Wild Zone (Rough Riders Hockey 4)

“Baby,” he said, low, throaty. “It won’t work anyway because I’m not gonna last until it’s on.”

He reached for it, and she pulled back. “Do your best. I have faith in you.”

“It would be easier if you put it on the head first, then rolled it with your mouth.”

She frowned. “I can see this isn’t a new trick for you. Guess I just have to do it better.”

Remaining out of his reach until she had a good grip on the condom with her mouth was harder than it sounded and she grabbed his hands when he tried to reach for her again, pinning them at his sides. She landed a perfect shot over the head of his cock on the first try.

She’d planned on grinning up at him in triumph once the rubber was seated over his head, but the way his hands fisted in the sheets beneath her own gave her such a thrill, she couldn’t stop. Jax was growling and writhing on the bed beneath her by the time she reached the base.

His hands broke from beneath hers. He sat up while pulling her mouth from his cock and reached for her panties, pushed them over her hips, down her thighs. With one arm, he wrapped her waist and lifted, pulling the panties free of her legs with the other.

Then he pulled one knee wide and settled her back over his hips, dragged her down for a kiss, and whispered, “Ride me hard, naughty girl.”

Lexi reached between their bodies and wrapped her fingers around his length. He groaned her name as Lexi rubbed his head over her opening. She ached in anticipation and rocked his head slowly into the swollen, wet folds. The muscles all over his body clenched. His fingers dug into her hips.

“You’re going to come…so…hard,” she said, dragging out the last two words, smiling into eyes that had gone so dark she couldn’t separate the pupil from the iris. “Is that what you want?”

“Yes.” He lifted his hips and pushed deeper. “God, yes.”

Now it was Lexi’s turn to agree, the word hissing from between her teeth as he pulled her hips lower, pushing his thick cock deeper, stretching her and offering delicious counterpressure to the ache she’d been living with for weeks. “Yessssss…”

Chapter 19

There was no way Jax would last beyond one mammoth climax. Lexi was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, inside and out. Beyond that, he finally felt like he’d found a woman he understood, a woman who understood him—or could, once he’d told her everything about himself. And, just as it had when they’d been in New York, the emotions he felt for her made the sex electrifying.

Jax held the orgasm back with every trick he knew—forcing his mind somewhere else, focusing on something less sexual than the fact that his cock was forging that unused path again through her tight body. Yep, that was working.

“Lexi…I’m not going to last.”

Her hair had fallen forward over one shoulder and spilled across her face in a gorgeous display of raw beauty. That sight wasn’t helping him hold back either.

She rose and lowered on her knees in short, quick movements, teasing his head with her tight opening. “But you feel so good.”

He lifted and pushed deeper. Lexi’s lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her head tilted back. And with every passing moment, he grew more and more desperate to mark her as his. To own her. To make sure she never wanted another man like this.

He’d never wanted that before. Didn’t understand th

e fierce, growing need now. Knew, logically, he couldn’t own her. Or mark her. Or ensure she never wanted another man. But deep down inside him, he needed all those things.

“Lexi…come on, baby…give me everything.”

She pushed him inside her one more time, then stilled. Sank lower.

And lower.

And lower.

“Fuck…” He lost it. Dug his fingers into her hips and drove upward.

He and Lexi both cried out at the same time. Jax stilled, giving her a moment to adjust. The look on her face was part pleasure, part pain. But Jax couldn’t control it anymore. The need overwhelmed him. His body shook from the effort of holding back the climax, and Lexi was so perfectly snug around him.

“I think…you lost your patience somewhere…over the last few weeks,” she said, hands pressed to his chest, balancing herself as she started to ride him in long, excruciatingly slow strokes.

“I think”—he slipped his hands beneath hers, threaded their fingers, pulled them off his chest until they were palm to palm—“you picked up a control habit.”

“Nope. I’ve always had it.”