
“Do you have any idea how good you are with that sweet mouth of yours?”
“No,” I say. With my ex, there was never a lot of foreplay. It was just sex, him taking what he wanted, fast and furious. “It’s not something I normally…”
Oh, God, way to admit your lack of experience, Rachel.
“You did that just for me, Rach.” His voice is so damn soft, and surprised, my heart tightens a little. For a big scary guy, probably the toughest guy I know, he sure knows how to pluck at my emotional strings.
“Yeah. Just for you.”
He goes quiet for a moment, and I move my hips, needing to get my mind back on my body—the pleasure his cock can give—and off the emotions this guy brings out in me.
Big hands go to my hips, and slide over my ass. “Does your hot little pussy need my fingers?” From behind, he pushes his hand between my legs, and strokes my clit.
“Yes….” I murmur, and move with him, rearing back and jerking forward as he plays with me.
“You’re so wet. I think you need to come.”
“I do,” I practically scream, and he chuckles. “It’s not funny.”
“Not funny at all.” One big finger fills me and I give a moan of relief. “This what you need?”
“It is,” I manage to say. He pulls out, then slides a second finger in. I grip at the wall and try to get air in my lungs.
“After you come for me, do you think you can take my cock? I’m so fucking hard again.”
He wiggles his fingers inside of me, and I whimper. How is he so good at that? Then again, maybe I don’t want to know. Maybe last night when he blew out of here, he was meeting up with some woman. But that thought is for another time, when I’m not being finger-fucked.
“Can I have your cock now?”
“Can’t.”
“Please, Jaxon.”
“Fuck, girl. I want that too, but I don’t have a condom in here.”
“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean.” His fingers stop moving, and need fills me. “Jaxon?”
“I’m clean too, Rach. I’ve not been with anyone in a long time.”
A little thrill goes through me. “If we’re both clean, and I’m on the pill, then we can fuck right now,” I say.
“Yeah, I guess we can.” He removes his fingers and I practically scream hallelujah when he presses his crown to my pussy. “This is what you want?”
“Yes.”
“You want to come all over my cock?”
“Jaxon,” I groan. “I need your cock now.”
His hands go to my waist, and his fingers bite into my skin as he powers forward.
“Ohmigod,” I cry out as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before. He pulls me off the wall, runs his hands over my breasts as he seats himself high inside.
“Fuck girl, you feel good.”
“So good,” I cry out and rotate my hips.
“Oh, yeah, keep doing that.”
I move my body some more, squeeze my sex muscles around the hard length of him. The man just came, but he’s hard and swollen, his next orgasm just around the corner, judging by the way he’s swelling inside me. He’s not the only one who’s close. He isn’t even moving, and small clenches are pulling at me. I lean forward again, press my hands to the wall, and offer myself up to him.
A quiver moves through me as he slides out, only to slam back in again. “Fuck me,” I whimper, as he powers home. We moved together, lovers in sync, creating a rhythm and harmony that pushes me to the edge. I cling there, wanting to hang on, revel in each glorious thrust, but I can’t. I close my eyes, soar over the edge, and squeeze hard around his cock.
“Oh, yesss…” I cry out and the grip on my hips tightens as I release.
“Yeah, Rach. Come for me. Come all over my cock.” He rocks into me, drawing out each blissful clench. I grasp at the wall, breathe through the pleasure
