Jax (Titan #9)(29)

He smirked, taking that moment to pull her naked body on top of his. "There's always the chance I'm wrong."

"You, wrong?" She nodded, sprawled over his torso, and let her chin rest against his. "That I believe a thousand times."

"Good to see pumping you full of orgasms doesn't quiet your attitude."

"Not a chance, big boy. Sorry if that was your grand plan."

"Plans come and go."

She smiled, and her mussed, bright hair hung over her face like a bold frame. "What's the next one?"

Jax ran his hands down her bare back, slowly skimming the beautiful swell of her ass. "Food."

"Oh, that's a good one. But the whole moving thing, remember?" She let her lips tickle against his as she spoke.

If he wasn't starving and she hadn't repeated how she couldn't move half a dozen times, the second time her tongue darted out and teased his lip, he would have flipped her over and started their antics again. But he was starved, and she was… whatever she was.

"A nice place like this? International business travelers?" He rolled her over carefully onto a pillow and stood, noticing that Seven didn't shrink away from how her hungry stare worked over him. "Let's see if their room service is twenty-four hours."

He glanced outside and noticed the sky wasn't the black it had been. A purple hue softened the skyline. He had no idea what time it was. Maybe the hotel even had breakfast open. He grabbed the phone and pressed the button for the front desk.

A moment later, a man answered. "Buenos dias. Cómo puedo ayudarle?"

What the hell was the word he was looking for? "El servicio a la habitación?"

"Si."

Awesome. "Anything that's la comida de desayuno."

He hung up and turned around to find Seven sitting up, knees pulled up with her arms tucked around them.

"What are we having?"

His grin hitched. "I think I ordered breakfast food. Hungry?"

She slow-clapped. "I'm impressed. Very Navy SEAL of you. Adapt to your surroundings."

Jax rolled his eyes and moved back to the pile of blankets and pillows they'd constructed into their sex den. "I can probably pull it off in Arabic too."

"Ohh, I'm getting hot and bothered all over again."

He curled his fingers, beckoning her to him, and she rolled her eyes.

"C'mere, Seven."

"You get bossy when you're hangry." She crossed her arms over her breasts.

"You've not seen me bossy, lucky." He curled his fingers again, silently calling her to him.

"You've not gotten lucky because of me… yet." She moved forward so that she was on all fours, her ass swaying back and forth.

"Oh, yeah? What would you call earlier?"

"It was inevitable." She slinked closer, crawling toward him, sending blood straight to his cock with every inch.

"Yeah—" Jax almost hissed when she burrowed into his naked lap and licked his thigh, dragging her tongue to the sensitive flesh near his groin. "Shit, Seven."

"Relax." She maneuvered his legs so that she kneeled in between them, carefully twisty-stroking his cock and letting the tip of her tongue toy with the thick ridge of his head.

"Not sure if relax is the right word." But his eyes sank shut when her lips closed around his hard-on. His breath stuttered at the wet heat enveloping him, and the smooth slide of the ball stud as her tongue feathered down him was bliss.

A vibrating moan rumbled over him as Seven worked him into her mouth. The crown hit the back of her throat, sliding deeper, and her hands felt as if they were everywhere at once. Twisting. Stroking. Massaging. She worked his shaft and played his scrotum. God, Jax was dizzy as his hips wanted to move. His mind wandered to an infinite blankness where he couldn't experience anything but her wicked mouth sucking him within an inch of his life.

Seven's blow job explored. It was messy with drool and sounds that he would remember. It was perfect, and he was trying not to come, needing this to last forever—or at least until room service arrived. Fuck.

Panting, he needed to fill her mouth. "Seven."

She nodded on him, moaning.

Jax thrust up, and she held her mouth down, gagging then massaging, gagging and working his shaft. He didn't want this to end. He gave her short, quick thrusts, and she bobbed her head in time, stacking her hands.

"Oh, shhhh—"

Seven's lips carefully stayed on the sensitive tip of his cock, her tongue and tongue stud sliding along the ridge of his crown as he came.

He collapsed back, landing on a pillow as she pulled away and curled under his arm. He was numb. Just like she'd said earlier, he couldn't move—not after he pulled her to his chest, letting her hair stick to his sweat-dampened skin.

Knock. Knock.

"Damn it." He groaned, not that he wasn't still hungry, but standing would require more effort than he could manage.

"Hang tight." Seven unwrapped from his hold and fashioned the sheet around her like a gown, the end of it trailing behind her as she headed toward the door.

Jax pulled a blanket over his lower half as she opened the door.

Seven laughed. "Wow, you ordered a lot!"

The room service waiter wheeled in their order, glancing his way briefly but catching himself and saying nothing.