Jax (Titan #9)(28)

Looks were fleeting, and she didn't think herself vain or only in search of a hot, toned man. But everything about him, from old scars to his carved muscles seemed designed to make her eyes wander.

"Fuck, babe. If you're going to look at me like that…" Jax leaned over, grabbed her by the waist, and yanked her to straddle high on his chest. His forearm urged her from behind, propelling her higher, and he tipped his chin forward, pushing her knees above him as she relied on his arms to keep her balance.

"Ohhh!" The uncertainty vanished when his tongue licked her folds and strong lips kissed her pussy. "Jax…"

What was he doing? This was too much! Too intimate!

His tongue slid along the vertical bar, and she cried out in a wonderful sensation overload. His hands gripped her sides, controlling the unfamiliar position. Uncertainty battled with how she relished the sparkling fire such closeness created. But what was she supposed to do? Stay still and let her body soar? "Jax?"

The man gave nothing but tongue and kisses, and she fought the quivering urge in her thighs.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, and his chin nuzzled side to side. God, she couldn't breathe. Her body began shaking… no, convulsing. She could combust. She was too inexperienced for this man, and "help" should've come out of her mouth instead of his name.

His firm grip rocked her hips, and Seven whimpered. He groaned, sucking her clit and continuing to shift her as though she were supposed to ride him.

"Okay. Oh God." Her throat had gone dry, and his tongue pulsed in and out of her pussy as she rocked against his lips.

Jax groaned, sucking harder, giving her sweet kisses and licking until she swayed uncontrollably.

"I'm going to…" Seven panted and moaned, climaxing as the thunder exploded, rippling through her, and she went limp. Jax rolled on top of her, and Seven grabbed his face, awakening again despite the white lightning that still roared. "Holy shit."

His confident grin was so well deserved. Seven curled her fingers into his back, scratching, and he grabbed his pants then pulled out a condom. "You want this?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

"You move when you want to move. You like something, you go with it. You don't, you say it. You're not sure, you can say that too. You want to try more, do less, that works for me. You read me?"

"Yes."

"Good girl." His approving nod meant everything. "I like your piercings, babe."

"I can tell—you might know more to do with them than me."

"Didn't get them to play?" Curiosity touched his voice.

She kissed him back instead of answering, until they were a mixture of gasping breaths and searching hands, with Jax pinning her on top of a mountain of pillows and couch cushions. His erection nudged at her center, and jaw hanging open, Seven would've begged if she'd had the words.

Instead, she watched—he did too, and his thickness inched into her body, stretching inch by inch until he was deep within her. Jax lowered himself, and when their stomachs touched, her clitoris had his weight. Seven squeezed around his cock, and he swore in her ear.

"Tell me what you want," he whispered after his last curse.

Easy. "Everything."

With a soft kiss, he pulled out—nearly to the tip—and thrust into her again. Again and again, he rode her deep, hard, driving Seven to dig her nails into his back and pray he would do it again.

"What's everything?" Jax grunted, slowing as though he were making love, taking the plateau he'd built and calming it to a dull roar.

"Please." Seven clawed for more. She dripped for him, and the tease of another orgasm was so close. "Don't stop."

He rolled his hips, and the sinewy muscles corded as she hung on. He worked into her again, making use of the angles, thrusting until she forgot who they were, just that they had to come.

Together, legs and arms linked as their lips crashed. A chorus of climactic gasps came in tandem. Jax had thoroughly mastered her world.

He kissed her cheek, nuzzling quietly. "Don't nod off yet. I'm just getting started."





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


Hours of Seven and sex, and he might be able to die a happy man. Jax rolled over and lay on his back. Seven used his bicep as a pillow. He wasn't entirely sure, but there was a decent chance that she was asleep. He was well fucked. Better than he'd been for as long as his mind could reach back. He wanted to blame his fascination with her piercings, but that would be the easy way out. She was fun. In many ways.

Fun to flirt with.

Fun to kiss, nibble, lick, and eat.

Fun to screw.

But it was the way that she came, totally and completely letting herself go, giving a raw realness in a way that he didn't know could happen. It was very… Seven-esque, and he dug it.

"You asleep?" He turned, tucking his other arm around her soft waist and sliding his palm over her hipbone.

"Nope. I just can't move."

A quiet rumble of laughter made his chest move. "My job here is done."

"I'd clap, but then…" She lifted her shoulder against him. "The whole moving thing."

"Clap, huh? That'd be a first."

One of her eyes opened. "There's a small chance I don't believe you."