“Uh-huh…” she answers in a small voice filled with need, and something inside me snaps a little. I’m fighting to rein it in.
“Fuck, I feel like I’m back in high school,” I breathe out huskily before pressing my lips back to hers, more insistently this time.
“You gonna make out with me on my parent’s back porch, Jaxon?”
“Depends. Are your parents the type to be snoopy?”
She shakes her head.
“Then, fuck yes, I’m going to make out with you better than any of those high school boys ever dreamed of doing.”
Chapter 25
Holly
My heart pounds in time with my breathing as Jaxon dives back in for a kiss that sucks the soul right out of my body. Holy hell. I grip his shirt, pulling him toward me, letting the need pour off of me as his lips trail along my jaw and down my throat. He brings me back up to the feverish speed we were at in my bedroom, earlier this evening, before we were interrupted. Jaxon’s fingers weave through my hair, tugging back insistently to bare my neck to him as his other hand toys with my shirt’s hem, teasing the sliver of skin it finds before sneaking up underneath. I gasp at the feel of his thumb skimming against the underside of the thin material of my bra, aching for it to be against my skin.
“Skin, Jaxon. I need you to touch skin.”
Jaxon rumbles with need as he takes my mouth, tongue-fucking me breathless as he pulls me onto his lap. I suck in a tight inhale the second his hard dick presses against my aching center, and he grits his teeth. He looks around, noticing we could be visible with the candlelight.
“As much as I fucking love candlelight glowing on your skin, I can’t have the neighbors seeing you like this.”
Jaxon leans forward with me in his arms, and I chuckle lightly as he pushes the top of the candle back onto the big jar, snuffing out the flame. Moonlight filters in, taking the candlelight’s place, and it’s just as alluring. He settles back against the back of the couch, pulling my softness back tightly against his hardness. We both moan quietly into each other’s mouths as I unbutton all of his shirt buttons, and his fingers trace beneath my shirt, drawing circles along my spine, hips, sides, and lower back.
They dip below my waistband, teasing my panty line, then grasping as much skin of my ass as he can before kneading the soft flesh. I mewl softly against his lips, and I sense he won’t deny me anything I want. He flicks the button of my jeans, lowering the zipper so that he has more access to get his big hands back down my pants to knead my hot skin. My fingers pull his shirt apart, trailing over his delicious pecs and abs like I’m deciding on dessert and which I’ll devour first. My lips leave his to trail along his neck, and I smile softly as he groans as quietly as possible, knowing he’s loving every little touch they make against his skin. He delves his fingers lower, finding the gusset of my panties soaked, and his dick jerks with excitement against me as I flick open his button and zip down his fly.
I hum in encouragement, teasing his waistband as his hand dives beneath my panty line. My lips find his again, and I swivel my hips a little, desperate to find a way to get his fingers inside of me. A little pip of elation squeaks past my lips when he works farther beneath the hemline, finding my bare skin slick for him.
“Fuck…” he breathes harshly when I swivel my hips again at the same time I grasp his cock, and his fingers skitter across the wet seam of me. They tease lightly, tracing me before he pullsout of the back of my pants to slip down the front of them. I sigh with contentment when they lightly circle my clit, my hips jolting in pleasure before he slips them back down, sliding two fingers deep into my pussy.
“Oh my,” I pant, grinding back against him as my body makes embarrassingly wet sounds against his fingers.
“Damn, Sweetheart, this cunt is crying for me.”
I bite down on my lip hard, nodding my head for him.
“Please tell me that you’re feeling fucking dangerous tonight,” Jaxon growls low through his gritted teeth as I stroke him slowly.
“Please–I need–” I can’t finish my words. I try to climb off of him to show him that I need his body inside of me. Jaxon’s on my level, fumbling with my jeans and pulling them down as I use my feet to get out of them. He’s lifting his hips and tugging his down as I straddle back over him, cock in my hand, pressing his head into me.
“Cupcake,fuck, oh fuck–you’ve gotta stay quiet though. Oh fuck…” he whispers hotly as I work onto the hard length of him.
His fingers rub my clit while another kneads my ass, relaxing me as best he can as we both bite our lips to stay quiet. Between the way he circles my clit and the look of pure bliss washing over his face with every inch I take, I can’t hold my first orgasm back. It only drives him the rest of the way inside, welcoming his body home deep within mine. He’s panting hard, hand on my heart before he grabs my throat and pulls my lips down to devour them.
“If that happened every damn time you slid down my cock, I’d be the happiest guy on earth. You have no idea what that does for a man’s ego.” We both chuckle, then moan softly when I raise a little and drop hard. Talking time is over. With every rise, Jaxon’s there, gripping my shoulders and pulling meback down as he thrusts up into me. It’s savage and hot, and before I know it, I’m back on the precipice, trembling so hard I can’t rise and fall on my own anymore. Jaxon curses low and filthy.
“On the floor, Hol. On your hands and knees, ass up high, baby.” I clench around him hard, loving the muttered fuck he stutters out. He lifts me off since I’m struggling to even think and helps me to the floor next to the table.
Within seconds, he’s deep back in me, and now we don’t have to worry about the couch creaking or slapping against the house. Pulling my back up against his chest, he drags his teeth up my neck to my ear. “Now I can fuck you nice and deep, but baby, you’re twisting me inside out, and this isn’t going to last long. Plus, the thought of getting caught has me sweating bullets.”
“Start moving, Jaxon.” I breathe out heavily.
Jaxon grabs me by the hair, pushing me back down insistently as he pulls out to the tip and slides back in, gripping my hip hard and letting out another whispered expletive. I love the sound of his breath catching right along with mine as he loses himself inside me. Within minutes, I’m unraveling. Jaxon leans over me, closing his palm over my mouth, pressing his against the nape of my neck and groaning quietly as he plunges deep, his cock releasing rhythmically into me and prolonging my pleasure. He fidgets behind us, finding my panties and using them to catch any evidence of our coupling as we disengage. Let’s face it, sex is realistically messy, not like half of the books we get lost in, but the idea of either of our cum being discovered on this floor is mortifying.
“Sorry, babe. Just being extra cautious,” he whispers, standing and fixing his pants.
“If you wouldn’t have, I would have.”
