The hand at his balls, moved to his shaft, and those expert fingers made him forget what he was thinking. His brain had flipped to that one goal, flashing like a red light: Screaming Orgasm.
And even as her hand, gliding so perfectly and smoothly over his head again and again before squeezing his shaft and pushing to the base of his cock, nudged him closer to that goal, he wanted to wait, to hold out. He wanted this ecstasy to last. But her hand moved back up those sensitive areas along the inside of his cheek, her slick fingers creating sensations that didn’t just ease him skyward, they catapulted him there.
“Lexi…”
“Do you like this?”
“God, I…yeah. ”
“I love doing it. I love touching you in these secret places. ”
Her fingers continued to spend more time around the most sensitive, tightest area, and his body didn’t know whether to open or pucker. It seemed to want both.
“It makes me so wet to excite you,” she murmured, her tone filled with a sweet, dark thrill.
Need double, quadrupled, grew exponentially until he couldn’t keep himself from moving and lifted his ass into her hand. Her fingers rubbed harder, and the excitement thrust his hips forward, pushing his cock through her tight, oily fist.
Fuck, that was amazing. The pleasure so intense he lifted again, thrust again. On every thrust, she shot the deepest, rawest pleasure through Jax’s entire body twofold—through his ass on the way up, through his groin on the way down.
“God, that’s so hot,” she murmured. “Watching you move like that…”
A growl ground deep in his throat. He’d passed that tipping point. He couldn’t stop now. It was too good. Too intense.
“Sonofabitch, Lex, that’s so damn good. ” His voice shook. He sought the peak like a man possessed. Pushed up on his forearms to gain more leverage. And oh fuck, yeah, he clawed for that goal. “Don’t stop, Lex. ”
“Ask nice,” she said with that devilish tone that set him on fire. “I like hearing you beg. ”
“Fuck, I wish…I was…pumping into…your dirty mouth…”
She squeezed him harder, and Jax jumped straight to the edge of orgasm, but before he reached it, she released him, and he just hovered there on the edge of ecstasy, in unbelievable anguish.
“Lexi,” he growled from behind gritted teeth. “Please. Don’t. Stop. ”
“That’s so hot. You can have my mouth next time. ” Her hands moved again. “I’ll go as long as you do. Come on, Jax, rock me. ”
His frenzy worked his muscles hard, thrusting up and back, her hands smooth, strong, erotic, until the orgasm came so hard, he screamed into the pillow and nothing but stars coated the backs of his eyelids.
Twenty
Lexi checked her makeup in the bathroom mirror and replaced a stray strand of hair into the artful twist Jessie Love’s stylist had created before the wedding. She glanced at the time on her phone—nine p. m. Then at the message Jax had just sent from his late arrival at the airport.
JAX: Sure miss you. When do you think you’ll be free?
She sighed, smiled. He’d only been gone two days, and it felt like forever. This was going crazy-fast. This sudden relationship she’d never consciously agreed to but now couldn’t face life without. Over the years, she’d heard hundreds of stories about how the couples she was working for had met. She’d listened raptly to every strange, funny, romantic tale. Knew these types of whirlwind, you’ll-know-its-right-when-you-find-him kind of instant relationships happened. And thrived.
She’d just never expected it to happen to her.
Or with a man like Jax. He was both everything she wanted and nothing she needed. Or rather what she’d been telling herself she hadn’t needed.
They’d been texting and talking on the phone nonstop since that night at her studio, and Lexi felt like she knew Jax better than any man she’d dated in years. Yet, she didn’t really know what mattered most—who he was, how he could damage her life.
He’d been trying to tell her, bringing it up at every opportunity, but she’d been stalling, putting him off. When he told her about his past and whatever he felt this burning need to tell her, she wanted it to be in person. From the moment he’d told her he’d never do anything to damage what she’d built, Lexi knew, without a doubt, he had the ability to do just that.
She realized then that was where his subtle but deep sense of confidence came from. One that Lexi found both attractive and soothing on a subconscious level. On a conscious level, she knew too well it also lulled her into a false sense of security.
LEXI: Miss you too. Unfortunately the reception is showing no signs of letting up. Will keep you posted.
She slipped her phone into her wrist purse, took a fortifying breath, pasted on a professional smile, and headed back into the throngs.