Dangerous Curves

by James, Marysol

  “You OK?” he asked her.

  She nodded.

  “You want to stop, you say so.” He brought her hand to his mouth, licked her palm. “You can stop this anytime.”

  “I’m not going to stop it,” she said. “I want this.”

  “Me too.”

  His kiss was demanding now, hard and possessive, and her surrender was immediate and absolute. She was tired of always being in control, always making the decisions, always holding back her desires for some greater good. She wanted Jax to just take her, no asking permission or checking if she was OK with what was happening. Whatever he did was going to be just fine with her.

  He was moving down her body now, his mouth and fingers playing with her nipples. She arched in to his touch, loving it; it was good, but she knew it was going to be better. The memory of his fingers inside her returned full-force, and her pussy gave a spasm.

  Jax felt her shudder and he knew that she was heating up. Sarah’s whole gorgeous body was tensing and straining, getting ready for his lips to go where she seemed to want them the most. He fought to go slow, to be tender, but she didn’t seem the slightest bit interested in either of those things. No, she was a different woman tonight. Hot. Needy. Open.

  Ready.

  His finger dipped inside her, found nothing but slick heat. God, she was so fucking wet, and he pushed a bit deeper. It was an easy glide in, and her gasp of pleasure made him harder than he could remember being in years.

  “I’m going to kiss you now,” he said, his voice pure animal. “I’m going to kiss you until you come against my mouth.”

  “Jax, please…”

  “Beg me more, baby.” He withdrew his finger from her pussy, brought it to his mouth. As she watched, he sucked it clean and she moaned at the look on his face “Fuck… you’re delicious. I want to have my tongue where my finger just was – but you’ve got to beg me to do it. Make me believe you want it.”

  “Please… please.” She was writing now, rubbing her thighs together to try to relieve the throbbing building between them. “Kiss me, Jax. Kiss me where I ache.”

  His eyes flared and without a word, he slid down the length of her body. He opened her legs wide, pinned her even wider with his huge shoulders. He slid his hands under her, palming her generous ass, and he lifted Sarah to him. Her thighs fell open more, and he saw her clit glistening between her swollen folds.

  Fuck. So beautiful.

  Jax pressed a small kiss against her taut, burning bundle of nerves. Delicate, tender, teasing. Her reaction was something else: she cried out, harsh and wild, and her whole body arched off the sofa, pushing in to his mouth. She was offering herself to him, and damned if he was going to refuse what she was giving.

  He took the tiny bud between his lips, pressing and pushing, then releasing. Again and again, until her fingers were tangled in his hair, pulling him closer. She was moaning, gasping, saying his name over and over. Sarah was a woman on the verge of losing her mind, and Jax didn’t want to play with her anymore. He wanted her to come.

  He released her clit and she made a sound of protest; it was cut off when he thrust his tongue inside her. He speared her, deep and hard, felt her muscles flutter. When he pulled out, a rush of arousal followed, and trickled down her inner thighs. He groaned now and inhaled her. Fuck, she was musky and sweet, totally mouthwatering.

  And she’s all mine.

  He licked her soaked slit, ran his tongue up its full length, lapping up her juices. He tasted every single inch of her, worshipped the most secret parts of her. When he touched her clit again, Sarah jerked under him. He tightened his grip on her ass, held her closer to his mouth. No way she was going anywhere.

  Finally, finally, he focused on her tense little bud. He stroked it hard and fast, rolled over it without pause, not letting up even as Sarah started to scream. Her hips bucked, thrusting and rocking and arching her pussy in to his mouth, demanding that he keep going.

  Sarah couldn’t believe what Jax was making her feel. Nothing that Dave had done to her had ever come close to this – it was unbelievable that he’d ever been down there for ages, trying to do what Jax was doing with such ease and in mere seconds. She was a shaking, shuddering bundle of carnal need. She was close, so close, and she fought to bring her swollen lips as close to Jax’s tongue as she could. She wondered if she’d ever be close enough to this man.

  Jax lifted his head, waited until she opened her eyes and stared down at him as he crouched between her quivering thighs. He smiled to see her in this moment: her eyes were blue fire, her beautiful face flushed and glowing.

  “You want to come, baby?”

  “Oh.” It was a sigh and a groan. “Oh, God, yes. I want to come… I’m ready to come.”

  “I want you to call my name when you go over the edge. I want to hear how much you love what I’m doing to you.”

  She nodded frantically. “Yes, yes.”

  “Promise me, now.”

  “I promise. Jax, please!”

  He lowered his head, his tongue lashing at her now, no mercy, no reprieve. And Sarah came apart under his mouth, came hard against his mouth. She screamed his name in time with the clench and release of her pussy muscles, over and over, not even hearing herself. But Jax heard her, heard the way she called his name from some bottomless pit of lust as she came for him.

  I want her to say my name exactly like this forever.

  She collapsed suddenly, every single muscle in her body limp with sweet exhaustion. Jax mouthed small kisses against her trembling thighs, then worked his way slowly up her body, giving her time to recover. He kissed her stomach, her hips, the curve of her breasts. By the time he got to her mouth, she was sobbing and he tucked her head under his chin, holding her until she came back to herself.

  Dimly, Sarah felt his hands in her hair, felt him roll over on to his back and cradle her against his chest. She was weak, almost boneless, and his steady strength felt good. Jax was an anchor in the hurricane of confusing emotions and sensations, and she just held on to him. Waited for the storm to pass.

  When she could feel her fingers and toes again, she raised her head. He was staring down at her, and when he smiled and dropped a tiny kiss on her mouth, she felt a tug on her heart.

  “You doing OK?” he said.

  “Oh, hell, yeah.”

  He laughed. “That was an enthusiastic response.”

  She raised her eyebrows. “It’s the night for those, I guess.”

  “No kidding.” He shook his head. “You are so not defective.”

  “You are so right.”

  The kissed again, and Sarah propped herself up on one hand, her curls falling over one shoulder. “Jax?”

  “Yeah, doll?”

  “Can I touch you?”

  He froze. “What?”

  “Can. I. Touch. You.”

  Jax was paralyzed, totally unable to answer. Hell, yes, he wanted her to touch him. He needed it, like he needed air. But he didn’t want to scare Sarah – no matter how much he longed to come in her hands, he couldn’t forget her inexperience.

  She smiled at him. “You worried about me?”

  He unstuck his throat now. “Yeah. I mean… I don’t want to push you.”

  “Well.” She ran her hand down his body now, tracing the muscles of his naked chest. “What if I told you that I’ve been dreaming about touching you?”

  Jax gulped as she skimmed over the front of his jeans.

  “What if I said that I wanted to see you?” She unbuckled and unsnapped and unzipped, and he lifted his hips as she tugged the jeans down his muscled thighs. “What if I said that I wanted to kiss you?”

  His cock pulsed and jumped, and she saw it. He shut his eyes, praying for strength as she touched him through his boxers, running up and down his length.

  “Jax?”

  �
��Yeah?”

  “Get naked. Now.”

  Yes, ma’am.

  He pulled down his boxer shorts and his cock sprang out, huge and amazing. Sarah saw the tip already coated in pre-cum and she smiled. A predatory, uniquely female smile. The smile of a woman who knows that she’s desired, and who knows full well the power she has over a man.

  Jax saw the look in her eyes and he actually groaned aloud. He’d been jerking off every morning and every night in the shower, imagining this exact scenario with her; now that it was here, he was completely certain he’d last all of eight seconds.

  And that’s if I’m fucking lucky.

  Sarah reached for him. She thumbed the tip of his cock and felt savage satisfaction when he gave a hoarse cry and fell back on the sofa with his eyes shut. Gently, she circled the head, her fingers already slippery with his arousal, then slowly ran up and down his length. He was hot, hard. He was better than she’d imagined, so much more beautiful. She pumped him slowly, and admired his helpless response. She had to kiss him.

  She moved down his body and he opened his eyes.

  “Sarah…”

  “Shhh.” Her tongue stroked the crown, lapping at his salty sweetness. “I want to taste you.”

  “But…”

  She licked his cock, hard and fast, and he shut up and just focused on not coming immediately. His hands moved to her head, and he wrapped his fingers in her hair, teetering on the edge already. At his touch, she opened her mouth and took him whole, and Jax gave a harsh cry of surprise.

  Holy fuck, where did she learn to do that?

  It was too much now, too fucking intense. His raised his hips to her mouth, pleading for her to not stop. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip every time she drew back. When she felt his thighs shaking and heard him begging, she knew he was close. Sarah pulled back completely and held him in her hand, waited for him to look at her.

  Jax raised his head and she smiled. His green eyes were hazy as he stared at her.

  “You want to come, baby?” she asked, echoing his teasing words back at him.

  “Oh, God.” The sheer desperation in his voice came out as a rasp. “Yes. I want to come… I need to come.”

  She lowered her mouth to his cock, holding his eyes the whole time. She licked him, a long, slow stroke that went down his whole length. “I want you to call my name when you go over, Jax. I want you to show me that you love what I’m doing to you.”

  He was so turned on, he literally couldn’t speak.

  “Promise me,” she said. She rubbed her soft lips over his head. “Promise me now.”

  “I promise,” he ground out. “Sarah, please. Fuck, you’re killing me.”

  “Good. Serves you right.”

  But she took pity on him and sucked him back in to her mouth. She encircled all of him, so snug and warm, and he knew he was lost now: his stomach muscles tightened, his back arched right off the sofa, his whole body clenched with the need to let go. Then a thought came to him through the mind-bending pleasure.

  Wait. Fuck, wait. I can’t come in her mouth.

  His fingers pressed in to her scalp and he tried to pull away. “Sarah… Sarah, I’m going to come. I can’t hold off any longer…”

  She didn’t move away from him – quite the opposite, actually. She took him deeper, harder, stronger. He suddenly understood that she wasn’t going to let him go, that she wanted all of him just like this, and that knowledge ripped his climax right out of him. He pulsed, released, came; her name was a torn plea uttered over and over again. And she stayed right with him, not letting up the pressure or pace, not until he was done.

  She pulled back now, slow and sweet, holding him the whole time. He muttered a curse as she dropped a delicate kiss on his sensitive tip, then she crawled back up his body. She lay her head on his heaving chest, her fingers playing with the dark hair peppering his pecs. Jax was stunned, speechless, and all he could do was catch his breath.

  “Where the fuck did you learn that?” he said when he could talk again.

  She grinned up at him. “You liked it?”

  “Liked it? Are you kidding me? I loved it.”

  “Good.”

  “But where did a nice girl pick that up? Seriously.”

  She shrugged. “Nice girls can have naughty thoughts, you know.”

  “That is for damn sure.” He took a deep breath. “You’re something else, doll.”

  “You too.”

  The oven timer went off and they grinned at each other.

  “Perfect timing, huh?” she said.

  “Yeah.” Jax kissed her now, so tender and soft. “Well, it seems that we had dessert before dinner.”

  She laughed. “I don’t mind… do you?”

  “No way, Red. And anyway, we can have seconds in the pool after, right?”

  Her pussy heated up yet again. She loved the thought of his mouth and fingers on her, in her; she adored the thought of him groaning under her touch and tongue again.

  “Oh, yeah.” She ran her finger over his lower lip. “We sure as hell can, Stud.”

  Chapter Ten

  “So, let me get this straight. For the past two weeks, you and Jax have been doing everything except having sex?” Elise’s blue eyes were wide and confused. “Why? Why are you waiting?”

  Sarah took a sip of her coffee. “Because we don’t have the time to do things properly.”

  Elise choked on her own coffee. “What the hell, Sarah? Is he planning to fuck you for three hours straight or something?” She thought about the large, scowling guy who had told Richard to not cause any trouble in his place, and she shivered. Jax had scared her quite a bit with his hard eyes and bad-ass vibe, but he’d intrigued her, too, with that amazing face and body. And now Sarah was telling her that Jax was actually tender and careful with her.

  Shit. Maybe I picked the wrong sexy biker to hit on that night, huh?

  Sarah flushed. “No, that’s not it. It’s more – after.”

  “After what?”

  Sarah sighed and pushed her hair off her face. “Right now, I’m seeing him four times a week or so. Some evenings, some afternoons, depending on Mom’s schedule.”

  “Yeah. And?”

  “And we usually get maybe two hours together before one or both of us have to go.”

  “Go where?”

  “Well, my final deadline is looming, so I’m up to my eyeballs in stuff for Lemongrass. Mom’s taking extra shifts to save up for the winter heating bills, so I need to be around when she’s not there, and somewhere in between all of this, I do have to sleep. And Jax is spending tons of time at Curves lately. I don’t think he’s had a free night in almost two weeks.”

  “He’s the boss. Can’t he take time off?”

  “Sure, but something’s going on and it’s giving him some problems.”

  “Like what?”

  Sarah bit her lip. “I’m not totally sure… something about some motorcycle club members coming in to Curves stoned out of their minds and causing trouble. Starting fights, being too aggressive with women, wrecking stuff in the back rooms.”

  “This is like something off TV,” Elise said. “But can’t Jax and his bouncers just kick the guys out? Or just refuse them entrance in the first place?”

  “Yeah, that’s what he’s trying to do, but it means talking to the gang leader. Something about showing proper respect.”

  “He’s talking to the MC President!” Elise said. When she saw Sarah’s quizzical look she explained, “I watch ‘Sons of Anarchy’.”

  “Yeah, OK. I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Sarah shook her head. “Anyway, the leader is dealing with his guys his way, and he’s promised Jax no more trouble. But Jax wants to be there in the evenings, just to keep an eye on things. I get the sense that he’s not at all relaxed about t
he arrangement, so he’s there by eight o’clock most nights, which means I don’t see him.”

  “I get it.” Elise studied her friend. “You guys don’t want to just screw and head out the door. Right?”

  “Uh-huh.” Sarah flushed more. “He wants to do this right, he says, and that means having hours and hours together. I think he wants to be able to make sure that I’m OK after my first time.”

  “God,” Elise said. “He’s not how he looks, huh?”

  “I know.” Sarah grinned. “He’s kind of a surprise.”

  “Yeah, I know a guy who surprises me, too.” Elise sighed. “But unfortunately, I don’t always get nice surprises from him.”

  “Yeah, I wanted to ask, how's it going with Richard?”

  “Oh, fine.” She shrugged. “He’s been behaving himself beautifully since he found me at Curves with Mac.”

  “So – everything’s OK?” Sarah checked.

  “Sure is.” Elise flashed her a smile, and Sarah once again admired her friend’s all-American good looks. Elise was blonde and blue-eyed, short and slim, with large breasts and perfect white teeth. High school head cheerleader, Homecoming Queen, sorority girl. She was stunning and gorgeous, and Sarah wished hard that she’d just find some other guy who’d really appreciate it all. Or even better, for Elise to spend some time on her own, without a guy trying to determine her every move.

  “That’s good to hear,” Sarah said. “So I guess that means you won’t come back to Curves with me one weekend? Pick things up with Mac?”

  “Nope. Not this time.” Elise’s eyes twinkled. “But if Richard ever cheats again? I’ll go on back to the bar and take Mac up on his offer.”

  “What offer?”

  “Nuh-uh.” Elise shook her head. “That’s between me and Mac… but let me tell you, if he delivered on just half of the stuff he was whispering in my ear that night? I don’t think I’d be able to walk for two days after.”

  “There are worse things than getting in to bed with a tattooed bad boy,” Sarah teased her.

  “Yeah, I guess.” Elise looked regretful for a few seconds. “So get in to bed with yours, girl. And then report back to those of us not walking on the wild side.”