by BJ Blakely
I’m bound to be a little sweaty back there, a little musky too.
But Jax doesn’t seem to mind.
A belt buckle rustles. Jax slips out of his jeans and underwear, and approaches me from behind.
“Goddamn,” Jax mutters, palming my cheeks, and running his finger down my ass crack.
A chill shoots through me. I moan and bury my face in the pillow.
“You’re so fucking hot, Logan. I’m the luckiest fucking guy alive.”
I can’t help but whimper. “Don’t say shit like that.”
“It’s the truth.”
Jax smacks my ass, causing me to gasp. “Yeah,” I moan at last. “But it’s too much for my little heart to take, Jax. I’m a stupid waiter at a shitty diner in a small town in the middle of nowhere. I refuse to believe I’m making you the luckiest guy alive.”
Jax snorts, and though I can’t see him, I have a funny feeling he’s shaking his head.
“Believe it. You’re the hottest, sweetest, and sassiest guy I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting, small town or not. I like you more than you fucking know, and I don’t say that to everyone. I’m serious when I say you’ve made me the luckiest, happiest, and horniest guy alive.”
A flurry of butterflies swoop into my belly, and I moan and bury my face deeper into the pillow at his words. “You’re too sweet.”
“It’s the truth.”
Something about his words lights a fire in my spine. I clench my fists, not knowing what he wants to do.
But I trust Jax with everything I have.
He won’t let me down; he’ll go slow and take his time. But nothing prepares me for what he’s planned.
I feel it before I realize what’s happening, something hot and wet, lapping at my hole.
Firm hands spread my cheeks, and the hungry wetness plunges deeper, kissing and wetting my crack like it’s desperate to taste the real me.
Pleasure overwhelms me like a fucking bullet straight to the heart, and I moan, not knowing how to stay in control of my body.
It hits me like an afterthought that Jax’s rimming me, and the wetness and heat is his tongue on my hole.
Jax plunges deeper, sucking and thrusting, lubricating every goddamn inch of god-knows-what I have back there.
It’s a goddamn tightrope over a cliff, and right then and there I know I can't stay in control.
Jax smacks my cheeks, and I yelp at the stinging sensation that mingles with the damp stimulation of his tongue.
“Jax,” I whisper, clenching and unclenching in rhythm with his lips, tongue, mouth, desperate for him to continue but worried it might turn him off if he goes too far.
Jax pauses. “Something wrong?”
I bite my lip. “I don’t want you to get grossed out.”
Jax barks out a dry laugh. “Oh Logan. I’m fucking dying to taste you.”
I fight back tears. “If you say so.”
Jax smacks my ass again, and I moan in pleasure. “Now sit back, put on your seatbelt, and buckle up for the mother-truckin’ ride,” he grunts.
The hot damp wetness returns to my channel like a fucking bolt of lightning.
I moan and tremble on the bed as Jax laps at my hole, circling my ring and penetrating it with his tongue, forcing the heat inside.
If I thought I was anxious before, I was fucking wrong.
This is pure pleasure, but a pleasure combined with tingling anxiety.
I cry out as Jax slurps and sucks my hole, spit trickling down my crack and pooling at my taint.
Within seconds Jax’s fingers are on my taint, massaging the spit between my thighs, making his way to my balls.
He cups my balls, massaging and stimulating them while he gives me the sexiest goddamn sensation in my asshole I’ve ever fucking felt.
It’s too much to take; if he keeps this up, I’ll come so fucking hard.
I need more. His fingers.
Now.
“I’m ready,” I moan through gritted teeth. “Please. I need your fingers.”
“Are you sure?” So goddamn concerned, so fucking sweet.
“Yes,” I gasp, quivering beneath his touch. “Don’t leave me like this. I need you to bring you over the edge.”
With a feral growl, Jax slides a finger into my hole. I gasp and clench against the sudden intrusion, and Jax pulls it out.
But I growl and order him to put it back. “Keep going,” I beg in a husky low voice. “It’ll loosen. Please.”
He reinserts the finger. This time I try not to clench at the sensation in my ass.
I take deep breaths, filling my lungs as Jax inserts a second finger, the pressure ballooning in my gut.
“Does it hurt?” Jax whispers in a concerned voice, and I shake my head violently.
“It’s only pressure,” I lie.
Jax slides his fingers deeper. Without warning, a burst of sharp pleasure shoots through me as he brushes my spot.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, bucking against the bed. “Fuck fuck fuck. That’s my spot.”
“Does it hurt?” Jax rasps again.
“No,” I moan, shaking my head so violently sweat flies onto the sheets. “It’s amazing.”
Jax suddenly lets out a greedy growl. “Good. Then I’m taking your greedy ass over the edge,” he rasps in a deep guttural voice, and suddenly I know I’ll do anything this man asks. Fucking anything. No matter how sick. I’m his. I’m so motherfucking his. And with his hot slick fingers thrusting in and out of my slick untouched channel, I know he’s mine.
“Oh,” I cry out, my orgasm rippling through me and coming to a fucking fire-hot head at the tip of my cock.
It's unstoppable, and a desperate scream escapes me.
My toes curl as scalding strings of come explode out of my body and mat the bed.
Jax digs his fingers into my skull, thrusting my face into the pillow, and I scream again, my body convulsing as he coaxes the last of my pleasure from me.
Then, letting go of my head, he grabs my jaw and forces me to face him. "You're so fucking tight."
His praise lights me up inside. "Really?” My voice is husky with desire.
Jax smacks my ass cheeks, and I scream in pleasure and surprise. "Yes. More than you could ever fucking know."
It's too much to take. "I like you so much," I whisper, forcing myself off the bed and burying myself in his arms. "Thank you."
Jax kisses me, hot and slow. "Thank you." He runs his thumb over my cheek. "You're the hottest fucking guy I've ever been with in my life. I'm the luckiest goddamn man alive."
Whimpers escape me. "Can we stay here?" This is paradise. The last thing I want to do is leave this bed to head to the shower.
Jax snorts. "I let you skip the shower before sex. But you're not getting out of it now." He sweeps me into his arms. "But I'd love to be your escort to the bathroom."
I moan and throw my head back in utter ecstasy as Jax carries me away from the bed.
He clenches his grip tighter around me, pulling me close to his thick hugging muscles and tattoos.
A whiff of his musk enters my nose, and I cry out a second time at the sudden stimulation this provides to my senses.
This is paradise. Jax is the sweetest, sexiest, and most utterly swoon-worthy man alive.
If I hadn't texted Forest I'd "officially" introduce him to Jax tomorrow, I’d beg Jax to stay with me in this goddamn bed every single fucking day for the rest of my life.
20
Logan
“It’ll be fine.”
It’s the morning after our first official night together, and Jax doesn’t want to leave the bed.
He’s tangled in the sheets and holding onto me like a freaking life preserver.
I can’t blame him. If I hadn’t texted Forest last night and promised I’d give him a formal introduction, I wouldn’t want to leave either.
Damn roommates. Always tearing you away from your man.
Jax groans and cuddles even closer. “Are you sure we hav
e to leave?” he pouts, his voice whiny but also strangely adorable. “I had enough crispy potatoes, coffee and delicious eggs yesterday to last a lifetime. I don’t need to head back to the diner.”
I snort and plant a kiss on his cheek. “Oh stop. You’ll get hungry again the second we enter the diner, so you can drop the act. Plus, I kinda promised Forest we’d meet him there this morning. If I hadn’t promised, I’d totally stay and cuddle with you.”
“You have a cruel streak. You put on this innocent act but I see the nasty devil underneath.”
“I’m not cruel,” I shout, before relenting and cuddling closer to Jax. “I’m… A little stupid, that’s all. I kinda thought you’d want to head to Betty’s this morning, to get the taste of my asshole out of your mouth. I didn’t think you’d want to eat me out for breakfast as well.”
Jax laughs at my joke. Last night before sleeping, Jax and I both brushed our teeth.
He might’ve eaten my ass after work like a bag of groceries, but he sure as fuck cleaned up afterwards.
“Oh Logan,” Jax coos. “With an asshole like that, I’ll eat you out for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Fuck Betty’s. With you by my side, I won’t need bacon ever again.”
“Are you saying my asshole tastes like bacon? Because it definitely sounds like that, and I’m not sure how it makes me feel.”
“Fuck no. That’s nasty.” Jax makes a gagging noise. “Although, looking back, I can definitely see why you’d think I said that.”
I snort and kiss Jax’s shoulder. “Don't sweat it. Maybe I like you said I taste like bacon. After all, it is your favorite food.”
Jax shakes his head. “Not my favorite food. Not anymore.”
I furrow my brow. “What?” I exclaim. I think I’ve misheard this. Since when is bacon not Jax’s favorite food?
Jax kisses my nose. “Let’s head to Betty’s to meet Forest. I can answer all your questions as we eat.”
* * *
Thirty minutes later, we pull up to Betty’s, and thank fuck Forest is there to greet us when we arrive.
“Oh God,” he says with a groan, but he’s secretly beaming. “I finally get to meet the illustrious Jax. But you two better not start swappin’ head at this diner. We might be a trucker hot spot, but we have a little more class than the Truck n’ Munch.”
Jax and I chuckle as we sink into a double-sized booth next to the wide picture window overlooking the parking lot.
It’s the perfect spot for Forest to give us shit about sex acts we’re definitely not about to perform at my workplace.
“Nice try,” I say with a snort. “But I’m afraid you’ll have to come to the motel to watch us get it on. I’m not about to put my job at risk so you can get a glimpse of Jax suckin’ me off.”
Forest makes a retching sound as he fills our coffee mugs. “That’s kind of the opposite of what I wanted. But thanks for putting that mental picture in my mind.”
Jax snorts and takes a sip of coffee. “It’s nice to meet you, Forest. Logan doesn’t stop yapping about you. He told me you’ve also met a hottie at the truck stop.”
Forest’s cheeks turn bright red. “Lo-gan,” he groans, glaring at me. “That’s top secret information I told you as a roommate. You can’t go blabbing about my sex life to your boyfriend.”
Forest graces Jax with a placating glance. “Even though I’m sure you’re a very open-minded man.”
I let out a wicked laugh. “Jax is open-minded.”
I squeeze Jax’s arm and run my fingers over his sexy tattoos, causing them to ripple under my touch. “He ate me out, and he said I taste like bacon. He’s such a sweet boyfriend. Bacon is Jax’s favorite food.”
Jax snorts. “Bacon isn’t my favorite food anymore. I was trying to tell you this morning that it used to be, but that recently changed.”
My jaw drops. “Fuck off.”
“I’m serious.” Jax squeezes my fingers. “Aren’t you going to ask my new favorite food?”
“What’s your new favorite food?”
Jax snickers. He pulls me close to him and wraps his arm around my waist. “You,” he says at last, kissing my cheek. “I could eat you every meal of the day.”
I groan and struggle free from his grip. “You’re cheesier than a Betty’s Sunday special with extra Monetary Jack.”
Jax lets out a belly laugh and relinquishes his grip on my tummy. “Betty’s Sunday special? I’m afraid I don’t get the reference.”
I snort. “It’s that omelet you like. Normally, it’s made with cheddar. But on Sundays, Betty switches up the recipe and throws it together with Monterrey Jack. It’s one of our hottest menu items in town.”
Jax winks at me. “It’s the omelet I used to like.”
“Oh God. Here we go again.”
Jax ignores me. “My new favorite menu item is on Betty’s secret menu.”
“Secret menu?” I shake my head. “Betty’s isn’t sophisticated enough to have a secret menu. Like any decent small-town diner, what you see is what you get.”
“Starbucks has a secret menu,” Jax observes.
“They have the means to have secret menus. We don’t.”
Jax doesn’t believe me. “Well, I ordered something on Betty's secret menu, and I got it. So, yeah. Betty’s has a secret menu.”
“What did he order?” Forest asks with a knowing grin.
I don’t miss a beat. “Me,” I say with a groan.
I pretend to be annoyed, but inside I’m melting.
I want to laugh and dance and sing all at once, but I refuse to show this to Forest.
With his lame ass trucker jokes, Jax has swept me off my feet.
Jax squeezes my hand. “You’re sweet. But I was talking about the rainbow-bacon pancakes.”
My jaw drops. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Jax shakes his head. “Not kidding. I dare you to find rainbow-bacon pancakes on the menu.”
Forest snorts. “They’re not there. Believe me.”
“Exactly,” Jax says. “And yet I’ve definitely had them. More than once.”
I let out a groan. “Oh my God. That’s because I made them for you, jackass. That’s not a secret menu item. It’s because the waiter who’s madly in love with you has connections to the cook, and leveraged those connections to whip you up a special treat.”
“It’s still a secret,” Jax argues, furrowing his brow. “And it’s not on the menu. But I definitely received it. So… It sounds like a secret menu to me.”
Forest nods wisely. “I agree. If it’s not on the menu but a customer orders it, it’s a secret menu item. Come on, dude.” Forest shoots me a nasty look. “This is ‘running a restaurant 101.’ I thought Betty taught you this your first day on the job.”
I groan and collapse on the table. “You’re wrong. A customer can’t order it. The only reason Jax got the rainbow-bacon pancakes was because I wanted to surprise him. I wouldn’t do it for anyone else. Therefore, it’s not on the secret menu.”
Jax squeezes my hand again. “You’re so cute when you’re flustered. But I’m afraid your arguments won’t work on me.”
I sigh. “Why not?”
Jax snorts. “Easy. You say you wouldn’t whip up rainbow-bacon pancakes for anyone else, but that’s bullshit and you know it.”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“What if they offered you five dollars to do it?” Jax asks.
“Wouldn’t do it. Betty would fire me.”
“What about ten dollars?”
Oh God. I can see where he’s going with this. “Still wouldn’t.” Like hell I’m going to let Jax win.
Jax reaches into his pocket and pulls out his wallet. “What about $20 in cash?”
I’m about to speak when Forest suddenly clears his throat. “Congratulations, Jax,” Forest says, swiping the bill from Jax’s fingers and sliding it into his apron pocket. “You’ve officially prompted Betty’s Biscuits to start their very own secret menu. Your fresh order of rainbow-bacon pa
ncakes will be up shortly.”
I glare at Forest. “Bastard. You’re supposed to be on my side.”
Forest snorts and shakes his head. “Not when $20 is on the line. That’s cold, hard, untaxed cash, baby.”
“It’s taxed if you report it. You’re breaking the law.”
Forest shakes his head. “Welcome to the secret life of servers, buddy. What the IRS doesn’t know won’t hurt them. I need $20, I don’t want them to tax it, therefore I pretend like this beautiful Andrew Jackson was never given to me.”
Jax clears his throat. “Here,” he says, whipping out another $20 from his billfold. “Make it forty dollars.”
I furrow my brow. “Forty dollars?”
Jax winks at me. “It’d be a shame to be the only man eating rainbow-bacon pancakes this morning. This way, we can both enjoy this delicious addition to Betty's secret menu.”
Tears well in my eyes, but I blink them back. “Goddamnit, Jax. You’re encouraging Forest’s bad behavior.”
Forest snorts and pockets the bill. “Jax has done nothing wrong.” He holds out his empty hands. “He’s given nothing to me. See?”
“Criminal,” I grumble, making a shooing motion with my hand. Forest takes the hint and leavers.
As soon as he’s back in the kitchen, I face Jax and stare at his beautiful face, and the sight nearly sweeps me off my feet.
“You’re a horrible person,” I whisper, reaching out and running my thumb over Jax’s lower lip. “If Betty finds out, we’ll both be fired.”
Jax snorts. “Betty won’t find out. Forest promised to keep mum. She’ll never know he conspired to whip up rainbow-bacon pancakes for us.”
I sigh loudly. “I hate to say it, but they’ll probably taste like shit. Forest doesn’t exactly have the magic touch in the kitchen like I do.”
Jax shrugs. “You get what you pay for. I’m simply happy you’ll be sharing them with me.”
Warm fuzzies overwhelm me. I can’t control myself a second longer.
Without another word, without so much as a fucking pause, I lean forward and slam my lips on Jax’s, tasting the hot coffee we drank earlier, and letting him know I appreciate his kindness, his fucking generosity.
Jax kisses me back hard, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close, digging his fingers into my head as he probes my mouth, forcing his tongue deeper, fucking deeper, until at last I’m moaning and trembling in his fucking grip.
