“That’s not fair if I have to pay by the inch!”
“I love everything your mouth does, Ella Wade. Your words, your kisses, your wicked little tongue.”
“Well, what did you have in mind?”
Yeah, okay, I know what he has in mind even if he can’t answer me with his head already down between my thighs.
“You’re spoiling me,” I say as his eyes dart up to meet mine. “I want to do things for you, too.”
He kisses my inner thighs ever so gently. “There’s nothing I want more in this life than to get you off,” he says. “Use me, take advantage of me. You’ll make me the happiest man alive.”
His words alone make me flower and ache. This is what I’ve been waiting for all my life—a man whose words and need and big cock will bring about my complete undoing. “Dear boy,” I say. “Why are you so good?”
“Lie back,” he says—and with that his tongue laps at my wet lips, parting them wider. Uh-oh, he’s found me so drenched it’d be embarrassing if it wasn’t so fucking amazingly hot. I open my legs as wide as I can to give him easier access and space to eat me alive.
“You’re delicious,” he says against my pussy, almost breathing it out so I can feel the small sound waves vibrating against my swelling flesh. This is what I am right now, not an aspiring writer, not a mystery investigator, just an aching, throbbing, shameless pussy.
He squeezes my thighs now, too roughly, but I instantly forgive him. His thumb strokes my wetness, slowly sliding inside and I mewl. Yes, I fucking mewl like a dying kitten.
His manic tongue gets busy with my clit, licking, sucking, flicking, swirling and kissing. I’m being pushed toward a fast, high climax within seconds, maybe even some squirting. I will have no control whatsoever.
How the hell can he do this to me every single time?
Jax slides a second finger inside and my body squeezes tight around his strong fingers as they press inside me, finding the secret spot in there that sends shocks of a new kind of pleasure through my core.
“Do you like?” he asks.
“Uh-huh,” I say, almost humming. “Shut-up. More.” Now I’m the cavewoman talking in one-word grunt sentences. Real charming, Ella.
“I love my naughty girl,” he says and then his tongue attacks me again, pressing roughly against my clit, circling it while his fingers push deeper and rub my inner walls rhythmically.
I don’t want to escape this ever but my body begins to quiver and throb in anticipation of a crushing orgasm. I give in. The words come pouring out and I have zero control over them. “That’s it. Fuck,” I say in a whimper, pulling tight on his hair to keep him in place. “Don’t stop. Jax, oh my lord. Fuck me with your fingers. Faster, harder, yes, yes, keep doing, keep doing. Oh my sweet fucking lord! I’m going to come. Make me come.”
Everything implodes in a hot electric pulse and then it begins. I scream and clench around his fingers, and I quake so hard my belly tickles and my mind blows into warm sensations that thrill every joint in my body. Pure ecstasy lifts me up, rolling through me like a hurricane, leaving me gasping and whining in exhaustion as my heart stretches out and pounds blood everywhere. What in the hell is this? I’ve nothing to compare it to.
This was no orgasm, more like a total and complete bodygasm.
He quickly climbs over me, placing a hand beneath my head to push me up in a sitting position. “Sorry, babe,” he says, “no rest for you this time.”
He picks me up and sits me down on him, pulling me close. My breasts smash against his firm chest.
I barely have a moment to exhale when I feel the pressure down there as he pushes his thick erection inside me already, hard and impatient.
I’ve never been wetter and manage to stretch around the head without screaming. I lift my hips a little and then lower myself down onto him, biting my lip as the pressure is mingled with a short, sharp tinge of pain, until he fills me completely. I mean, fucking completely, stretching me to my absolute limit with every short thrust of his slowly probing cock.
I’m on top but he’s doing the work.
I kiss his mouth and get my hands on his chiseled pecs and ridiculously defined abs. I want to rain kisses down on them when I spot something that shoots me straight into a sudden shock.
“What the hell?” I say, staring at the fresh tattoo right underneath his collarbone, across the top of his left pec. “What is that?”
His smirk is maddening as his hands thrust my hips up and then pull me hard back down onto his cock. “Don’t stop moving,” he says. “I can’t bear it.”
“Jax, stop,” I say, feeling the rough skin under the dark blue ink with my fingers. I study the elaborate calligraphy of the script that looks like it is trapped within vines and rose bushes, the blue tones circled by some scarlet and some golden hues, curling across his tanned skin where my name has been engraved forever. Ella Wade.
He follows my gaze now, studying my face as I’m trying to find the right words. “Do you like it?” he says, a serious look in his eyes.
I don’t want to say yes. Not yet. I’m kind of mad at him now and I’m not sure why. “What did you do?” I say instead. “How are you ever going to get naked for a photo shoot again? Double duty for your photo polish guy.”
“Why would I want to Photoshop it out?”
“Because, you know, the whole world will see it.”
“So what? Last time I checked, it’s not a crime to love a woman.”
He’s right and yet I can’t let go. I try to get off his lap and off his cock for that matter, but his hands hold me steady. “Seriously, why did you do it? I hope you know I don’t need tattoos of my name to believe you love me.”
“Who said anything about trying to prove I love you?” The seriousness is quickly replaced by a devilish, crooked grin. “I wanted you to see your name every time I fuck you.”
The bastard is so pleased with himself right now I should smack him. But his hard cock is still throbbing inside me, keeping me hungry and needy, and—let’s be honest for a second—I fucking love it that my name is on his chest now and not just his lips. Ella Wade, immortalized on the hottest man’s delicious body for the world to see that he’s mine. “Okay,” I say in a conciliatory tone, “have your pussy then and we’ll discuss this later.”
“Your words make me so fucking hot,” he says with a chuckle before he sucks on a nipple, making me whimper. He begins fucking me again, staring into my eyes as he lifts me up. He holds me in place while he begins to thrust his hips from below me, fucking me rapidly. This man is flexible and tireless and my pussy is loving it.
Waves of pleasure build up in me again as I’m so stretched my clit rubs against his shaft, his hand cupping a breast, my eyes inevitably catching glimpses of my name on his glistening skin and, holy fuck, he’s right, it’s so unbelievably hot that he did that.
I put my palm against his bulging chest, fingers tracing the ink patterns, and my eyes roll back in my head, the mounting pressure inside me searching for a release.
“Yes, that’s it, come for me,” Jax says, panting, as my pussy clamps around his cock, strange wet sucking noises coming out of my enflamed lips.
I let go, losing touch with everything that isn’t Jaxson Cole, my whole being concentrated on the sensations he’s causing, and as I ride the waves of my second spectacular orgasm, feelings overtake me and break me apart into confessional fragments of body and soul.
“I love you, Jack,” I say, the words hitting my own ears as if coming from a distance. Stranger words never before pronounced by my lips.
“Ella Wade, you’re my salvation,” he says, as his hot load explodes inside me, filling me up.
I’ve never allowed a man to do that before even when on the pill. This gift is only for him. I’ve been waiting to share this with Jaxson all my life long.
We remain connected, forehead against forehead, catching our breath, until his long, soft cock slides out of me, covered in both our juices.
Jax chuckles as he kisses my cheek, right next to my ear. “I love you, sweet Ella,” he says. “It’s always been you.”
I smile for him until an icy chill creeps into my bones and some dark premonition slowly comes to life between my surging heartbeats.
—nine—
Jaxson
Ella Wade. I observe the inked name in the mirror with the same affection I look at the girl herself. Some scabbing has already begun to form, messing with the shape and color of the pattern, but when the healing is over, her name will be with me forever.
She’s in the shower now, washing the salty Ventura ocean waters off her skin and hair. It took a little convincing to get her to come with me to an ocean-side hotel but in the end, she was happy to leave everything behind. It makes my blood boil when I think of the dangers she’s been exposed to through no fault of her own.
I have an impulse to scratch the skin underneath the ink but I remember the warning against it. It makes me smile bitterly to remember how Ella was worried about the tattoo and how it would affect my photo shoots and possible movie roles. She doesn’t know that we can never go back to that life again. I’ll have to give her some bullshit story to get her out of the country, maybe a fashion show in Italy or France, except we can’t really go there. We’ll have to pick something quieter, less obvious, a small town in a small country like Belgium or Cyprus. I won’t tell her until we’re there and then I’ll explain everything after she’s fallen in love with our new life.
Lucius will be livid when he realizes what I’ve done. We spent an entire day together at HQ and in the end he had me agree to lay low and not see Ella for a while.
Honest to God, I don’t think he believed me, but it won’t matter anyway when he knows for sure. He’ll still be enraged and want my head on a platter.
According to him, the charges against me will be dropped by Monday. If we can make it through the weekend, Ella and I will be free to travel. We’ll have to stay here for a few days, swimming, dining in and making love. There are worse fates than that.
Ella wanted me to ask Lucius about Rick Esposito. I could not do that. My uncle might figure out Esposito’s connection to Ella. So I lied about that too, telling her Lucius didn’t have an answer for me.
“Jax?” Her voice from the shower startles me. “You’re too quiet. Everything okay?”
“It’s perfect,” I say. “I’ll join you in a minute.”
I probably should do just that and forget about all that shit for now. I get rid of my swimming trunks and enter the bathroom. Ella’s in the bathtub, covered in bubbles to her neck. She smiles.
“Sweet little Ella in a bubble bath,” I say, kneeling down next to the tub on the soft mat. This girl makes my heart race with every little thing she does. To my eyes, she’s the hottest thing in the universe with her small hands shoving the bubbles back and forth, her hair half wet falling across her forehead.
“It’s been so long since I did anything relaxing,” she says.
“I’m offended. What about the times I went down on you?”
“That’s not exactly relaxing. It’s powerful and exhilarating and it leaves me panting and wanting more.”
“Relaxing you want,” I say, grabbing the shampoo bottle. “I can do that.”
“Really? You’re going to shampoo my hair?”
“I want you to close your eyes and exhale. Decompress.”
She giggles cutely. “Make sure you don’t get soap in my eyes.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I say, turning the showerhead on to wet her luscious hair.
“There’s that word again,” she says. “You’re so polite, but I’m not sixty yet.”
She lies back, relaxing her shoulders, her eyes half-shut. My hands lather her hair slowly, gently massaging her scalp until she starts humming her contentment.
I didn’t mean for this to happen but my cock stiffens. Her beauty in the suds with glimpses of her thick, perky nipples and her deeply sexual humming sounds light a fire deep in my belly arousing all my extremities. My fingertips pound with my heartbeat. My toes feel the contours of the floor tiles. My own nipples tickle with the residue of the sea. My selfish cock tingles with Ella’s occasional humming.
After I’m done rinsing the soap off her hair, I reach under the bubbles and cup her breast, warm and slippery and fucking sublime. She arches her back a bit to show her approval.
I kiss her wet neck, breathing in her scent, and then bite down on her shoulder softly as I keep squeezing her breast. She shifts her weight a little but keeps her eyes shut.
My fingers trace her collarbone and then cover her throat before they find the back of her neck, pulling her face to mine. I push my tongue inside her mouth, parting her lips, to taste her. My heart erupts every time we kiss.
“You’re so hard,” she says as she opens her eyes to peek at my erection as it bobs up against my belly button.
“You did this,” I say, yanking her wet hair in my fist as a punishment. She gasps but then she outmaneuvers me, flinging a hand out of the water to grasp my throbbing shaft.
She looks at me, licking her lips. “And now I’m doing this.”
She gets the head in her tiny mouth before I spring to my feet like I’ve been electrocuted. “Out,” I command her.
She doesn’t ask why, she doesn’t hesitate, she doesn’t even blink. She supports herself with one hand on the edge of the tub before she stands up, bubbles sticking to her rosy nipples and concealing most of her delightful trimmed triangle of desire.
I’m tempted to lick the soap off her skin inch by inch but I’m too impatient for that. I let her stand there while I run the hot water in the shower. I lift her up and she wraps her arms around my neck helplessly. I set her down in the shower, closing the glass door behind me.
My mouth crushes down on hers under the steamy showerhead. “Have you done it in the shower before?” I tease against the soft skin between her neck and collarbone.
She shakes her head. “Well, I have tried,” she says with a naughty grin, “but I didn’t have an orgasm.”
Whether it’s true or not, she just presented me with a challenge. “You know how to drive me crazy, Ella Wade. I’m going to teach you a thing or two,” I say, hoisting her up in the air to slide her down on my cock, her back against the tile wall of the shower.
She screams before she wraps her legs around my waist as tight as a vise, her hands searching for support on the tiles.
“So fucking tight,” I growl, throwing all my weight on her to keep her pinned against the wall.
Ella’s breathing gets faster as I dig into her, little moans coming out in short intervals. The sounds she makes always turn me on more than anything else. Her words and her sounds. Her voice is magic. I called her once just to hear her before hanging up.
I speed up my hips destroying her pussy a little the way she likes. Her pussy clamps down even tighter, squeezing my cock hard, as she’s seized up by the power of her impending orgasm. I let myself go as soon as her quivering quiets down, blasting deep inside her, filling her up as my whole body convulses. I groan as I grind a bit more inside her.
Sex with Ella doesn’t feel good, it feels devastating. I press my forehead against hers, holding on tight. I’ll never be able to let her go.
*
The last thing I expect when I hear a knock on the door is to see Brad standing there. Yes, I told him where we would spend the next few days but I sure as hell didn’t include an invitation.
“Hey, dude, you going to let me in?” he says, grinning from ear to ear.
I honestly don’t want to let him in. I want him to go back to where he fucking came from. Brad being here could open up a whole new world of trouble for Ella and me.
“What’s up, dude?” I say, dragging him inside the hotel room by the collar of his jean jacket.
“Hey, ease up, bro,” he says. “Well, hello there, miss Wade.”
I follow his gaze to where Ella is standing in her super-revealing yellow strin
g bikini, an expression of confusion on her face.
“Brad’s here uninvited,” I say, cursing under my breath for all the explaining I will have to do.
“How nice,” Ella says, wrapping her beach towel around her body. “I guess that means we’re not walking to the beach?”
“You go on, Ella,” Brad says, before I have a chance to respond. “I have some things I need to tell your lover boy here.”
Ella bends her face at him, a cute frown forming. I can tell she’s working out the probabilities in her head. “Wait,” she says. “Is what you have to say related to the strip club?”
Brad eyes Ella, unsure if he should respond or not. The fucking idiot cannot see that this has gone beyond the point of recovery. Ella is on to him and he might as well have blabbed already.
“Don’t even think about it,” Ella says, reading his mind. “I’m not just going to go away so the men can talk. I’m in this as much as anyone.”
“It’s fine,” I reassure Brad. “Say what you have to say. I don’t keep secrets from Ella.” If only that were true.
“Okay, I am sorry I showed up here, Jax. I have information I couldn’t discuss on the phone so you can stop thinking about kicking my ass.”
“Get to the point, Brad.”
“Rumor has it Wolf will be showing up again.”
“Wolf?” Ella says. Her eyes sparkle as she gets it. “The dangerous man at the club. The one that Madison was seeing.”
Brad nods. “My sources say he will come to the club tonight or maybe tomorrow night. What do you want me to do about it, Jax?”
There’s no easy answer, especially with Ella pricking up her ears to hear what I have to say. I’ve put myself in this position when I decided to set my own plan in motion and keep certain truths from Ella. It’s my mess and Brad should not have to work on this alone. “We’ll deal with this together,” I say. “It’s time I paid Peach Corner a visit.”
“When are we leaving?” Ella says.
This is turning into a bad idea fast. “We are not going anywhere. I am.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.”
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