by Olivia Chase
“How’s your brother doing?” I ask.
Jax leans across the table and one hand reaches out to stroke the knuckles of my hand gripping the coffee cup. My skin comes alive from the touch. “He’s fine,” Jax says. “Turning into a boring married guy. But let’s talk about something else.”
“What do you want to talk about?” I ask, not surprised to hear how breathy I sound. God, his proximity is magnetic. I can’t stop staring at his face. He has to know how hot he is. And yet he’s here across the table from me.
“I want to talk about…what kind of coffee you drink.” His mouth twitches.
“I’m not sure you can handle my coffee,” I say. Who is this flirty girl I’ve turned into with him? This isn’t like me at all. But when I’m near him, I just can’t stop it from coming out.
“You’re probably right,” he concedes, leaning back in the chair, resting his forearms on the table. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to try.”
“I like it strong and hot,” I say with a grin.
His lips curl into an easy smile. “Yeah, you seem like a black-coffee kind of person to me.”
I miss his touch now that he’s pulled back, but then in the next instant, I chastise myself for being so ridiculous. I’m better than this—I’m not one to be swayed by a smooth talker.
“Are you going to get one?” I ask him, trying to compose myself.
He shakes his head, and his eyes get this strange intensity. “Nope. Already had way too much this morning. I came to hang out with you.”
For some reason, the answer makes me flush all over. Just when Jax is being flirty and flippant and I think I’m in control of the situation, he throws out some comment that seems sincere and honest, and it knocks me off balance.
I bite my lower lip, which draws his attention to my mouth. I see his pupils flare. God. He’s so sexually reactive, and it makes me respond in kind. My core is already pulsing just sitting across the table from him, and I can feel my panties getting a little wet. At least I have a table between us to protect me from letting things go too far.
“You have the fucking sexiest lips I’ve ever seen,” he murmurs. “I’ve been thinking about that mouth for days now.”
The breath catches in my lungs. I press my palms to my lap and squeeze my thighs. The arousal is hitting me harder now, with my pulse picking up, my clit beginning to throb. I can’t help but remember how it felt to have his fingers inside me.
I want more.
“My youngest brother, Asher, is a junior in college,” he says, and I blink at the sudden topic change. “He’s a football player. Acing his classes.” I see the pride clear on his face, and I feel my heart tug in response. It’s evident how much he loves his family. “Do you have any siblings?”
“My sister, Della.”
“Is she in school?”
“No, she’s working. She has a toddler—she’s a single mom.” Thinking about my sister makes me feel a sudden surge of guilt. She’d be so disappointed in me right now, saying I should be learning from her example, not repeating it.
She already made this mistake of getting involved with a man who only wanted fun and didn’t want to deal with any real life consequences.
I shift in my seat and glance down at the table. Should I go? I don’t want to, but I can feel myself weakening around Jax. Wanting more from him.
The other night was supposed to be a one-time event. That’s all.
“That must be a handful to deal with,” Jax says, breaking through my confusion. “And on her own, too. It’s not easy, I’m sure. I don’t know how my dad did it, to be honest. Raising us three boys alone…we were insane.” He shakes his head and chuckles, and there’s a bittersweet look in his eyes that makes my heart clench.
“Did your mom pass away?” I ask.
His face hardens, and he stares over my shoulder. “No. She left.”
My cheeks burst into flame. “God, I’m sorry. It’s none of my business. What’s your brother’s major?”
“Sports medicine.” Some of the tension leaks out of his shoulders, but the stiffness is still there. “He wants to get into coaching. He’ll be good at it—he’s a fantastic athlete. Way more than I or Smith ever were.”
“So you decided to not go to school?” I’m finding myself more and more curious about this man. What makes him tick. I can see his mother’s abandonment has impacted him—he still feels very strongly about it. Bringing her up clearly touched a nerve.
His eyes land on mine again, and my chest tightens at the weight in his stare. I can’t read his emotions right now. “Schoolin’ wasn’t right for me, darling. We can’t all be Shakespeare.”
“Intelligence isn’t reflected by a college degree,” I reply. I absolutely believe it. My mom didn’t go to college, but she’s one of the smartest people I know. She can talk circles around her friends about politics, sports, and books. “I know lots of idiots taking courses on campus. I’ve seen people in my class turn in papers with their own names misspelled.”
That makes him laugh. “And these folks are going to be our future doctors, lawyers, and presidents. Scary. I may go move to the mountains and live in a cabin.”
“Nah, you’d hate not having a bunch of girls around you,” I tease. “Where else would you get your ego inflated?”
“You put me in my place, Brooklyn,” he says, shaking his head. He leans forward again and this time touches my hand and slides his fingers along the small bones of my wrist. He squeezes there. “Maybe I need a little more of that in my life.”
My throat is tight and I’m unsure what to say. I can feel my heart slamming against my chest. Could Jax want more from me? Before I can speak, my roommate and her girlfriend stand beside the table, staring down at me and eyeing Jax with more than a little interest.
“Brooklyn. Hi.” Gail’s grinning down, a wicked flare in her eyes, a smirk painted on her face. “Introduce me to your friend.”
Jax stands and offers his hand. “I’m Jax. And you lovely ladies are…?”
“Gay as fuck,” Gail’s girlfriend, Samantha, says with a laugh as she slides into the seat beside Jax. “But you’re cute, and I can see how that works for you on straight girls. Good for you, Brooklyn. He really is ripped like you said.”
My face is burning now. Shit. I told them about the coffee date this morning, confessing how cute Jax is and how I was a bit nervous to meet him. Their boisterous affirmation that it was going to be fine helped sooth me a bit.
Before I know what’s happening, Jax has moved to sit beside me, leaving his seat open for Gail. I feel the heat of his body against the length of mine, our thighs pressed together, and I pull myself away when I realize I’m swaying toward him. But oh God, he smells so good, that cologne slightly spicy, and I can see he shaved and his jawline is strong—
“Earth to Brooklyn,” Gail says with a guffaw. “Are you still alive?” She grabs my coffee and takes a swig. Blanches and slides it back toward me. “Ugh, you ever heard of sugar? This shit is nasty.”
“Get your own, jerk,” I reply in a mock icy tone. Gail is crass and crazy and not like me at all, but she’s been a good roommate and she’s pretty funny when she isn’t hamming it up, like she is right now for Jax. I can tell she’s trying to see how he reacts to her. It’s her way of judging people—if they can’t handle her at her worst, they don’t deserve her at her best. That quote, a favorite of hers, is on a Marilyn Monroe poster hanging on her side of our room.
“I’m happy to get you guys coffee if you want,” Jax offers.
Samantha shakes her head. “Nah, Gail’s just being a pain. We were sitting at another table and saw you guys over here, so we decided to crash your party.”
“There’s no party to crash,” I say smoothly. “Jax’s brother married my cousin last weekend.”
Gail nods. “Heard it was a lot of fun.” The insinuation in her tone makes me edgy. I didn’t tell her what happened against the wall, but it sure sounds like I did.
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nbsp; Then there’s the strong heat of Jax’s hand on my bare thigh. His fingers slide along the tender inner skin of my leg, his thumb caressing my kneecap. “It was a great time. I got to know Brooklyn pretty well,” he says.
My pulse throbs throughout my body. Shit, he’s getting me turned on, and they have no idea he’s touching me under the table. I feel my pussy clench and grow wetter, and I swallow and try to keep the smile even on my face.
Try not to give it away.
Because while part of me wants to tell him no, to stop touching me like this, the rest of me has been aching for his hand on my bare skin for over a week now. And the fact that we might get caught, that someone might see…it ramps up the dirtiness of the moment for me.
He squeezes my thigh and inches higher up.
The three of them make small talk, with me inserting generic “uh-huhs” and “yeahs” in to fake like I’m paying attention. But all of my focus is on that wicked hand touching me. I don’t know how Jax does it, but he’s really good at acting like he’s not inching closer and closer to my wet core. It’s hard to even tell if this is affecting him like it is me. I should close my legs and deny him access, but I find myself spreading my thighs a bit wider, pressing my leg against his.
He shifts in his seat, the first sign of arousal in him, and the private glance he shoots me is so hot it makes me want to explode right here.
How did I think he wasn’t aroused? I can see his pulse throbbing at the base of his throat, and his hand is now gripping my thigh hard. His breathing is slightly elevated.
God, just touching my leg has made him this turned on? I ache with my own need, mingled with my own small surge of smugness. The infamous Jax Beckett, hot for me, a virgin with painfully little experience.
Then his fingers brush my apex, barely covered by wet panties, and I fight the urge to jump in shock, in raw desire. I hear him suck in a breath and his fingers push harder, nudge the fabric aside and stroke my slit.
Gail and Samantha rise. Gail gives me a long, knowing look. “So, we’re heading to class now and probably won’t be back to the room until late afternoon.”
A splash of heat surges up my throat and cheeks, and I hear Jax give a low chuckle. Subtle, Gail. “Have fun,” I say.
“You, too.” She winks, and the two hold hands and walk off.
Jax turns me to face him, one thigh nudged between my trembling legs. He cups my face and brings his mouth right to the shell of my ear. “I need to taste you right fucking now. Right now, Brooklyn.”
Something about his guttural command makes me say, “Yes, please.” I need it, too. Stupid, insane, maybe. But I just need one more taste of his mouth. I want to touch him this time, see what he feels like in my hand. Maybe lick him down there, if I can. I’ve not gone down on a man before, and I ache to feel him fill my mouth.
He grabs my hand and yanks me out of my seat, and I barely have time to get my bag and toss my leftover coffee in the garbage before we’re out the door. My pulse is pounding in my entire body, and my skin is tight with my need.
The walk to my room feels like it takes far too long. I want to be in there already, spread out on my bed, his body above me. I want his mouth on mine, his skin sliding along my heated flesh.
When we finally get to my room and the door closes behind me, I lock it, and Jax steps toward me. He grips the back of my head and slants my mouth in a hard, insistent kiss. I find my knees weakening and I grip him to keep myself standing.
His cock is an iron rod pressed against my thigh. I feel it pulsing, and my pussy clenches in some kind of instinctive need. No, I chant to myself, I can’t do that. No sex. Just…I don’t know what, but I want more of him though. I can’t even imagine the things he could show me. The ways he could please me.
He pulls back and his lips are parted, his eyes dark on mine with the blue of his pupils barely visible. He’s panting, and his breaths are matching my own frantic inhales. “God, I’ve wanted to taste this mouth for far too long now.”
When his fingers reach for the bottom of my shirt, I pause.
He stops moving and swallows. I can see the urgent need in his body, in the tightness of his muscles. “Tell me what you want, darling.”
The fact that he stops instantly and read my nervousness makes me feel a little safer. “Um.” I lick my lips and shrug. “I…don’t quite know. More of what we did before. And I would like to…” I suck in a steeling breath and reach down to touch his huge dick. It jumps under my fingers. “I want to see it and maybe taste it.”
Jax’s groan shudders beneath my skin. I’ve only touched a naked dick once before, and I wasn’t quite sure what I was doing then. But with Jax right now, I feel like that doesn’t matter. He just wants my hands on him.
I get bolder and cup my hand, run it along the length, over his tight jeans.
More than anything right now, I wish I had the courage to unzip those jeans and take him out, feel it for real, nothing between us.
“God,” he moans, “yes.” His fingers grip my waist under my shirt, but he doesn’t move them. He opens his eyes and looks at me. “I want to put my mouth on that pussy. Let me taste you, Brooklyn. All over.”
My nod is shaky, and that’s all the encouragement he needs. He whips off my shirt and tank top, tossing them to the floor, then slides my skirt down my hips, where it puddles at my feet. I’m standing in front of him in my prettiest bra and underwear, pale pink lace.
Because despite me telling myself nothing was going to happen, I still put on something sexy.
“Fuck.” His fingers brush the fabric with reverence as he devours me with his gaze. “This looks so gorgeous on you that I want to rip it off.”
I am shaking now, aching for him to touch me more. “Please,” I murmur. I reach over and fumble at his waistband.
He gets the idea and with one arm, yanks off his shirt, then slides out of his jeans. He’s wearing boxer briefs, and his dick is bobbing between us, hard and huge. I swallow. Can I fit all of that in my mouth?
I want to try.
I drop to my knees, lining my mouth up with his cock, and nudge the slit of his underwear aside.
“Darling, you don’t have to—” His words are swallowed with a groan when I touch the tip of my tongue to the head of his dick. “Oh fuck, dear Jesus, yes.”
The flesh is warm and silky and I run my mouth along it. Pop the tip between my lips and give a little suck.
His hips buck a fraction before he catches himself and stills, and he reaches down to bury his hands in my hair.
The gestures are encouraging enough to make me want to try more. I drop my jaw as wide as I can and push his cock deeper into my throat. It fills my mouth, with a little pre-come dripping onto my tongue. I lick, suck, swallow.
He begins to pump my mouth, just a touch, not enough to choke me. I feel my pussy growing soaked from giving him pleasure and I reach down to stroke myself as I lick him. I nudge the fabric down to my knees and touch my clit. I’m slippery wet, my fingers dancing along the hard nub.
That dark pulse pounds from my pussy to my lower belly, out to my fingers and toes. Could I come like this?
I get explorative with my blowjob and pull off him completely, then slide my wet mouth along the underside of his cock. His legs tighten, the muscles clenching visibly, and he gasps.
“Fuck, Brooklyn,” he says as he grips my shoulders and then tugs me to standing. His eyes are wild now, and it makes me feel wild and bold and wanton. He pushes me until I’m lying on the bed and strips my panties off the rest of the way, then my bra.
When he removes his boxer briefs then lies on top of me, I moan at the sensation of our bodies completely naked. It’s decadent and intoxicating. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and feel his cock resting heavy on my stomach.
Jax moves his head down until our mouths are just a breath apart. “I’m not coming until you do, Brooklyn. Now I want you to spread those legs wide for me, because I’m going to lick your cunt so hard you’ll for
get your own name.”
Jax
I’ve always said that licking a woman’s pussy is the hottest thing ever.
I was wrong. Because licking one particular woman’s pussy—Brooklyn, to be specific—is the hottest thing ever, and it puts all other women I’ve ever been with to shame. Makes me forget what anyone else tasted like, felt like.
I glide my tongue along the plump curves of her labia, and she sighs and spreads her legs wide for me. No bashfulness, no reserve. She’s dripping wet, her juices coating my mouth. So fucking eager, so hungry to be pleased. My blood slams through my veins in an almost painful throb. God, I want to be inside her so badly it hurts. I can feel my dick pulsing against her leg. Precome is starting to leak onto her bare flesh.
She gives an innocent sigh and tunnels her fingers in my hair, tugging me closer to her cunt. “Oh God, wow, that feels…wow, I’ve never had this done before…”
She’s never been eaten out? Like, ever?
Fuck.
Me.
The fact that I’m the first man to ever taste her in this way makes something primal roar to the surface. I want to own her, be the only man to ever have her in this way. It’s an odd reaction for me, almost uncomfortable in its possessiveness, but I try not to focus on that.
I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue, smirking when she thrusts her hips toward my mouth. Obviously she’s enjoying it. She’s moaning and writhing from my unceasing ministrations.
I slide two fingers into her hot pussy and begin to stroke. Fuck, how did I forget how tight she is? Tight and wet, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever felt.
Her moans turn to desperate gasps, and she grips my hair and fucks my face, and suddenly it’s my life’s mission to give this girl the most fucking amazing orgasm she’s ever had in her life. Her juices are all over my mouth, her pussy is swollen and warm, and I’m so fucking horny I can’t stand it.
It’s difficult to shove my needs aside, but this is her moment. I’m going to make it the best memory she’ll ever have.
