It sounded like a warning. A warning I was definitely going to ignore.
I opened my eyes, seeing his head bowed down next to mine, staring at me with that fucking intensity as if I were his favorite toy.
His hands moved behind me, and the next thing I knew he’d unfastened his belt and yanked it free of the loops of his pants, startling me as it whipped through the air.
I laughed nervously.
“You okay?” he taunted, still holding the belt at his side.
I nodded, speaking softly. “That, um … it makes me …”
“What?”
I shifted my eyes, searching for the word. “A little excited?” I confessed.
His amused eyes narrowed. “She likes belts,” he said to himself. “Duly noted.”
My faced warmed, embarrassed, but I arched an eyebrow.
“We’re going to need water,” I advised. “I have my own fantasies, too, so hydrate.”
Pulling out of his grasp, I took him by the hand and led him to the bed. Sitting on the end with my feet on the floor, I put my hands on his hips, holding him in place in front of me and dropping my head back slowly to look up at him.
“Jax?” I whispered, smiling a small, playful smile. “I want to show you how good I can move.” I nipped soft and slow at the button of his pants. “I want you in my mouth.” I licked my lips, looking up at him and rubbing my cheek against his pants. “I want to taste you.” And I slipped my tongue out, licking his pants with the tip, watching his eyes flare and turn intense. “I want you down my throat.” I bared my teeth, nipping at the bulge in his pants. “I want you everywhere.”
He clasped my pigtails at the back of my head, and I continued to rub him with my face and lips, feeling him grow thick and hard through his pants.
I loved watching him watch me. His abs flexing, his thick biceps tightening, his nipple rings gleaming at me, and even though I wanted that body all over me, I loved this view. I could appreciate his beauty, touch him where I wanted, make him feel good …
And that was what I wanted. I wanted to know that I made him feel good.
Moving slowly, I unfastened his pants and slid my fingers under the waistband, gently pulling down his clothes.
I could feel my eyes widen, seeing his erection spring free, standing hard, full, and ready for me.
I knew it was long. I’d felt him through his pants before. But the thickness kind of shocked me.
He wasn’t my first—even though I wished he had been—but I couldn’t say it was fair to compare him to Liam, either. Jax felt so much better. They were on different planets.
He started running his fingers back and forth in my hair, and I looked up at him and wetted my lips.
“I want it.” I darted out my tongue and licked his tip. Again and again, so slow, enjoying the hot taste of him.
His head dropped back. “Oh, fuck, Juliet,” he murmured, gripping my pigtails tighter. “More.”
I took him in my hand, running my palm up and down his shaft as I sucked his tip into my mouth, getting him wet.
And then I dived down, taking him to the back of my throat and holding his hips.
I held him there, trying to ease down and take it all. I wanted him to love this, and I wanted to give it to him. It was almost funny. I never liked doing this for Liam, because it had felt like an obligation. I wanted to keep him, so when my heart wasn’t in it, he could tell.
But I really wanted to do this for Jax.
I moaned, already so wet from just the idea of him in my mouth, filling me up thick and hard.
I worked him up and down, taking him in slowly, knowing that if I eased into it, I could take him all the way, and then back out, running my tongue back and forth on the underside of him.
“Baby, you feel so good,” I groaned, licking him from base to tip, and then taking him back into my mouth.
“Juliet,” he gasped, his faced pinched as I started bobbing up and down on him faster and faster. “What are you doing to me?”
His hands stroked my face, and I looked up, locking eyes with him. Dragging my lips slowly off his cock, I teased the tip with my tongue, holding his gaze as I licked, kissed, sucked, and nipped.
And when I lifted up his cock and sucked the flesh underneath into my mouth, he cried out.
“Fuck, baby,” he exclaimed, pulling away from me and looking at me as if I had done something wrong.
“Wh … ,” I choked out. “Wh-what’s wrong?” My clit was throbbing so hard, and I groaned, rubbing my thighs together.
What the hell?
“Nothing’s wrong,” he barked, yanking his clothes completely off and standing there erect and ready.
I stood up. “Then why did you stop me?”
He pulled me into him, crushing our bodies together and growling with his mouth an inch from my lips. “Because I don’t want to come that way yet. I wanted to make love to you in a bed tonight. Slowly,” he said, holding me firm.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” I pressed.
“But you got me too excited,” he complained. “You’re fucking with my plans.”
He snatched up my lips, and I arched up on my tiptoes to meet his mouth head-on. His strong arms wrapped around me tightly, and before I could control it, I started rolling my hips into his erection that had slipped between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I breathed out, the tease of him there making me shiver. “I can’t wait, Jax. Please,” I begged.
He pulled his mouth away, looked down at me, scowling with his sweaty hair sticking up in all directions and his fire blue eyes looking at me like the calm before the storm.
His hand dipped under the string of my thong at my waist, and my heart jumped when he yanked, ripping the material clean away from my body.
The pathetic black lace scrap fell to the floor, and I had enough time to wrap my arms around his neck before he picked me up and started carrying me for the bed.
We crashed down onto the mattress, and he wasted no time in nestling himself between my thighs and sinking his lips into mine. His hands were everywhere as he leaned over me, keeping his chest just a few inches above me.
“I love to look at you,” he whispered between kisses, grazing a hand over my nipple and down to my stomach.
I lifted my head off the mattress. “I want to fucking feel you inside me, Jax.” I squirmed, bending my knees up.
“Do you?”