by Jessica Marx
Since Kelly announced that she wouldn’t be home in front of Jax, I’m not really sure what to do now. My heart is telling me that spending the night together may not be a good idea, but my body is telling me otherwise. We stand in front of the door while I argue with myself in my head about what I should do.
“So, I have this tiramisu if you want to share it,” Jaxson offers, holding up the bag.
“I do like tiramisu,” I reply.
I put my key in the lock. My hands are shaking. I haven’t been with a guy in a very long time, and I know if Jax comes in, nothing will be the same once he leaves.
The house is dark aside from a small light we leave on in the kitchen. I flick on a lamp in the living room. Jax places the dessert on the coffee table and takes a seat on the couch. He takes the television remote and starts flipping through the channels.
I grab a couple of water bottles and forks and drop them on the coffee table. I take a seat on the couch, being sure to leave some room between us. I tug at the hem of my skirt when I catch him looking at my legs. Jax settles on some late night talk show. He puts the remote down and tears the bag open.
“Hungry?” I laugh.
“No. That’s just how a man opens a bag,” he quips right back.
Jax opens the container and takes a big forkful to his mouth. I take a tiny scoop with the edge of my own fork. Jax rolls his eyes at me.
“What?” I ask.
“Are you really going to get all girly on me now?”
“I am a girl.”
“That bite was pretty lame,” he says, taking another heaping forkful.
“I’m sorry if my dessert eating methods offend you, or make me look girly.” I take a slightly larger portion this time. When I put it in my mouth, I feel the cream spread over the side of my lips. I look down, but there are no napkins.
“See?” I laugh, holding my hand over my face, “being girly isn’t always a bad thing.”
Jax leans over and pulls my hand away from my face. I look down, embarrassed, “don’t look at me now - my face is a mess.”
“Maybe it’s your dirty girl trying to come out,” he says mischievously.
My face turns red and I start to get up, “oh, stop. Let me get a napkin.”
“You don’t need one,” Jax says. He swipes his finger across my lip, clearing away the cream, “see. All better.” He places his finger between my lips and without thinking twice, I suck the cream off of his finger tip.
Jax’s eyes narrow as he gazes at me, “that was really hot.”
“What?” I ask innocently. I know what I did, but it just happened. I didn't even mean it.
“The way you sucked the cream off the tip.”
“Oh my God. You’re…” before I utter another word, Jax leans over so that he’s almost right on top of me. I can’t finish the sentence. I can barely breathe the way my heart is racing right now.
“I’m what?” he asks quietly into my ear. His breath sends chills up my spine.
“Really fucking sexy,” I say in a husky voice that doesn’t sound like my own. Jaxson moves his head so that we are face to face. He looks into my eyes and then crashes his lips down onto mine.
I put my hands in his hair and pull him into me. I have never wanted anyone so bad in my life. Our kiss is passionate and full of desire, our tongues probing one another, trying to get deeper. Jaxson tugs gently on my hair, forcing my head back and exposing my neck. He breaks our kiss to suck gently on my throat. He holds his hand in my hair as he sucks his way down to my breasts.
Jax lets go of my hair and leans back, “stand up.”
“What?” I ask breathless and confused.
“Just stand up for me, baby.”
Although I’m not sure why, I don’t question him. I listen to his instructions and stand before him. Jax stands up in front of me, but only long enough to pull my dress off my shoulders. He slides the material down over my breasts, letting his thumbs graze over my nipples, twirling around them before continuing.
He pulls the material farther down. I wiggle my hips to make it easier. The dress falls to the floor. Jax takes my chin in his hand and kisses me again. I put my arms up around his shoulders and we fall into another deep kiss. Jax cups my breasts in his hands over the lacy material. A throaty groan escapes his mouth into mine. He reaches one hand to my back and easily unhooks my bra and reaches to my shoulders to take it off. I return the favor by slipping his shirt up over his head.
Jax leans down and takes one nipple into his mouth, cupping my bare breast in his hand. He sucks on it gently at first, then a little harder, making me jump.
“Was that too hard?” he asks, breaking the silence.
I look down at Jax, his gray eyes looking up at me, “no. I like it,” I answer in a whisper. The look in his eyes changes to something naughty. He puts his attention back to my chest and sucks on my other nipple, pulling at it with his teeth. It’s not painful, but hurts just enough to feel good - really good.
He leans back into the couch and sits down, placing kisses down my stomach as he does. His eyes graze over my body which, other than the small piece of lace that makes up my thong, is totally exposed. I blush.
“Don’t blush now, baby. You look fucking incredible - better than I imagined.”
“Oh? You’ve imagined me naked?” I tease.
“Yes. Many, many times,” he easily admits, “I imagined touching you,” he says, running his hands over my middle. He slides one hand down over my sex and moves it back and forth over the thin piece of material covering me. Jax places soft kisses on my belly, “and I imagined kissing you.” Pulling the material aside, he easily slides one finger inside me.
Jax keeps kissing and sucking on my lower belly while massaging my insides with his finger. He moves his other hand down and rubs my clit with his thumb. I moan and grab onto his shoulders. It’s been a long time since anyone has touched me this way. Even if it hadn’t been, the way his hands make me feel is like nothing I’ve ever felt before.
“I imagined tasting you,” he says softly. I look down and see Jax looking up at me again. He spreads his tongue over my damp heat and holds my gaze with his eyes as he takes one long, slow lick. I squeeze his shoulders. They’re all muscle. He doesn’t flinch under my grasp.
Jax takes hold of my panties and pulls them down to the floor. He scoots off the couch and gets onto his knees in front of me. He places his hands on my hips and easily moves me to the couch, sitting me on the edge. My legs spread for him. He reaches up and takes my breasts in his hands, massaging them. Jax gently sucks on the inside of my thigh. He’s teasing me, making me want him. It’s working.
He licks me again. Just once - long and slow right up my slit. I pull at his hair, begging for more - but he doesn’t give it to me yet. Jax playfully slides his tongue up and down my inner thigh, grazing the very edge of my sex before doing it again. He repeats the motion on my other leg, tweaking my nipples with his strong fingers while he does.
I pull at him again, my hips bucking up to try and meet his mouth. This time, he gives in. Jax thrusts his tongue inside me. He works it around skillfully, pushing it inside me and out, like he’s fucking me. It feels amazing. He spreads my nether lips with his fingers and continues to lick me, pressing his tongue to my clit. He works it with small circles. My hips arch up to meet him, and he slides his finger inside me.
I moan loudly as Jax uses his finger to stimulate my insides while his tongue works the outside. My breathing quickens. I grasp at his back - needing to touch him in any way I can - I can’t control myself. I take hold of Jax’s hair as my body begins to quiver. He continues the steady rhythm with his fingers while my juices flow over his tongue. Jax takes it all in without stopping.
When I begin to relax a bit, Jax kisses his way up my torso, stopping to suck on my breasts and gently bite my nipples. He kisses my neck, and then my lips. He parts my lips with his tongue. I can taste my own arousal on him and it makes me want him even more.
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bsp; Jax leans me back on the coach and positions himself over me. His shirt is off, but his pants are still on. I reach down and hastily undo his jeans. His cock is so hard it almost pushes right through his boxers. Our mouths still pressed together, I pull at his jeans, yanking them and his boxers down in one motion. I lean up and catch an eyeful of what I just released.
“Holy shit,” I say, breaking our mouths apart.
“What?” he asks innocently.
I take his shaft in my hand and begin to stroke it. I wrap my other hand around it too and move them in unison. I knew Jax was big, but I had no idea he was this big.
“I don’t know if I can handle all that,” I say, pointing my eyes downward.
“Don’t worry, babe. I’ll go nice and easy. You’re so fucking wet, I’m sure I can slide right in there.” Hearing Jax say that makes my heart race even more. He’s so fucking hot and sexy and… “unless you don’t want me to,” he adds quickly.
“No! No, I want you to.”
“Good, because now that I had my taste, I don’t want to stop.”
With that, Jax crashes his lips onto mine once more. I pull him down onto me. He doesn’t enter me, just teases me, moving his long cock up and down over me. Our tongues move passionately together - both of us full of need and desire. He moves his hands down and stealthily slides a condom he must have slipped out onto his shaft. I groan with anticipation.
I spread my legs wider, making more room for his large body to fit inside mine. The tip of Jax’s cock begins to enter me. I grab onto his butt, wanting and urging him to push himself inside me, but he sticks to his word, making that first stroke nice and easy. I don’t know if it is to make me feel more comfortable or to drive me wild - either way - it’s working. Jax immerses himself in me. His cock fills me up entirely, touching every single nerve ending I have.
“Fuck. Your pussy is so tight. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to do this.”
“Just do it,” I order. Then add, “please.”
Jax laughs, “my pleasure.”
He kisses me again and slowly pulls his hips back, then quickly thrusts himself all the way back in. I dig my nails into his ass like I’m holding on for my life. He keeps a steady motion, pushing and pulling himself in and out. I rock my hips, grinding into him.
“Oh my God,” I call out, breathlessly.
Jax quickens his pace. I move my hands from his backside to his face, holding him there. My tongue slashes around in his mouth as our bodies move together. His cock filling and emptying me, making me cry out for more each time.
My body begins to shake again and I feel Jax start to throb inside of me. He continues to make long strokes, both of us feeling one another climax at the same time.
“Fuck. Yes,” Jax blurts out. His body shaking as he empties himself inside me. Even with a condom on, I know he feels me gushing over him.
I pull him closer into me. Our bodies continue to move, but the rhythm becomes slower. We rock together but with much more gradual, tired movements.
Jax brushes the hair away from my face and places soft kisses on my cheek. My eyes are closed, but I’m smiling.
“That was incredible,” he says.
“It was.”
We lie together like that for a while. Jax perched up on his elbows so his weight isn’t resting on me. He strokes my hair. I run my fingers up and down his back. I feel amazing. I feel like I just made love for the fist time ever.
This night and the last few weeks leading up to it have stirred feelings in me that I’ve never known. I’m feeling things I never thought I would - especially not with Jaxson James. I hope I’m not putting my heart on the line. I’m afraid that I just might be falling in love. Fuck
Chapter 17
JAXSON
I don’t want to get out of bed, but I have to. We have a game tomorrow and a big practice today. I lie still next to Sydney. Her naked body is curled up against mine. Her chest is pressed up against mine. The steady sound of her breathing and the feeling of her chest rising and falling has me completely relaxed - which is the opposite of how we spent last night.
Admittedly, I have been with many women - too many to count. Not one of them has made me feel even close to the way it felt when Sydney and I made love. That must be the difference - we made love. I don’t think I’ve ever done that before. I’ve fucked, had sex, banged, whatever - but never made love - and it was amazing. It’s all I want to do from now on, and I only want to do it with her.
I could tell Syd was a little nervous at first. I knew she was holding back. Once she let herself go - it was fucking magical. She’s beautiful, smart, and sexy as hell. I hate myself for never giving her the time of day before. Maybe that’s not such a bad thing though. I’m sure I would have broken her heart back then. I was a cocky son of a bitch. Still am - but I appreciate what she has now and I have no intention of letting her go.
I stroke her head lightly and she stirs a bit. She doesn’t wake up, and I don’t want her to. It’s early and we had a long, hard, night. I try to ease my way out of the bed without waking Sydney, but once I move out from under her, those big, brown eyes sleepily stare up at me.
“You’re leaving?” she asks in a groggy voice, disappointed.
I quickly realize she must think I’m sneaking out like this was some kind of one night stand, “yeah. I have an early practice, remember?” I know I mentioned it to her, but we were pretty sleepy by then.
“Yes. Don’t go yet,” she says. I can see the devilish look in her sleepy eyes.
“I wish I didn’t have to. I promise I will make it up to you.”
I walk around her room picking up my clothing. I brought it in here last night in case Kelly came home early. Sydney sits up in bed and wraps the covers around herself. She’s watching me get dressed. I like it.
“This is the first time I’ve seen you naked, you know.”
“I’m pretty sure you saw a lot of me last night.”
“Yes, but that was like, bits and pieces. This is the whole thing.”
I smile, “the whole thing, huh?” I sit down next to her and put my socks on.
“I’m glad you rigged that bet.”
“What?”
“You know, bet that you could get Mikey to pass.”
“I didn’t rig anything,” I reply.
“You knew you could tutor him. You have the smarts - and the grades to prove it.”
I turn to look Syd in the face, “no, sweetie, you misjudged me. You thought I was just another dumb jock.”
“I guess,” she says looking away, “I’m sorry.”
“Doesn’t matter now. We both got what we wanted.”
Sydney sits up, “what? You mean, that’s it?”
“Oh, no. I didn’t mean it like that.” I take her in my arms and hold her close, “you’re stuck with me now. I’m not going anywhere.”
She breathes a sigh of relief. She seems to now be questioning all the trust she had in me last night.
“Except practice.” I kiss her softly and stand to leave.
“Will I see you later?”
“Mesquite has a game tonight, but I’m not sure I’ll make it. I’m going to try though.”
“Okay.”
“I’ll call you and let you know. You can come with me if I go - if you want to.”
“Sure,” she smiles.
I walk toward the bedroom door.
“Jax?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks for last night. I had a good time.”
“Just good? I’ll have to try harder next time.” He winks, “see you later sweet tits.”
Sydney laughs and throws something at me behind the closed door. I expect she’ll be going back to sleep. She’s got to be tired - and sore. Syd was right, she’s not like other girls - not at all - and I love it.
Chapter 18
SYDNEY
“Tell me everything,” Kelly insists before closing the front door behind her.
“Oh, h
ello to you too.”
“Who cares about ‘hellos’? Dish it, girl,” Kelly says, sitting down at the kitchen table.
“You’re crazy,” I laugh, “how was your night?”
“Stop stalling.”
“Jeez, my night was fun. We had a good time.”
“Cool. Now stop talking to me like I’m your grandmother and tell me what really happened.”
I laugh and take a seat across from her, “it was amazing.”
“Ha! I knew it. Tell me more.”
I stare off into space as I relay some of last night’s events to Kelly. I don’t get into every detail though. Some things are meant to be private.
“Well, did he have a rattler or an anaconda?” she asks when I’m done.
“Oh my God!” I yell. We both laugh.
“Holy shit. The rumors are true aren’t they?”
My face turns bright red.
“Rattler on the green, anaconda in between,” Kelly chants.
“You should be a cheerleader,” I quip.
“Oh yeah, totally.”
We laugh some more and then settle down again.
“I’m happy for you, Syd. You look like a new woman already - seriously.”
“Thanks. I just hope I’m not falling into some trap. I really like Jax. I don’t want to look like an idiot.”
“You won’t. He’s totally into you. Even Tim thinks so.”
“Well, if Tim thinks it, it must be true,” I joke.
The subject of conversation changes. I’m glad we’re not talking about me anymore - although I kind of want to. What I felt with Jax - what I feel about him - it’s real. When he was inside me last night, I know he felt it too. It wasn’t just sexual, it was emotional. There’s something there - something meaningful. He has to feel it too - right?
I want to talk to Kelly about it, but I’m not ready yet. She wanted me to go out and have fun - and I did. I haven’t been with anyone since Ryder and I broke up. I don’t want her getting worried now that I’m falling for the first guy to give me the time of day. I’m not exactly sure that’s what’s happening, but I don’t want anyone else making that call. I need to be more certain of how Jax and I feel first. It’s hard to believe we’ve only spent one night together. I should slow down and be a little more careful - but I think it’s already too late.