Brynn stuck her tongue out at him and smirked. “Last time anyone was on the floor, it was you.”
“Exactly my point, love. And what were you doing while I was on my back?”
She crossed her arms over her chest and struck a naughty pose. “A gentleman wouldn’t remind a lady of the times she acted out her inner slut.”
“Better find yourself a gentleman then,” he taunted. “I rather enjoy your inner slut.”
Brynn twirled away and headed for the stairs, swinging her hips like a stripper taking the stage, saying, “Yeah, well…she’s chomping at the bit tonight so you better make this good or she might decide to take a permanent vacation.”
Jax followed her but waited at the bottom of the stairs while she did her very best teasing climb, wondering the entire time what his view of her was with the naughty crotch-less panties on. She heard him muttering, “Fucking, eh,” as he stomped after her and tried not to go up in flames before they even got started.
He poured two glasses of bubbly, sank onto one of the easy chairs, and patted his lap. “Come here my beauty.” She practically skipped toward him in her haste to do as he asked. Brynn loved, no really loved, sitting on his lap.
“How do you want me?” she asked as her heart started thumping like a bass drum.
He smiled slowly. “Ass here,” he pointed to one thigh, “and knees here,” he gestured to the other. “Ankles crossed like the lady you are. Back straight and tits out, of course.”
She bent over quickly and surprised him with a smacking kiss, then lowered onto his thighs and sat like the fucking Queen of England upon her throne. Yep. She really liked being on his lap.
He watched her for a moment, and then scooped her breasts from the demi cups of her bra, which only made them more prominent than usual.
Jax handed her a flute and held his up for another toast. Judging by the look on his face she knew this one would be something on the lewd or raunchy side. The thought made her pussy vibrate with desire.
“To you, my love. And to fucking the shit out of your inner slut while I think of you as the Queen of my heart.”
Holy shitballz. Was he kidding? Who the hell was this guy and why did every damn thing that came out of his dirty mouth turn her one like there was no tomorrow? Oh my dear sweet Lord. He’d never know how hard it was for her to stay still and not fall on him like some half-crazed nympho. She wiggled her ass for good measure and smiled when his eyes narrowed.
They each drank a good amount then he took her glass away and said, “Put your hands behind your back.” In that position her tits were presented in all their glory, making Brynn suck in a deep breath.
Jax circled a finger around one swollen tip and watched her reaction. “Hmmm, next time I think we need to tie your hands. I kind of like the idea of you helpless and moaning while I suck your pretty nipples.”
“Handcuffs frighten me,” she told him quickly before she lost her nerve.
“Yeah,” he admitted. “Me too. I was thinking of something more along the lines of a silk scarf.”
She jumped and gasped when he poured a dribble of the cold champagne on one of her aching breasts. It dripped off the end and landed on her stomach until he leaned in and licked her skin, stopping to lazily draw on a nipple with his talented lips.
“Unf,” she moaned. “Again.”
Brynn struggled to keep her hands behind her back and stay upright as he proceeded to anoint her heaving tits with the cold champagne as he licked, sucked, and nibbled every inch.
She was starting to feel wild and untamed, helplessly squirming on the bulge pressing on her bottom. Knowing her pussy was exposed and that she was getting wetter by the moment made her wonder if she was leaving a damp spot on his pants. She hoped so. What could be sexier than that, she wondered.
“Want some?” he drawled. Pouring a stream of bubbly on his neck, Jax turned and offered her a taste. Brynn didn’t hesitate to dive onto his flesh with her tongue, licking the delicious drink off his skin. Unfortunately, from the position she was in she couldn’t continue to follow the dripping liquid down his chest, but dammit, she sure as hell wanted to.
As usual he could read her thoughts and chuckled wickedly. “Don’t fret my Queen. You’ll get your chance soon. I know my naughty slut is imagining how my cock will taste when it’s dripping with champagne.” Was that her whimpering? Yes indeed it was. He knew her so damn well.
“You have the most delicious tits. I could sit here all night and do this but we need to save some champagne don’t you think?” She eagerly nodded her head and waited for whatever came next.
“Time for a change. Give me your hands.”
She unclutched them from behind her back and presented them to him. He took them into his big ones and turned so her palms were facing up then brought them to his mouth so he could press soft wet kisses on her wrists and into the center of her palms. The sensation was incredible, and she shivered from head to toe. When he was finished he gently laid both hands on his chest, with one right over his heart.
“Feel that?” Brynn nodded and looked into his beautiful eyes. “That’s my heart beating for you. Only for you.”
With her hands resting on his skin Jax removed the clips that held her hair up, running his fingers through the tumbling tresses with a deep sigh. Touching the beautiful sapphire at her throat he pressed a sweet, wet kiss just above where it rested and sighed again.
“You’re so fucking beautiful but enough with the gentle, easy stuff. Your body is calling to me, baby. I can feel the heat between your legs, and the way you’re squirming is turning my cock to stone. Over to the bed now so I can kneel at your feet and take those sexy silk stocking off.”
Brynn wanted to pole vault off him and sprint to the bed but thought better of it. Laying down just the right amount of wiggle, she rubbed her sweet spot on his hardness and used her hands on his chest for leverage as she slowly eased off his thighs to stand proudly before him. Her eyes drifted to his lap and found the evidence she was hoping for on his dress slacks of her damp response to his powerful seduction. She gave him a come-hither smile. He looked down to see what she’d been looking for, found the wet spot, and answered with a lecherous smirk.
He gestured with his head and said, “Over to the bed naughty girl, and if you do it with a sexy swing to those wicked hips, I’ll strip for you.”
“Don’t tease, Jax,” she giggled. The outrageous heels made walking with a suggestive swagger easy as pie, which probably explained why so many women put up with the discomfort. She doubted there was a man alive who wouldn’t end up with a hard-on watching his woman prance about in what were essentially sex toys with heels.
Arriving at the foot of the bed she adopted a suggestive Wonder Woman pose with feet spread apart and hands on her hips and waited with a raised eyebrow. “I believe you promised to strip for me, sir. Better get to it then.”
Pinning her to the spot with his sexy hazel eyes, Jax undid his belt and the snap on his slacks. Since he had her undivided attention he also rubbed one of his big paws on his impressive bulge and chuckled when her eyes widened.
He didn’t waste any time, just tugged on the zipper then shoved the pants down his legs, toeing off his shoes and socks at the same time. She liked the soft cotton boxer briefs he preferred. They were, as he liked to say, sexy as fuck. He had the thick muscular thighs of an Adonis making her wish she had her sister Charlie’s artistic skills because sketching him in all his naked glory would be an amazing treat.
Brynn made absolutely no attempt to hide her eager excitement when he palmed the bulge in those sexy briefs, licking her lips in anticipation of the unveiling of his magnificent manhood.
“Hurry up, sir,” she drawled, “or I’ll come over there and do it myself.”
He teased her a little more, lowering the briefs to reveal more of the hair that pointed from his belly button to the prize her eyes sought but stopping right where his body curved onto his shaft. She growled some more and h
issed at him in response.
“I like your eagerness. Touch your pussy, baby. Show me how much you want this.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” she barked. “Don’t change the terms, Jax. You said walk to the bed, make it a good show, and you’d strip. I did my part now you do yours.”
He threw back his head and laughed. “Goddammit woman. Too fucking smart for your own good. Next time, we re-negotiate terms, understood?”
She smirked, knowing she won this round. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I’m waiting.”
He lost the briefs with haste and let her drink him in with her eyes. And drink she did. My God, he really was male perfection. Every damn inch of him was mind-meltingly gorgeous.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered.
“Baby want?” he teased.
“Baby want,” she answered.
THIS WAS TURNING OUT SO much better than anything Jax imagined. The whole evening had been one big long mind-fucking seduction, and she played along beautifully. Their playtime was always hot and incredibly sexy, but this, well, this was what they called taking it to an eleven.
She was so fixated on his cock that he looked down to get a view of what she saw. He wasn’t a narcissist by any stretch of the imagination, but that didn’t mean he was unaware of the glaringly obvious fact that he possessed a pretty goddamn awesome dick and set of balls. And when said dick was completely engorged and pointing in the direction of her pussy like a fucking heat-seeking missile, even he had to admit it was quite a sight.
As he walked toward her it bobbed slightly with his movements earning him an, “Oh Jesus,” from his naughty slut Queen’s mouth. Heh heh. How fucking awesome was that? He was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the goddamn planet.
When he reached her, he bent and licked each one of her pretty nipples, then dropped to his knees at her feet. At first he thought he’d start by releasing the garters that held up her stockings but from where he sat on his haunches he was overcome with the sultry scent of her sex. Those damn panties with no crotch might very well end up being his downfall.
Looking up at her he ran a finger along her slit, which was completely open to him courtesy of the way she was standing. She gasped and swayed a bit on those sexy heels, which only served to fire him up even more. Keeping his gaze glued to her face, he inserted a finger into her damp folds and pushed it up into her hot, wetness. Goddamn, the woman was dripping with desire. Unless he wanted to tumble her onto the mattress in the next five seconds, he had to stop fondling her sweet pussy. Easier said than done, especially when she turned her lust-filled eyes on his.
“Not yet,” he muttered, pulling his finger from her depths and sucking it into his mouth. “Mmmmm,” he groaned. “The taste of sweet Brynn.”
The garters came next, followed by his trembling hands, rolling one stocking down to her ankle and then the other.
Dammit if his gaze didn’t keep returning to her blond curls. They were just too damn tempting so he caressed her pussy again and replayed the slow finger insertion while he watched her eyes glaze over. There was definitely something to be said for kneeling at her feet while he tenderly fingered her moist flesh. When he removed his finger this time he bent and kissed the wet curls evident in the open crotch of her panties. He wanted to snake his tongue out and flick it against her clit but decided to wait. Next time he put his mouth on her, he wanted to be slurping champagne off her pussy lips.
“Lift your foot, honey,” he demanded so he could slip her shoe off. He felt a bit like Prince Charming doing the Cinderella slipper thing in reverse. Whipping the slinky silk stocking off, he draped it over his shoulder then moved to the other foot, repeating the same actions. The garter belt came next which Jax quickly unhooked and tossed aside.
“It’s a shame to lose the sexy panties love, but for what I have in mind, they have to go?”
“Well, okay,” she stammered, “but maybe some time we could just leave them on?”
She really was fucking perfect. “Sweetie, the very next time you wear a dress, I expect you to put on a pair of these panties, and I promise you, we’ll fuck like randy teenagers without taking any clothes off. Will that be good enough?” The sweet sultry smile she gave him sealed the deal.
With a gentle tug he pulled the black silk down her legs and waited while she lifted her feet one at a time. Instead of tossing them aside, he threw them onto the bed and laughed. “I’m going to put them under my pillow.”
“What for?”
“Instead of the Tooth Fairy, maybe the Pussy Fairy will come and surprise me in the night. And if I dream about it real hard, hopefully she’ll sit on my face and let me lick her till she falls over screaming.”
While she thought about that particularly dirty suggestion, he whipped the stockings off his shoulders and grinned at her from his place at her feet. “You know, I was thinking…these might come in handy for tying your hands together.”
“Oooooh, I’d like that,” she squealed in delight as she whirled around and offered him her wrists.
Jax chuckled at her eagerness. “Now, now, now,” he scolded. “Maybe next time, but tonight, you’ll be needing those hands for other things.”
“Oh,” she pouted with a cute frown when she turned to face him again. “If you say so.”
Jax rose slowly, running his hands up the outside of her legs, along her waist, and up to her armpits where he slid his hands behind her and unsnapped the bra. When she was totally naked he stood back and ate her alive with his eyes, whistling with wolfish appreciation. “And just think,” he muttered. “All mine. Turn around again and let me see that ass.”
She did exactly as he asked but placed her hands on each cheek and whimpered, “Don’t spank me.”
“Nah, no spanks for you tonight sweetness.” She relaxed and moved her hands giving him the perfect opportunity to bend over and quickly nip her ass with his teeth. “But biting? Can’t promise more of that won’t happen.”
“Jax,” she grumbled.
“Shhh, I’m just messing with you, baby. My mouth will be too busy for chewing on any ass.”
He left her long enough to pull back the comforter on the bed and grabbed a pile of plush towels he’d thought to place nearby. “This could get messy,” he told her as he placed the towels strategically on the soft white linens while she watched what he was doing with a puzzled expression.
Next, he grabbed the champagne bottle and their two glasses then motioned her to sit on the bed. She drifted to her knees, sat on her feet like a perfect blond geisha, and stared at him. Kneeling next to her he poured them each a glass and clinked them together softly as they each drank deeply of the cool liquid.
“I love champagne,” she told him.
He smirked at her. “You’re gonna love it even more after you slurp it off my cock. And me? I’m going to dribble some slowly onto your beautiful, sexy clit then suck it off slowly until you spread your legs wide so I can lap it up with your delicious nectar. A Brynn cocktail. You up for that, my slut Queen?”
“Who goes first?” she asked.
“Hmmmm,” he teased. “Knowing how you are once you get my cock in your mouth, I think you go first. Lay down on the towels, hands above your head—and keep them there.”
She lay down and got into position as he walked to each side of the bed and switched on battery operated candles that flickered softly like the real thing. He clicked the loft lights off so the space was illuminated by the moonlight streaming in the huge arched window and the flickering candles. Just like he envisioned.
Kneeling next to her again, he told her, “Close your eyes. I want you to feel and nothing else. Don’t talk and don’t move your hands.”
When she complied, he started touching her softly. Running his fingers down her arms, making her squirm when he reached her sensitive armpits, all along her sides to her hips where he moved into the center and let his fingertips drift from her belly button to between her beautiful, swollen breasts and up her neck to her chin. He ev
en traced his fingers over her lips until she moaned and gasped for breath.
Over and over he stroked her like a cat, moving lower each time until he was touching the curls of her sex. She shifted her legs in anticipation, and he smiled knowingly. At that point he switched his attention to her legs which quivered so perfectly as he lightly stroked her skin, first on the outside of her thighs and then along the inside from her ankles to the juncture where her womanhood waited for his attention. After a couple of minutes of this she was relaxed and purring, exactly as he wanted her.
Next he got a little greedy and sucked her tits hard, nipping her skin with his teeth, biting her nipples and leaving countless marks on her pale flesh. When she looked in the mirror tomorrow she’d see the evidence of his possession. The thought made his cock twitch. Trailing his tongue down her center he swirled around her belly button, then moved lower until he reached the barrier of her pretty blond curls. He made sure to leave a love bite there too—like a tattoo that said, ‘my pussy is his’.
Pushing her legs open, he got into position and reached for the champagne.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he muttered hoarsely. He wasn’t made of stone, but his cock sure felt like it was. Teasing her had made him so hard he was afraid he’d be doing permanent damage to his organ until he remembered that soon her mouth would be having its wicked way with his flesh. He could wait, but he wasn’t sure for how long.
Looking at her spread out before him in all her pale skinned blond glory wearing only the diamond and sapphire earrings and necklace stirred his senses. If he weren’t afraid someone else would see it, he’d take a picture of her as she was so he would always remember what her sweet submission actually looked like.
Using his flute of champagne he dribbled some slowly into her already damp curls and grinned. Fuck. Just as beautiful as he’d hoped. He spread her lips apart with his hands, opening her to his gaze and his tongue. Was there anything quite as vulnerable or as enticing as Brynn’s blond and pink pussy waiting for him to devour it?
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