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His eyes run all over my body, not missing anything. The heat coming from him grows more intense, his gaze turning predatory, feral.
I hook a finger into the side of my panties and pull them down slightly to show him what I wanted him to see.
"I got it when you were deployed the first time," I whisper, standing still as his gaze settles on the small tattoo on my hip. It's an anchor with a rope wrapped around it. A trident is looped through the bottom points of the anchor. It's part of the SEALs symbol, no bigger than a couple of inches. "I wanted to keep a piece of you with me."
"Jesus," he whispers.
"It probably sounds silly, but I liked to think that, so long as I had that little piece of you with me, you would always have to come home safely," I murmur. "Nothing could hurt you because part of you was here with me." I have one for Cyrus too, something to keep a piece of him safe. But it's this one that I've always kept hidden away, guarding it closely. Gwen is the only one who knew about it until now.
"Come here," Jax says, holding out a hand to me.
I unhook my finger from the waistband of my panties and hold it out to him. He reels me in, not stopping until we're chest to chest. Feeling his naked skin against mine is heaven. The inferno inside me blazes brighter, burns hotter.
Jax walks me backward toward the bed with his hands on my hips, and then helps me lay back. My legs dangle over the side. He helps me pull them up onto the bed, laying me out in the center of it. I squeeze them together, shivering at the way he stands over me, staring down at me and palming his cock through his pants.
He stares at my body while he finishes undressing. I watch him just as shamelessly, eager to see all of him. He's cut from marble head to toe, miles of golden skin over sinew and bulky muscle. There's not an ounce of fat on him. When his pants hit the floor, I gulp. Even with his boxers on, his erection is massive, as physically intimidating as the rest of him.
I want to feel him inside me so badly though. More than I want to breathe.
He pulls his boxers down and his erection springs free.
I whimper, squeezing my legs together again as another bolt of lust rips through me. He is…Lord, he's beautiful everywhere. His erection juts from a thatch of dark curls, so hard it looks painful. He's thicker than my wrist, the head red and glistening with moisture. Deep purple veins run down the length of his shaft. His balls hang heavy beneath.
My mouth waters at the sight of him. I want to taste him. I've always wondered what it would feel like to take him into my mouth.
"You thinking about tasting me, rabbit?" he asks, reading me like a book when I lick my lips. He wraps one big fist around his shaft, stroking it up and down. He's rough with himself which only seems to turn me on even more.
"Yes," I whisper.
He crawls onto the bed with me, moving up close to my head.
"Raise up," he murmurs, and then helps me sit up halfway. He places two pillows beneath my head, lifting me up a little in the bed. "You ever had anyone in your mouth before, Jessa?"
Jealousy glitters in his eyes and vibrates in his tone. I think he hates the thought of anyone touching me. Every time he asks me a question like that, he gets possessive.
"Never," I say, lifting my gaze to his. "I've never touched anyone else and no one else has ever touched me. I'm just yours."
"Fuck," he rumbles, his eyes falling closed. "I love knowing I'm your only. The thought of anyone else touching you pisses me off." His eyes flash open, settling on me. There's something hard in them, a dangerous vibe that should probably scare me but only makes me tremble in want. "I won't share you. Not ever."
"Good. I don't want to be shared." I narrow my eyes at him. "I won't share either. No one else gets to touch you."
His lips curve into a wicked grin. "I like you getting all territorial. It's sexy as hell. But you don't have anything to worry about, baby. The thought of anyone but you touching me makes my dick shrivel. He's been hard for you and you alone since the day I met you."
He wraps his fist around his erection again, stroking. "This is what you do to me, Jessa. Every day since I met you, you've gotten him hard enough to pound steel. I've been jerking my cock to fantasies of you for years."
"I think about you too," I confess on a whisper, my cheeks heating. "When I…touch myself. I'm always thinking about you."
"Yeah? You think about sucking my cock, rabbit?"
I nod.
"You think about me eating that pretty cunt?"
I nod again, not sure I can speak. My heart pounds so hard I'm surprised he doesn't hear it.
"Then I'm about to make a few of your fantasies come true," he says. "As soon as I give you what you want, I'm eating that cunt until I'm satisfied."
"Jax," I moan. He's always been blunt and to the point, but until yesterday, he never said filthy things to me. I love it so much. It's hot as hell.
"Open up," he says, running his thumb over my bottom lip before he pushes downward, making me open my mouth for him. As soon as I do, he pushes his thumb into it and then growls. "I already know this mouth is going to ruin me."
Then we're on the same page because his is already ruining me.
He moves closer to me, his cock in his hand.
I whimper when he runs the head of it over my lips. I dart my tongue out, eager to taste the moisture beading on the broad head. He growls as soon as I touch my tongue to him. Another bead of moisture spills from the slit. He's salty and sweet at the same time, tangy.
I lick all over the head of his cock, which makes him growl my name.
He slowly presses into my mouth, feeding me his cock little by little. Having him control this is way better than I imagined it would be. His eyes are locked onto the sight of him disappearing between my lips. Mine are locked on his face and the intense look of pleasure there. He's hot all the time, but right now, he's some level of sexy I didn't even know existed. His face is as carved as the rest of him, sharp planes and angles. Pleasure is stamped into every single one of them, making him look lethal.
"Fucking hell, Jessa," he groans, his voice gritty, needy. He rocks his hips in shallow plunges. He's not even halfway in, but my lips are already stretched wide around him, my mouth full of him. He's burning hot, silky smooth, and rock hard at the same time.
I moan around his shaft, which has him sucking in a deep breath and letting it out in a strangled curse. He's fighting hard to go slowly, but his self-control is beginning to fray. I see threads snipping loose right before my eyes. When I flick my tongue against the underside of his shaft, his eyes darken and a thread snaps. Another snaps when I tilt my head forward to take more of him. The rest of them go when I maneuver around to touch his balls.
"Jessa," he growls. His grip on my face tightens. He plunges forward, forcing more of his cock into my mouth. It hits the back of my throat this time, making me gag. His eyes blaze hotter when he feels it. He backs off and then plunges forward again.
"Your brother ever finds out how much I like you gagging on my cock, he'll kill me," he mutters. It doesn't stop him from doing it again and then again. Doesn't stop me from loving it either. Cyrus never has to know. This is just between me and Jax.
