The waves of my orgasm began to hit me, and my body began to spasm around his fingers. His strong arm went around my waist to hold me up as his other pressed deep inside and began to rub the G spot deep inside my vagina while his thumb kept up the circles. The result was an explosion of pleasure even more magnificent than anything I’d ever imagined; even in writing my love scenes.
I cried out his name, but he swallowed it with more of the heavenly kisses, becoming softer and less demanding and into gentle coaxing as my body rode out my orgasm.
I couldn’t breathe. My body went limp in his arms and my body jerked violently.
“You’re okay,” his voice guttural and dripping sex, assured me. “I’ve got you.”
He certainly did. My hand slid up his shoulder and tangled into his silky locks at the back of his neck, both of us panting head to head, nose to nose. A horn honked and made us both aware that while we were hidden by the darkness of the alley, the bustle and exposure of 83rd Street and all of Manhattan were only a few feet to my left.
“What now?” I whispered, letting the tip of my tongue flick gently at his upper lip. I longed to touch him and reached down to palm the huge bulge straining at the front of his slacks. He groaned and pulled slightly back and set me back on the ground. I tried to clasp my fingers around his length, but he grasped my wrist and shook his head.
“I’m not sure I could be so good about being quiet, sugar.” He cupped my cheek and planted one more, slow, and sensual kiss on my open mouth. “Let’s get out of here.”
I tugged at the hem of my dress to make sure I was decent and Jax slid the fingers of his left hand to curve around those of my right. “Jax…” I knew it sounded like a desperate moan.
“Mmm…” He kissed me again, briefly. “I want you so much. I think more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.” I wanted with all my being to believe him. If only I could arouse such want in him as he had me.
My body was still spasming from the explosion that was my orgasm, and I leaned weakly against him. “I feel bad that you didn’t….”
“Hush. There is plenty of time; the reward will be that much sweeter.”
“Okay,” I agreed softly.
“Okay, let’s go,” he said. “That’s if I can even walk.” He smiled against my lips and pressed his groin into mine once more to make sure I knew how aroused he still was. The move made me start to ache anew.
He put an arm around me, and we moved the few feet to the curb. I self-consciously smoothed the back of my hair that had gotten matted up against the brick wall. I didn’t care if the world thought I looked terrible, but I did want to please him.
“Taxi!” he called, putting up his hand to hail a cab. His thumb stroked the top of my hand as we waited by the busy street, until a yellow vehicle stopped and Jax opened the door for me to slide inside. He followed me in and gave the address of what I could only assume was his place on the East Side. He pulled me close and put one arm around me, using the other to cup my cheek.
“Are you ready for this?” he asked against my mouth.
“I am.”
“For all it entails? Are you sure?” His eyes were intent on mine and even in the darkness inside the back of the car at night, I could see his desire. Even if my head said I might get bloody on this, my heart irrevocably broken, it was already too late. There was no denying him.
“So ready.”
“Then it’s time to write our first love scene together.” The words were pulled from him; the inflection of his voice filled with unfulfilled desire and sexual tension.
“Yes,” I answered breathlessly, though it was not necessary. We both knew what came next. “Let’s make it epic.”
“A bestseller,” he agreed, bending to take my mouth in another passionate series of kisses.
8
The ride to my apartment was torture.
I hadn’t said a word since I’d quietly given my address to the driver, though I couldn’t stop touching my beautiful, intoxicating companion. The perfectly unmarred skin of her hands, face, and neck were so soft it had me imagining how her fully naked body would feel like warm silk against mine.
Why was I this affected?
I’d been with many beautiful women. Maybe too many, but never had I been unable to curb my carnal urges and resorted to getting sexual in public. My position in publishing meant it was a risk to put myself in situations where photos could be taken, or blackmail landed squarely on the table. It wasn’t that I didn’t know it; I just didn’t give a damn.
My hungry eyes roamed over her perfect face; studying the stunning profile, pert nose, and full mouth. God, that mouth. I found my eyes closing languidly as my breath left my lungs in a slow exhale. I swallowed trying to push down this insatiable feeling. I hadn’t even fucked her, yet I was teeming with possessiveness.
My left arm was wrapped around her, and my other rested on her thigh as we sat closely together in the backseat of the cab, every possible body part touching. Addison was leaning into me, our hips and thighs touching. I longed to run my nose up the cord of her neck. I wanted to pull her across my lap, table my fingers in her glorious hair and kiss her deeply. I wanted to take and take and take. And, fuck it; I wanted to give just as much.
The cabby was older and thankfully he didn’t talk much, as some do. Maybe he could feel the sexual tension emanating off of us. The music was soft rock, and I was sure I could feel the blood pulsing in my erect cock in time with the rhythm. My muscles tensed. We were two strangers about to ravish each other. I could feel it. Addison must have, too, because she trembled in my arms.
“Are you afraid of me?” I said softly, pulling her closer against my side. I reached up and ran the back of my fingers along her high cheekbone and then touched her chin with a curled index finger. “We don’t have to do this. I want you, but I want you to be ready.”
She turned toward me slightly, tilting her chin up and meeting my gaze. She seemed on guard, but vulnerable, too. It was semi-dark in the back of the car, the lights of New York City racing by outside the tinted windows as she held me mesmerized.
“Why me?” she asked.
I paused for a moment before answering, realizing I had one shot to get this right. As crazy as it seemed, I felt like the rest of my life hung on this one answer. I decided on the truth.
“You said you’d always be honest,” she reminded. She was close; intoxicating me with her touch, her scent, her glance… her mere presence.
“I’m not exactly sure what it is about you. You’re beautiful. Intelligent. Your words move me like none I’ve ever read, but beyond that, I’m drawn to you. The moment I heard your voice in class it went straight to my dick before I ever laid eyes on you.” I watched her closely; trying to correctly gauge the effect of my words. “Why do you think I asked you to stand? I wanted to look at you, and I found myself hoping that you were one of the serious students because it would mean I had an excuse to spend time with you. Somehow… I couldn’t bear it if you were just another sex-starved student looking for an easy A.” I reached across my body to gather one of her hands in mine. “I couldn’t wait to read your piece.”