Falling Away
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I looked up at him, knowing immediately that I didn’t trust Jax. Not completely.
But I also knew he wasn’t going to laugh at me. I knew he thought I was pretty. And I knew that he always looked me in the eye when he spoke to me.
So I nodded.
“Your mother’s not in this room, Juliet.” His voice was thoughtful as his eyes stayed glued to mine. I clenched the sheets at my side.
“Jared sees Tate like this,” he continued. “Madoc sees Fallon like this. And I would’ve tossed any girl aside over the years to see you beautiful like this.”
I licked my lips, breathing in and breathing out, watching him, trying to stay calm. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see how much his words touched me.
Holding my eyes, he stood up straight and backed away. I only had a moment to wonder what he was doing before he switched on the iPod and “Torn to Pieces” by Pop Evil came on.
My body sank into the bed, and I felt myself relaxing. The noise helped. I couldn’t hear my thoughts so much now.
He turned around and gazed at me. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, Juliet.”
The drums started, and my whole body tensed with the pounding in my heart and in my ears. And I was ready. With a smile, I sat up and rose to my feet, folding my lips between my teeth.
“In my fantasy,” I said in a small voice, “I was standing up.”
Walking over to him, I circled both of my arms around his neck and plastered my naked body to his. My lips found his, and I felt his body jerk when I slid my tongue into his hot mouth that tasted like summer.
“You smell so good,” I breathed into his lips. “I want it all over me, Jax.” And I grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth and then kissed him before nibbling more. Reaching down, I slid my hand over his thigh, rubbing the hardness in his pants. I had no idea what the hell I was doing or how far I wanted to carry this, but that was the thing—I wasn’t thinking. And it felt so good.
My hands tingled with the urge to explore him. Everywhere. My mouth wanted to be on him just as much as he wanted his on mine. And I wanted more than his mouth. My nipples hardened against his warm chest, and the pool of heat between my legs flooded with the friction of his pants rubbing against me.
“You’re such a little shit,” I teased, breathing into his mouth.
And all hell broke loose.
Jax pulled his mouth away and jerked my hips into his hard cock. “You feel that?” he threatened, leaning his forehead into mine. “Don’t fucking push me, Juliet, or in a minute, you won’t feel safe.”
And I sucked in a breath, my jaw dropping as he grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the bed. Swinging forward, I toppled onto Tate’s gray and black comforter, probably looking as though I was about to do a crab walk escape from the big, bad shark. I stared as Jax stood at the end of the bed, grabbed my ankle, and yanked me down to the end.
“Jax!” I cried out. But I was too late.
He planted both hands on my waist, holding fast so I couldn’t move.
And then he lowered himself in between my legs and ran his tongue along the length of me.
I stopped breathing, and my mouth fell open.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste good,” he breathed against my skin.
I could only watch as he flattened his tongue and licked oh so slowly up my folds to the top of my clit and then dragged his tongue back down over the hood all the way to my entrance. Up and then down, up again and then slowly, all the way down. I could feel my clit throbbing a mile a minute, and my pussy clenched with his agonizing slow speed. Up and then down, licking and tasting, and I cried out, slamming the palm of my hand down on my thigh.
“Jax,” I whimpered, and I felt a tear spill out the corner of my eye.
Relaxing my legs, I let my thighs fall wider apart, and I dropped my head back to the bed as he increased the speed.
I throbbed, and my belly swarmed with heat like hot water gushing over my skin.
I arched my back. “I never want you to stop,” I groaned.
His teeth pinched my clit, and I grabbed his hair at the scalp as my back bent off the bed. The blood rushed through my arms and legs like liquid heat, and I released one of my hands and brought it up to my breast, massaging it.
“Jesus, Juliet,” Jax growled into my pussy. I looked down to see him watching me. “Keep doing that,” he ordered.
And I obeyed.
I rubbed my hand over my breast and across my nipple slowly, loving the feel of my body and loving how he watched me. Every hair stood on end, and my cheeks warmed with a small smile at how alive I felt.
But then he grabbed my clit in his mouth and sucked.
“Oh,” I cried out, feeling a new surge of need. “Jax, don’t stop. That feels so good.”
Squeezing my tit in my hand, I jerked my hips up against his lips, holding his head there with my other hand. He looked as if he were sucking fruit, the way his lips surrounded me and stretched my skin with how hard he tasted me. He dragged my tender flesh out through his teeth only to recapture the erect nub and suck me again. My chest shook with my shaky breaths, and I started rolling my hips into him gently.
“Baby, you should never have let me taste you,” he choked out, dipping his tongue to lick my clit and then suck, lick and then suck. “I’m going to come at you tonight. Tomorrow. At school. Hell, I may just have you spread these legs at the dinner table so I can eat.”
I narrowed my eyes in painful desire, thinking about him sitting in a high-back chair at a twelve-foot-long dining room table with my legs spread for him like a goddamn meal.
But I also knew he wasn’t going to laugh at me. I knew he thought I was pretty. And I knew that he always looked me in the eye when he spoke to me.
So I nodded.
“Your mother’s not in this room, Juliet.” His voice was thoughtful as his eyes stayed glued to mine. I clenched the sheets at my side.
“Jared sees Tate like this,” he continued. “Madoc sees Fallon like this. And I would’ve tossed any girl aside over the years to see you beautiful like this.”
I licked my lips, breathing in and breathing out, watching him, trying to stay calm. I wasn’t sure I wanted him to see how much his words touched me.
Holding my eyes, he stood up straight and backed away. I only had a moment to wonder what he was doing before he switched on the iPod and “Torn to Pieces” by Pop Evil came on.
My body sank into the bed, and I felt myself relaxing. The noise helped. I couldn’t hear my thoughts so much now.
He turned around and gazed at me. “I can’t wait to have my mouth on you, Juliet.”
The drums started, and my whole body tensed with the pounding in my heart and in my ears. And I was ready. With a smile, I sat up and rose to my feet, folding my lips between my teeth.
“In my fantasy,” I said in a small voice, “I was standing up.”
Walking over to him, I circled both of my arms around his neck and plastered my naked body to his. My lips found his, and I felt his body jerk when I slid my tongue into his hot mouth that tasted like summer.
“You smell so good,” I breathed into his lips. “I want it all over me, Jax.” And I grabbed his bottom lip between my teeth and then kissed him before nibbling more. Reaching down, I slid my hand over his thigh, rubbing the hardness in his pants. I had no idea what the hell I was doing or how far I wanted to carry this, but that was the thing—I wasn’t thinking. And it felt so good.
My hands tingled with the urge to explore him. Everywhere. My mouth wanted to be on him just as much as he wanted his on mine. And I wanted more than his mouth. My nipples hardened against his warm chest, and the pool of heat between my legs flooded with the friction of his pants rubbing against me.
“You’re such a little shit,” I teased, breathing into his mouth.
And all hell broke loose.
Jax pulled his mouth away and jerked my hips into his hard cock. “You feel that?” he threatened, leaning his forehead into mine. “Don’t fucking push me, Juliet, or in a minute, you won’t feel safe.”
And I sucked in a breath, my jaw dropping as he grabbed my hand and dragged me back to the bed. Swinging forward, I toppled onto Tate’s gray and black comforter, probably looking as though I was about to do a crab walk escape from the big, bad shark. I stared as Jax stood at the end of the bed, grabbed my ankle, and yanked me down to the end.
“Jax!” I cried out. But I was too late.
He planted both hands on my waist, holding fast so I couldn’t move.
And then he lowered himself in between my legs and ran his tongue along the length of me.
I stopped breathing, and my mouth fell open.
“Fuck, I knew you’d taste good,” he breathed against my skin.
I could only watch as he flattened his tongue and licked oh so slowly up my folds to the top of my clit and then dragged his tongue back down over the hood all the way to my entrance. Up and then down, up again and then slowly, all the way down. I could feel my clit throbbing a mile a minute, and my pussy clenched with his agonizing slow speed. Up and then down, licking and tasting, and I cried out, slamming the palm of my hand down on my thigh.
“Jax,” I whimpered, and I felt a tear spill out the corner of my eye.
Relaxing my legs, I let my thighs fall wider apart, and I dropped my head back to the bed as he increased the speed.
I throbbed, and my belly swarmed with heat like hot water gushing over my skin.
I arched my back. “I never want you to stop,” I groaned.
His teeth pinched my clit, and I grabbed his hair at the scalp as my back bent off the bed. The blood rushed through my arms and legs like liquid heat, and I released one of my hands and brought it up to my breast, massaging it.
“Jesus, Juliet,” Jax growled into my pussy. I looked down to see him watching me. “Keep doing that,” he ordered.
And I obeyed.
I rubbed my hand over my breast and across my nipple slowly, loving the feel of my body and loving how he watched me. Every hair stood on end, and my cheeks warmed with a small smile at how alive I felt.
But then he grabbed my clit in his mouth and sucked.
“Oh,” I cried out, feeling a new surge of need. “Jax, don’t stop. That feels so good.”
Squeezing my tit in my hand, I jerked my hips up against his lips, holding his head there with my other hand. He looked as if he were sucking fruit, the way his lips surrounded me and stretched my skin with how hard he tasted me. He dragged my tender flesh out through his teeth only to recapture the erect nub and suck me again. My chest shook with my shaky breaths, and I started rolling my hips into him gently.
“Baby, you should never have let me taste you,” he choked out, dipping his tongue to lick my clit and then suck, lick and then suck. “I’m going to come at you tonight. Tomorrow. At school. Hell, I may just have you spread these legs at the dinner table so I can eat.”
I narrowed my eyes in painful desire, thinking about him sitting in a high-back chair at a twelve-foot-long dining room table with my legs spread for him like a goddamn meal.
