Natural Attraction

by C L Green

  Jax’s deep rumbling voice vibrates to my soul as he lunges forward to grab me behind the neck and drag me in for another of his soul sucking kisses. Melting into him and responding with all I’ve got, I realize I’ve had more kisses in the past four days than I’ve had in the past four years.

  “Mm hmm.” I mumble against his mouth as I feel my body fold as I press harder against his chest.

  Once again drunk on the erotic taste of Jax, my senses fill with him. Inhaling deeply of his scent, I feel my eyelids drooping as I sink deeper into him wanting more.

  Abruptly snapping his mouth away from mine, his mouth makes a slight sucking noise as he detaches from mine. I jerk back to reality and find myself blinking straight into his crystal blues.

  “I’ll run the spa, you make the drinks. Bourbon’s in the pantry, ice is in the top drawer of the freezer. I’ll have that fancy assed Coke of yours too. What you said about it helping you sleep better makes sense to me.”

  I nod and feel myself gulping to clear some of the excess moisture that is now pooling in my mouth before he tips his head to kiss me gently on the forehead.

  “I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles, giving me another reminder of how welcome he is making me feel in his life.

  “So am I.” I whisper back.

  A lot.

  But I can’t tell him that can I? Who shows attachment to a person in just four days?

  *****

  After pouring our drinks, two each of course, I head to the bathroom to set them down and get ready. When I get there, the spa is about half-full and I am pleasantly surprised to find that Jax has dragged a small table up next to the spa. It will double as somewhere to sit both our drinks and pizza.

  He’s also lit two vanilla candles and placed them on the vanity, once again he’s thoughtfulness impresses me. I love the smell of vanilla candles and the soft light that only candles can create.

  Jax has disappeared to the other end of the house to find more towels. This is because his en suite stash clearly wasn’t prepared for two spas in three days. That with the addition of a female who uses multiple towels with each shower session. I am still reeling from discovering that men only need one towel to shower. I did not know a one-towel shower was even possible.

  Deciding the bath is close enough to full to get in, I strip off my clothes and slide slowly into the warm, silky water. I savor the sheer pleasure of a hot bath. I could learn to love to this.

  I wonder if I could afford to get one put in at home?

  I am leaning back with my eyes closed, listening to the drone of the roof fan that is sucking the steam into the roof when I hear Jax growl, “Fuck.”

  Slightly startled, I jolt my eyes open to see him standing in the doorway, a distinct bulge in his pants, his eyes devouring me.

  “I’ll be back,” he groans as he turns away. I watch him rub his hand against his crotch in a clear effort to settle his best friend down.

  “Where are you going?” I ask concerned that he is serious he needs to go somewhere and our proposed spa together is not going to happen.

  “I’m gunna start driving towards town and meet the pizza guy. I’m doing this to save time. I don’t want to wait a second longer than necessary to get in that spa naked with you,” he growls before he vanishes around the corner, at speed.

  A few seconds later I hear the back door slam and then a few seconds after that, his truck roars to life.

  He was serious?

  I then hear his truck engine die again. I try to listen carefully over the sound of the rumbling roof fan. Straining my ears, I decide I can hear another car coming up the driveway.

  Minutes later, the back door slams again and Jax comes skidding into the bathroom. He flings a large pizza and a garlic bread on the table next to the spa and growls, “Thank fuck for that, he was just getting here.”

  Amused at his antics I find myself starting to giggle as he sets about ripping his clothes off and flinging them haphazardly all over the place. My giggle soon sticks in my throat as I watch him drop his pants and see his cock spring upwards and outwards to point dangerously at me.

  Jesus Christ I’d almost forgotten how big it was.

  I stare unblinking at the overpoweringly masculine vision of a fully aroused Jax standing before me and feel my mouth watering yet again. How he has this affect on me I don’t know. I have never felt this much lust for a man before.

  I decide it's time for a drink because if I don’t do something with my mouth he’s going to catch me drooling.

  Leaning forward to reach for my drink I hear Jax rumble, “Don’t even think about it. If you want to wrap your mouth around something, you’d better make it my cock. After having to face that fucking pimply, eighteen year old pizza guy with a roaring Roger, you owe me some relief. Now.”

  I feel my eyes widen as my hand jolts to a stop halfway to my glass.

  Did he just order me to give him a blow job?

  Looking back up at his face, I quickly decide that he is not joking. The flames of lust and black pools I can see in his eyes as he pierces me with a steady gaze, leave me in no doubt that he is deadly serious.

  No one has ever told me what to do and it is sooo fucking hot!

  Slowly starting to blink again, I feel the bathwater start to scald at my skin as my body flushes with heat and lust. Vague memories of Jen telling me about this happening to her shoot into my mind.

  She once told me that she had accused Jason of turning the hot water tap up higher at random times when they were fucking in the shower. It was only after his constant denials that they had finally worked she was having ‘lust flushes’. Jen had explained them as times where her body temperature rose in response to sexual arousal. I had thought she was talking bull shit.

  How wrong was I?

  A niggle of fear tickles at me that I’m not good at blow jobs. I soon push them to the back of my mind as I see Jax swing his legs over me and he lowers himself down into the spa, kneeling with his legs either side of mine. Leaning forward he gently swipes his tongue across my lips, tempting me to open my mouth and let him in.

  I do.

  Gently caressing my mouth he strokes my tongue in a steady beat that I soon feel matches my breathing and my pulse. It's like I can hear a steady drum in my body, a drumbeating so hard it’s vibrating every cell.

  Slowing his tongue down, Jax slowly withdraws from my mouth and stuns me with his words.

  “You looked scared for a second there. What was that about?”

  Speechless, confused, embarrassed that he has noticed my brief falter, I stare at him stunned.

  “Ash, until yesterday I had no idea what it was like to be on fire in bed. I’ve fucked plenty of women, meaningless sex that resulted in a lot of fucking good orgasms. What we shared last night resulted in a fucking incredible orgasm. It made me feel like my head was blown off. That wasn’t something I took lightly.”

  Not too sure what he is expecting me to say to that little statement I nod. Opening my mouth to speak, Jax abruptly puts his fingers to my lips and says, “Wait, just hear me out.”

  I shut my mouth and wait for him to continue.

  “I’m sure you’re cottoning on to the fact that I like to lead in the bedroom. And I’ll be honest in telling you that unfortunately, if you don’t like that, it probably won’t last between the two of us. I’ve tried to let a couple of woman lead in the past and it just doesn’t work for me. That said, I saw the way you responded to it last night and I’m sure you liked it too. You need to know that even if I think your gunna like something, one thing I won’t do, ever, is make you do something you don’t want to. And I definitely won’t make you do something that scares you. Now what was bothering you?”

  I start to shiver under his intensive stare as he looks like he is searching through my eyes for something inside my head. Feeling vulnerable but knowing there is no point in avoiding the subject I mumble, “I’m not good at blow jobs.”

  “I find that fucking hard
to believe. Everyone is good at blow jobs. All it takes is a cock, a mouth, some spit, a little bit of suction and plenty of tongue action.”

  “I’m not,” I mumble again, looking to the side and not wanting to let him see my eyes anymore. My confidence wanes under the pressure he is applying.

  “Prove it.” He growls as he lifts onto his knees and leans back to thrust his thick, still hard, now glistening wet, cock towards my face.

  I feel myself jump backwards as my head hits the headrest on the spa behind me. Taken aback at his sudden lunge at my face, I blink but soon become mesmerized by the thick, purple, blood rich, tip of his cock teasing me as it bounces in front of my face.

  I feel my breath quicken as I stare and feel my mouth starting to water again My body is stirring with primal need as I stare at the supreme form of masculinity right before my eyes.

  I feel a tingle between legs and find myself no longer able to resist as I look up at Jax to see him staring down at me with dark, almost black eyes. Primal, lustful eyes.

  Without hesitation I reach out and find myself stroking his length, enjoying the silken feel of his softest skin. I run my fingers along the engorged veins running along its length and find my thumb fitting neatly into the groove at the base of his tip.

  I look up again to see Jax’s head rolling back on his shoulders and feel empowered to continue.

  Gently squeezing, I guide his cock towards my mouth and my tongue darts to taste the tip. I circle my tongue around the tiny hole and I can taste the salty flavor of his want already dripping and oozing.

  Rolling his flavor across my tongue, I suddenly feel hungry for more. I wet my lips as I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, rolling my lips and licking in quick swipes across the crease in its end.

  I hear Jax moan as he pushes his cock towards me harder. He flexes his back as his hands come around to dig into my hair in the back of my head. He continues to urge me forward to take more of him in.

  I feel my breasts harden and stickiness flooding between my legs as my mouth continues to water and I take more of him in. Rolling my tongue over and under his cock I start to suck slightly, licking, sucking, rolling my mouth left and right as I encourage him to push more of himself into my mouth.

  I feel a stronger wash of salt on my tongue and it sets my world on fire. Tingles of excitement twirl down my back and start to burn between my legs. I become torn between the need to take him in my mouth and the need to take him between my legs.

  Moaning I feel my back arching towards him as I start to push my breasts up against his balls. I tip my head back encouraging more. Wanting to take it all but he is now hitting the back of my throat. Slamming deep with each slow, torturous thrust of his hips.

  I feel him grip my hair, painfully hard and the pain endorphins roar through my body as he pushes me harder against his cock.

  Lost in my own lust, I tip my head back further. With each moan, I feel myself swallowing the end of his cock with the back of my throat. I feel myself clamping down, massaging him with each swallow.

  It feels like his cock is thickening bigger than ever as I continue to lathe the side of his cock with my tongue and then swallow with each thrust.

  Humming with need I hear myself keening from the back of my throat. I feel groans coming from deep within my soul. I feel my throat open further and Jax continues to slide in, his cock finding its way down past the back of my tongue and into my throat.

  I feel shocked as I realize he is now slamming into my mouth right to his hilt. I can hear him yelling, “Fuck! Ash! Fuck! Ash!” As he continues to pound into my throat.

  I feel a momentary sense of fear that I am going to choke and try to relax so I can concentrate on breathing out of my nose. I realize there is no way I can draw breath through my mouth.

  Digging his fingernails into my scalp I hear Jax roar, “Fuck Ash, I’m gunna explode.”

  As he continues to thrust into my mouth I feel my body buzzing. My throat is vibrating, pulsing at the same speed that my blood is racing and I feel the need for release building inside me, heat flooding between my legs.

  Jax roars again and I feel him slide back slowly and with one last powerful slam he lodges his cock deep into my mouth and explodes a hot blast of thick cum into my throat. I feel my throat swallowing, clamping down, milking his seed when to my astonishment, an orgasm rips through my body, almost blacking me out with its intensity.

  Holy shit!

  I feel Jax’s fingers slowly release their death grip on my skull as he gently slides his cock out of my mouth and lowers himself into my lap. Stunned and exhausted, I let my head roll to the side, afraid to look in his eyes, knowing something rare has just happened and not too sure how to face it.

  I feel Jax swing his arm behind him as his fingers slowly creep inside me, sliding easily on the sticky juices set free by my orgasm. He pulls his hand back quickly and thrusts his fingers into his mouth.

  “Holy fuck,” he mumbles, his eyes honing in on me as he uses his other hand to turn my face back to look at him.

  “Ash, look at me.” His voice is gentle, encouraging.

  I reluctantly swing my eyes to his, embarrassed and confused.

  “That was the best fucking blow job I’ve ever had in my life. Not good at it my fucking arse. Holy shit woman. And you coming as well, without any manual stimulation, now that is something I’ve never seen before.”

  Feeling drugged and dazed, I blink slowly as my mind registers what he is saying. I force a small smile as my breathing slows and I stare at him, wondering what has just happened. I am unexpectedly satisfied beyond belief.

  “Ash, are you okay?” I watch his eyes pinch together as he moves his face in closer to my face. “Fuck Ash. Are you alright?”

  I nod slowly and he leans in further, softly caressing my lips with his. His tongue swipes gently, seeking entry and I open for him. His tongue gently rolls through my mouth and I respond, gently rolling mine against his, a bit hesitant, wondering if he can taste himself in my mouth.

  He again withdraws and says, “You are okay aren’t you?” A small grin is now teasing at the edge of his mouth.

  I can’t help but grin back. “Yes I am. Slightly earth moved, but more than okay.”

  “Thank fuck. You had me shitting myself there for a minute.”

  He leans in to peck me on the lips. “Time for pizza, here rinse your mouth with this.”

  He hands me my glass of bourbon and I take it, gulping down a few mouthfuls, the cold Coke and ice soothing my throat. I finish the full glass in one sitting as he slowly slides across to sit next to me.

  “I’m not sure I’m hungry, I’ve just had a protein shake.” I quip, smiling at him with amusement.

  I watch as his body shakes and his dimples pop. He is chuckling with amusement.

  “You could say that.”

  The awkwardness of the moment has passed and grinning broadly, he leans across, flips the lid open on the pizza and hands me a piece.

  “Eat, with the shit you’ve been doing to me these past two days, I’m gunna want more. Lots more. For that, you will need your strength.”

  I take the slice of pizza and take a huge bite.

  “You’re the boss.” I say as I happily chew on my pizza and decide that I’m down with blow jobs.

  Any time.

  Chapter Sixteen

  I don’t want to go home

  The rest of my first week with Jax played out like a dream come true.

  I spent my days outside either riding Maverick or I would spend my time watching Jax work with his horses.

  I also got to know many of Jax’s family members a whole lot better. This was because many of them dropped in over the course of the week to visit. At one stage I asked Jax if his life was normally so busy with visitors and he was quick to reply with a no.

  Clearly I was officially a tourist attraction.

  The dream days were always followed up by dream nights of delicious home cooked meals, hot spas and wa
rm nights spent in bed with Jax. The nights were often the highlight of my day as we helped each other discover new ways to set our bodies on fire.

  I started to wonder if this was what love felt like.

  Surely it did, but how could I know when I was sure I had never been in love before. (Well except for with Twinkle that is.) I was painfully aware that it probably wasn’t possible to fall in love with someone in just one week.

  Was it?

  By Saturday, Maverick and I had progressed to riding the paddocks and beyond to the local trails near Jax’s property. Jax always came along for the ride on one of his own horses.

  Once he even bought Trouble along and that was my favorite ride, ever. Watching Jax and Trouble, so fully attuned to each other, powering ahead of me on the trail was a sight to behold. They were two magnificent males, working together to ride as one.

  I loved watching the way Jax swayed along in his saddle in front of me. As he rode, he would gently rock to encourage Trouble along. The active riding causing the muscles on his back to ripple against his shirt as he rhythmically swayed along.

  It was hypnotic to watch and several times I forgot I was even riding a horse myself.

  I decided that day that riding along behind Trouble and Jax was something I could do for hours, all day, every day.

  On these rides, Jax taught me many valuable lessons on riding and dealing with various situations as he found them. He taught me how to manage Maverick over obstacles, in traffic, down steep hills and with kangaroos and motorbikes.

  He also taught me the priceless value of just leaving my horse alone. I learned how important it was that when he was doing the right thing, I only correct him when he changed speed or could not keep the proposed direction.

  Learning to relax and enjoy riding soon became addictive for me. I was surprised how much I enjoyed it and I craved the hours we spent strolling along scenic bush tracks.