“Open the bedroom door, baby,” I murmured against her mouth, and her nails scratched down my ribs before reaching around me and pushing the door open.
Once we stepped over that threshold, all bets were fucking off.
Chapter Sixteen
Quinn
Jaxon took a step back into the bedroom, and darkness engulfed us. A thud told me he kicked the door shut, then he fell against the wall, kissing me like our lives depended on it. He sucked the air right out of my lungs, and all that was left to breathe was him. We fumbled in the darkness, completely new to touching each other’s bodies as my hands roamed his chest, and his palms squeezed my ass, more tentative than I thought he’d be.
The room soaked in our moans and grunts as we moved throughout the room. He rolled us until my back hit the wall and rutted his hardness between my thighs, pressing against my clit in the most delicious way. My back arched from the wall, and I pushed against his fat crown for more. I needed more.
The callouses on his fingers scratched across my inner wrist, wrapping the thick digits around my fragile bone as he pinned my arms against the wall. The only leverage that kept me around his waist was from my legs wrapped around his hips and my back against the wall as he savaged my mouth with his.
“God, you taste so fucking good.” A deep resonating rumble reverberated his chest, growling as he dove his tongue between my lips and licked the roof of my mouth. “I want to taste you everywhere.” Jaxon’s teeth bit my bottom lip and tugged. “Missed this mouth,” he said and let go of my arms. The feather touch of his large palms sliding down my arms took me by surprise. I expected rough, bruises, pinches, and bites, but Jaxon took his time, touching spots I had no idea were sensitive. He stopped beside the curve of my breasts and gripped, letting out a shaky breath as he trailed down to grip the bottom of my shirt.
Cool air slithered across my stomach as the shirt got higher. My nipples were already tight from the arousal heating my blood. His thumbs brushed over the sensitive peaks, and a small mewl squeaked from me, and he pinched the elongated buds causing pain to spread through my tits.
“I bet I could make you come with nipple play, couldn’t I?” He rolled them between his fingers and tugged until a sharp inhale had my jaw falling open. He cocked his head and slanted his lips right above mine but didn’t touch me; he didn’t give me what I wanted. “Couldn’t I?”
I tried reaching for his lips again and got a quick kiss, but he pulled away.
“Answer me,” he demanded and flicked my nipples at the same time.
“Yes! Yes, please,” I begged him. Begged him for what? I had no idea; I just knew I wanted more of what he was doing to me. Since it was dark and I couldn’t see his face, all of my other senses were on high alert.
The rough scratch of his beard grazed my collarbone as he sucked on the spot beneath my ear. His fingertips dug into my ass as he picked me up again and carried me over to the bed. He tossed me through the air, and I landed on the bed. Jaxon watched my body bounce and reached behind his head to shuck off his shirt.
Some things didn’t change. He took off his shirt the exact same way when we were teens, and something about the way he pulled off his clothes had my pussy pulsating for his thick cock. One hand landed on the right side of me, and then the other on my left, he prowled toward me, crawling over my body like a lion waiting to feast. He stopped at the waistband of the grey joggers and with each tug, gave me a kiss on my stomach. He buried his nose in the blonde hair, settled on my pussy, and inhaled.
“I can’t wait to fuck your pussy with my tongue. I’m going to fucking devour you, Quinn. Over and over until there is nothing left for you to give.”
“Please,” I pleaded and buried my hands in his hair, my skin grazing over the shaved side, prickling me like a thousand needles.
With one swift jerk, my pants were off, and I was laid bare before him, completely naked while he stood in tight briefs. My tongue dashed out and licked my lips as he gripped the gargantuan erection barely contained in the material. The tip poked through the waistband, and his eyes roamed my body, appreciating the new body in front of him.
I wasn’t built the same. I didn’t have the teenage body he once knew so well. I wasn’t a girl lying before him; I was a woman.
And he was all man.
His fingers ran along the seam of his underwear before his thumb hooked inside and pulled them off.
Jes-us Christ.
Was it possible for a cock to get bigger?
He fisted himself, stroking the impressive member with his palm and rubbing his thumb over the crown, gathering precome. “Come here and taste me, Quinn. See what you’ve been missing all these years.” He spread his legs and planted his feet, his sack swung like a wrecking ball. “I won’t repeat myself. I said come taste me, or I’m going to fuck your face until you’re gagging, baby.”
I sat up and laid my hands on the bed, then swung my ass in the air as I slithered to him. I wanted him to fuck my face. The thought turned me on, just like his hand slapping my ass. I wanted him to use me because when he did, I only felt pleasure.
One hand skimmed down my spine until he had to leaned over to squeeze my ass while he shoved his thumb into my mouth. I moaned in delight as the salty bead of pre-come exploded over my taste-buds.
“Suck it like you would my cock,” he said, gliding his fingers around to the crease of my ass and rubbing the forbidden puckered hole. He didn’t press inside. He kept a light touch until he explored down and cupped my cunt. He grunted, “So fucking wet, baby. Is all this for me?”
I nodded and hummed in agreement the best I could since his thumb was in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the fingertip, tasting him until all I could taste was the musk of his flesh. He ripped his thumb out of my mouth and punched his hips forward until the crown of his bulbous tip slapped against my chin.
The precome slid across my chin, and the scent could only be described as pure lust.
“Suck me,” he said the words at the same time he slid two fingers into my sheath, filling me.
I wrapped my lips around him and bobbed my head down. Immediately, I gagged from trying to take too much, and he groaned above me when my throat flexed around him. With my left hand, I cradled his heavy orbs, lightly rolling them in my palms like a lucky pair of dice. I rolled my tongue around him, playing with him as if he were a cherry-flavored lollipop— my favorite.
He started to thrust his hips lightly, and I hollowed my cheeks as he used my mouth, sliding over my tongue to take what he wanted. “Yes, fuck,” he hissed.
I lifted my eyes up, and through my lashes, I saw him toss his head back. His Adam’s apple was a thick knot in his throat, a temptation I wanted to nibble. He must have felt my gaze because he tilted his chin to his chest, and his chocolate eyes are glazed with desire. He urged me to try harder, so I released his sack and wrapped my palm around the bottom of the shaft and pumped.
He finger fucked my pussy with his fingers, groaning as I sucked him faster, and his other hand yanked me off his cock by twisted my hair in his hand.
“Naughty fucking girl trying to get me to come.” He brushed his thumb over my wet lips. “I’ll come down your throat, just not tonight. Tonight, I’m going to come inside you, just like I did all those years ago.” He slipped another finger next to the other two, stretching me to the max. I moaned and laid my forehead against the mattress. “You want that?”