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Up and down, my lips never leave his shaft as I flatten my tongue to create more friction.
Just when I think he’s going to let me finish him this way, he stops me by pulling his cock free.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, completely confused.
“Ohmigod, you feel amazing,” he pants, “but I’m dying to taste you.”
He must read the disappointment on my face because he suddenly demands, “Strip and get on the bed. I want your mouth on my cock and your pussy on my face.”
My core clenches at the thought of it.
“I love it when you talk dirty like that. It makes me wet and needy.”
For a second, he just stares at me, and I’m afraid I’ve gone too far. But my boldness must turn him on.
With a devilish grin, he slowly strokes his cock as he demands, “Well, get your sexy ass on that bed, so I can taste that exquisite pussy of yours. I want you on all fours with your ass in the air so I can lick your tight cunt and make you come while you go down on me.”
“Holy shit, that was hot,” I admit as I shed my clothes, then scramble onto the bed. I’ve never done anything like this before, but with Jax, I’m willing to try all sorts of new things.
“After I make you come with my tongue, I’m gonna fuck you all night.”
“If you keep talking like that, I might come from your voice alone,” I admit.
Leaning in to speak directly in my ear, he says, “Once I have you coming on my tongue, I’ll use this mouth of mine any way you want it.”
Within seconds, he’s got me right where he wants me, and I’m feasting on his velvety-hard cock. Fisting the base with one hand, I pump his shaft while I slip my tongue around the tip. Then I take him in and suck hard, only to slide back up and start again. At times, I’m barely able to concentrate, but somehow, I manage.
He’s gripping my hips with his hands, while his thumbs have me splayed apart to give him access. His tongue is wicked as he licks along my slit to circle my clit.
Oh. My. Fucking. God. I don’t think I can take this much more.
As I feel my spine tingle, energy pulses through me. My legs shake, and I freeze, trying to concentrate on making this feeling last.
Jax somehow manages to slip a finger into my dripping core as he latches onto my clit and sucks hard. Within seconds, I’m tumbling over the edge. Pulse after pulse, my body quakes with absolute pleasure.
Jax doubles down on his efforts and before I know it, I’m begging him to stop because I can’t take any more. My clit is beyond sensitive, and I need a moment to recover.
Letting me fall to the side, he quickly repositions his body so we’re facing one another. “You okay, beautiful?”
Grinning, I admit, “I’m better than okay.”
Then I lean in to kiss him. What starts out as a sweet kiss soon turns to sensual when I feel his pulsing cock brush against my leg. Reaching between us, I stroke it a few times. “We need to do something about that,” I tease.
“I’m trying to give you some time to recover, babe. You created a fantasy I want to fulfill.”
“Really?” I ask, feeling turned on. “What’s that?”
A smile plays at his lips as he leans in to speak directly in my ear. “I want you at the end of the bed on all fours. I want to spank that beautiful ass of yours for making me talk dirty and get all these thoughts in my head. Then I want to go balls deep from behind until I come inside you.”
Leaning in to kiss him once more, I say, “God, I love it when you talk like that. Let’s make that fantasy of yours a reality.”
Oh my God, if I thought waiting to perform was torture, it’s got nothing on waiting for the results. I’ve been on pins and needles for the past twenty-four hours. Tonight, the rest of the competitors performed. Then the winner from last year performed a few songs so the judges could deliberate.
Sloane got swept away to help with something, and I’ve been sitting here in the contestant area, trying to act like I’m not going out of my mind. On the outside, I’m certain I look as though I’m aloof and merely sitting in this chair, awaiting results. My only tell would be the tapping of my palm against my leg. But I’ve got headphones on, attempting to listen to music because I just can’t be alone with my thoughts.
Even at this high volume, intrusive thoughts still seep in. I’m scrutinizing every moment of my performance, wondering if I hit it just right. Wondering if there was anything more I could’ve done. Each thought comes back with the same result—no, I did everything I could. It’ll simply be up to the judges to determine whether or not I’m what they’re looking for.
Eventually, one of the stage crew comes and taps me on the shoulder. “Jax?”
