Reckless

by Skye Jordan

Page 12

 

  The orgasm’s intensity dimmed, but delicious aftershocks still occasionally shuddered through her body.

  “I don’t have to see you,” he said, his own breaths fast now, “to know how fucking beautiful you are. ”

  That sharpened her mind. A little. But Jax kept his hand between her legs, still and steady, almost as if he was holding the delicious feelings in. And they seemed to obey. Floating deep inside, easing her down from the peak gently, in decadent increments.

  His head lay on her shoulder, his breath hot on her neck. “You’re amazing. ”

  Oh, God no. He had that backward. But Lexi basked in his praise. No one had said that to her—regarding sex—in…what felt like forever. She had the urge to reach up and rake her fingers through his hair. Turn her head and kiss every inch of his face. But she couldn’t move.

  “God damn, Jax,” Lexi finally whispered. “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard. ”

  A beat of silence hung before his serious, smooth voice slid in with, “I’m going to do it all again tonight” —another beat— “with my mouth. ” He pressed his lips to the space just below her ear, then whispered, “But when I’m inside you, you’re going to come so hard you scream. ”

  Nine

  Jax’s brain kept trying to slip out from under his control. And if that happened, he’d never get to work. Which, at this nearly perfect moment, wasn’t a hell of a lot of incentive to keep his mind corralled from the thought of throwing Lexi down on the couch, spreading her legs, and showing her just how much harder he could make her come. It would be easier now. The first orgasm was the hardest to get. Everything after that—cake.

  And he would get downright pissed off if he thought too long about all he was missing by walking out on her now.

  “Fucking jobs,” he muttered. “Mess up everything. ”

  Lexi was tight. Hot. Dripping wet. So responsive to his every touch he’d be able to shoot the woman to the moon.

  Tonight she wouldn’t be begging him to make her come.

  Tonight she would be begging him to stop because she couldn’t take it anymore.

  That was if he could last. He’d never had a problem before, but… He wasn’t sure if it was the darkness, the whole stranger thing, or the little surprises she kept throwing at him, but he was having a hell of a time holding back.

  “Aren’t they all the same?”

  Jax smiled, pretty sure Lexi was convinced not all orgasms were the same now.

  She was so goddamned sweet she made him ache. And he had a whole new appreciation for Wes. Jax might even have a basic understanding about the elusive formula Wes swore by: cute plus sweet equaled great sex and happiness.

  God, he wanted to take her to bed and spend the day there with her. But it would cost the production company tens of thousands in wasted filming costs, Renegades thousands in income, and a ping to Jax’s stellar reputation as the most dependable stunt guy in the business.

  That was a pretty damned expensive day of sex.

  He had to use every muscle in his body to control the pressure of his fingers as he eased his hand from the soft heat of Lexi’s nearly bare pussy. His cock was still a shaft of lead cradled against her ass. The woman had an amazing body. He could imagine why men would hit on her at the sight of it, because the feel of it made him want to throw thousands of dollars and a reputation he’d taken years to build to the wind.

  But even with his mind hazed, her excuse for hiding her identity didn’t completely ring true. He was more apt to believe her comment on the plane about his ability to damage her reputation. His own family had shied away from claiming him at numerous Hollywood events when he’d shown up in anything less than Armani, including the Taurus World Stunt Awards. His first movie where his company ran every stunt, nominated in four categories, and only his father and oldest brother had shown. Then they hadn’t sat in the seats he’d had reserved for them—next to him up front.

  A familiar hollow shadowed his excitement. He’d like to believe that painful memory had come out of the ether, but the thought of her comment on the plane had been the prompt.

  Not something he wanted to think about or face right now.

  Jax winced as Lexi pulled her nails from his forearm. That would leave a mark. Five of them, actually.

  “I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I didn’t realize…”

  “I’m fine. ” Though he was still dizzy from the adrenaline and testosterone pumping through his blood.

  She turned in his arms, pressed the front of her body against his, and Jax lost every thread of control he’d gained. All that softness, all those curves. Good God in heaven…

  “Lexi,” he groaned, his hands at her waist.

  She combed her fingers through his hair, let them slide over his forehead, his closed eyelids, his cheeks. “What color are your eyes?”

  “I don’t know,” he muttered.

  He felt stupid assigning his eyes a color. No one had ever asked him that before. The women he dated knew everything about him. At least everything they’d memorized from the Internet or what friends told them.

  She laughed, the sound light, happy, and Jax found himself smiling. “You don’t know the color of your own eyes?”

  “They’re…brown-green-something-boring. ”

  “Hazel?” she asked, a smile lifting her voice. “Are you too hot to say hazel?”

  “No, I’m too stupid. Are yours blue?”

  “Mmm-hmm. ” She cupped his face, found his lips with her thumbs, and pulled his head down. Her mouth was soft, hot. Delicious. The way she slid her tongue between his lips made him moan and tighten his hands on her waist. He pulled away. “Lex, honey, you’re not making a day on horseback look any easier. ” God, he didn’t want to leave. “Baby, I gotta go. ”

  “I know. ” Something in her voice changed, deepened. She pressed her hands against his chest and walked him backward, toward the sofa. “But I’m not sending you out to ride horses all day with a hard-on like that. ”

  His thighs hit the arm of the sofa, and she grabbed his belt. His adrenaline kicked up again. Heat burst low in his belly. He covered her hands with his, but that didn’t keep her from getting his pants undone quicker than he could.

  “Lexi, I’m sorry, baby, I don’t have time to fuck you—” Her hand slid into his underwear, and Jax sucked air. The flesh-on-flesh contact shot electricity to the base of his spine. He gripped her arms, more to steady himself than to pull them away. “Ah, shit. ”

  “You’re not going to fuck me. I’m going to fuck you. ” She pushed his jeans and underwear low enough to pull his cock into her hands. “With my mouth. ”

  She dropped to her knees. Excitement surged through Jax. He didn’t always enjoy the sight. For him, it depended on the woman. Depended on the reason she was on her knees. The real reason. Because sucking him was ultimately just a means to an end—a nonsexual end.

  But even in the dark, even only able to see Lexi’s silhouette, his chest hitched at the sight. His gut clenched in anticipation.

  She slid one hand up his belly, scratched her nails back down to the base of his cock. His shaft twitched. His balls swelled. She caressed his length in her hands. Jax fisted his hands in the sofa’s plush fabric at his hips. She licked his tip, and heat shot down his cock, exploded in his pelvis. Jax gritted his teeth.

  “And since you’re short on time,” she said, “I’ll just follow your lead and make this hard and fast. I’ll have all night to suck you off slowly and enjoy every second of it. No rushing. Right?”

  She held his cock with one hand; the other gripped his thigh through his jeans. Her words were still sinking in, the meaning not fully registering in his clouded brain when her mouth closed over the head of his cock.

  “Oh fuck,” he groaned. “Lexi—”

  She slid his entire length into her mouth. His head pushed into her tight throat, and a blast of ecstasy exploded through his shaft, pounded his
balls, and ricocheted through his ass. The muscles of Jax’s back clenched. His head dropped back. She prolonged the thrill by circling her tongue around his length and sucking him all the way out. His entire body shuddered.

  “Fuck, that’s good,” he moaned, head light, legs shaking.

  She laughed, low and sexy. “Hold on, handsome. The ride starts here. ”

  This time when she took him in, her mouth was strong—lips hungry, tongue insistent, suction that made Jax dig his fingers into the sofa. He couldn’t control the sounds that came out of his throat, more animal than human.

  When she’d sucked him from her mouth and circled his head with her tongue, Jax forced a hand from the sofa and combed a hand into her hair. It was so soft. So silky. It felt good between his fingers. Lexi slid her tongue down the underside of his cock, and need expanded in Jax’s belly. Rose along his spine.

  “Baby…” he growled. And couldn’t get anything else out when her tongue stroked his sack.

  He fisted the hand in her hair, and Lexi moaned in pleasure. The sound shivered over his balls and into the base of his cock like a vibrator.

  “Lexi, shit…”

  She smiled. He felt the curve of her mouth against his cock. As her tongue slid over his length again, both her hands roamed up and under his T-shirt. Hot fingers traced his muscles, found his nipples, brushed. His skin tightened. Body trembled.

  “You’re trying to make me late. ”

  “Not exactly trying…” she murmured, pleasure softening her voice. “You’re just so…delicious. And I am going to lick every inch of you tonight. But you’re right. I need to stay focused. ”

  She dragged her hands back down his chest, his belly, her palms leaving a hot trail. Then she took his hand still on the sofa and pulled it to her head so he held her with both. “Touch me. ”

  He’d slipped to a slouched seat on the arm of the sofa. She shouldered his legs wider, pressed her arms to his thighs, and took his length in her hands. Jax spread his fingers and combed them through her hair, pulling it off her face.

  The feel of her hot mouth sliding over him made Jax’s mouth drop open, his eyes squeeze closed, a deep moan roll from his chest. There wasn’t any such thing as a bad blowjob, but the really, really good ones weren’t all that common either. To get a really mind-blowing mouth fuck, a woman had to love doing it. Had to get turned on by doing it. Had to want to suck a guy as much as the guy wanted to get sucked. And seeing as men would rather get sucked than eat, it was a rare quality in a woman.

  Lexi clearly had that quality. She was relentless. Creative. Generous.

  He had to admit, the lack of light heightened every other sensation—her scent, her every touch, every sound she made. It was hot in a way Jax had never experienced. Intense in the way it created an extreme intimacy with a complete stranger. But this was one place he wanted lights. Blazing lights. He wanted to watch every move of her fingers, her tongue, her lips over him. He wanted to watch his cock slide between her lips. He wanted her looking into his eyes when she took him deep into her mouth. Like now.