Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

He moved his mouth to the other breast and licked her nipple. She bit her lip to hold in another whimper.

He chuckled, low and dark. “You’re so sensitive.”

“You’re so good. The way you touch and kiss and…everything is just so perfect.”

“Everything?” he murmured, circling her nipple with his tongue until she arched her back, pushing her breast toward him. But he didn’t take it like she wanted. “What else feels good?”

He wanted to hear her say it. She closed her eyes, as if the dark room wasn’t enough cover. “The way you suck me.”

His mouth closed over her nipple, but he didn’t suck her as much as kiss her. “Like that?”

“Harder,” she whispered.

“Harder what?”

“Suck me harder.”

He growled and covered her breast with his mouth, rolled her nipple with his tongue, then tightened down with suction. Excitement flooded her body and stroked her pussy. She moaned and pulled her hands from his hair, slid them around his waist. She scratched her fingers over his skin and pushed them into the back of his jeans and under his boxers.

God, his ass was all tight muscle and hot, smooth skin. She pushed deeper into his pants and scraped. He growled, a frustrated, slightly angry sound. His hands dropped to her hips, thumbs hooked in the strings of her panties, and pulled them over her hips.

“You’re right,” he said. “The smell of the leather and your skin is fucking delirium.”

He slowly dropped into a crouch in front of her as he kissed his way down her body while skimming her panties down her thighs, past her knees, over her calves, and off her heels. The sight of this strong, broad-shouldered shadow kneeling in front of her was such a turn-on, a fresh wave of wetness slicked her sex. His tattoo flowed over his left bicep, across his shoulder, up his neck, and down his back. She wished for light again, aching to watch that ink roll with the movement of his muscle.

“Well, look here,” he murmured, his hands pausing on her thighs, his gaze on her pussy. “I’ve become distracted.”

Jax’s fingers tightened on her thighs and eased her legs apart. Lexi dragged in air. Jax’s grip lightened, and his hands caressed their way up her inner thighs. She tightened the grip on his shoulders. Her sex clenched in anticipation of his touch. But his hands reversed direction right where she needed him most.

He shifted to his knees and edged closer. Pressed his lips to the front of one thigh. Then the other. Lexi closed her eyes. Then his mouth pressed between her legs, and she gasped, her eyes popping open.

“Oh Jesus.”

One of Jax’s big hands gripped her thigh just above her knee and pushed it sideways. He lifted her foot off the ground and pinned her leg to the wall, exposing her.

“My snacks must be wearing off,” he murmured. “I’m suddenly starving.”

Lexi reached for the corner of the wall for balance. His mouth pressed against her again. Kissing. Then exploring. Then licking.

She swore he was drawing pictures with his tongue. Tracing every ridge, every fold. Tension built quick and intense. Pressure rose through her entire lower body.

“Baby,” Jax murmured. “You’re ready again. I can feel you throbbing on my tongue.”

He slid his fingers over her swollen folds and pulled them open. The touch of air against hot, wet skin tantalized. He licked directly over her clit—slow, hot, wet pressure in a spiral. The pleasure pounded her body. She moaned and squirmed.

“Jax—”

His mouth closed, his tongue moved, and Lexi’s mind disintegrated in pleasure. Jax didn’t just use a flick of his tongue or a little suckle of his lips. Jax ate her. He used his entire mouth in a fervent attack, taking her in, licking and stroking every inch of her until she thought she’d come apart, only to stop just before she exploded and slowly suck her out of his mouth. He stroked her with his hand, separated her with his fingers, then dove back in with his full, open mouth, repeating the exquisite torture until she was writhing against the wall, panting his name.

“You wanted me to savor you…inside…little Lexi.” He released her hips. “Let everything go and ride my mouth.”

When he put his mouth back to her this time, he thrust his tongue up inside her.

“Oh fuck.” She grabbed the corner of the wall with one hand, his head with the other, and let his hands guide her hips to his mouth. He pulled her hips forward each time he drove his tongue inside, then held her against his mouth while he stroked and sucked.

“Jax.” It was too much. Too damn much. It was crazy, amazing, blistering pleasure. “Jax. Jax.”

He thrust into her, hummed, and rubbed his face against her pussy. The friction sent her skyward, and she splintered. Pleasure knifed through every part of her body, filling, overflowing, then bursting.