“Christ, V, you’re gorgeous.” Pulling her swollen folds apart, he stared like under a spell. Butterflies took wing in her belly, and she felt new wetness where he pierced her with his eyes. “Pretty in pink,” he whispered, using a finger to spread the warmth over her outer lips.
Finally, he licked a wide path from bottom to top, adding a flick of his tongue over her clit that had her hips rocketing off the cushion. Jax wrapped his arms under her thighs and brought his hands around at the juncture of her pelvis to hold her down. Then he dove in to perform the most illicit acts with his tongue ever attempted by any human. That was probably conjecture on her part, but it sure as hell felt like fact.
He was not a man who did anything without intent, and oral sex was no exception. There were no random patterns or juvenile ideas of tracing out the alphabet. Every lick, every flick, every thrust of his tongue had a purpose more lascivious than the last.
Her hands gravitated to her breasts, heavy and tight, and she plucked her nipples, adding pangs of pleasure that shot back and forth as he continued to make love to her with his mouth. Her hips tried to rock against him, but he easily pinned her with his strength. Whimpers escaped her lips, blood roared in her ears as her pulse skyrocketed out of control, and her breaths came fast and hard.
There was no denying it any longer. Jackson Maris was pure evil.
As though supporting her argument, he inserted two thick fingers and started thrusting as he focused his tongue on her clit. Sweat trickled between her breasts. The storm of desire deep in her center swirled faster and faster, threatening to explode in a thunderous clap.
He actually looked like he did this for his pleasure, not hers. When he used his fingers to explore and tease, his eyes never strayed, as though her sex was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. And when he closed his mouth over her, his lids drifted shut like the world’s richest chocolate truffle was melting on his tongue. On top of the dizzying sensations he gave her, watching him was almost enough to make her come.
“Oh yes,” she moaned. “I’m so close.”
“I know, baby.”
“Make me come.”
He slowed his movements, bringing her down a level. The exact opposite of what she wanted. She groaned in frustration.
“You don’t get to call the shots, princess. You need to ask me nicely.”
Vanessa sucked her lower lip between her teeth and clamped down. Her body vibrated, both from the frenzy he’d whipped inside her and resisting what he demanded of her.
“Understand, Vanessa, that I never take my release before my lover. However,” he continued, his gaze boring into her, “I also have the resolve to keep you on the edge like this for hours. It won’t matter how blue my balls get or how badly I want to feel your * squeezing my cock. I won’t give in until you give me what I want.”
Shivers raced over her skin, leaving goose bumps in their wake, despite the sheen of sweat proving she was anything but cold.
“Now,” he rasped as he dragged the pad of his thumb in circles around her clit, “I want you to ask me for what you want. Ask me to let you come, V.”
His words coated her like honey as hers coated his fingers. No lover had ever spoken to her like that. It was hard to believe he could talk like that. Normally he was all charm and killer smile.
This side of Jackson was the complete opposite. His tone brooked no arguments, and there wasn’t anything about the way he looked that led her to believe he was joking. On the contrary, she knew he meant every word.
And it turned her on. Way more than it should.
He flicked her clit with his thumb and she almost blacked out. Could you die from orgasm deprivation? She’d bet the answer was yes, but she had no desire to find out.
“Please, Jackson,” she said, not only pleading with her words but in the way her back arched toward the ceiling and her fingers dug into her breasts. “Please let me come.”
The muscles in his jaw leaped with a slight flare of his nostrils. “My pleasure.”
An instant later he filled her up with three fingers, turning them up to stroke the sinful spot at the top with every retreat. The pleasure flared deep in her center. He’d kept her primed so long it took less than thirty seconds before she crested the swell. Her breaths turned to pants, her hands clawed at his strong shoulders, needing to ground herself as her body threatened to fly apart.
Her eyes had squeezed shut and she couldn’t hear much over her own sounds, but she thought she heard him growl a “fucking beautiful” right before placing his mouth on her clit and sucking it in pulses that finally and blessedly gave her sweet release.