Falling Away
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Holy shit.
I licked my sandpaper lips. “I want you in my mouth, too.”
And then he plunged his tongue inside me, and I shot off the bed, throwing my head back.
“Jax, fuck!” I screamed, squirming under his assault. “It’s too much!”
“Juliet?” I heard my name being called from somewhere, but I didn’t care.
Grabbing Jax’s hair, I held him to my seriously overheated and throbbing clit, seeing the flesh of my nipples pebble and my breasts bob back and forth with my movements. He dipped his tongue inside me, making me contract and release. I needed more. I needed him.
He trailed his tongue out of my pussy and started French-kissing my clit right before he slid a finger inside me.
My head dropped to one side, and I started gasping and fucking his finger, not fucking caring that I was shameless or that Jax wasn’t even my boyfriend.
“Jax,” I moaned. “Oh, my God.”
“Jax?” I heard someone repeat. “Juliet, are you okay?”
My eyes snapped open, and my face flushed with heat.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, looking down at Jax’s laughing eyes as he kissed my clit.
“Juliet?” Shane called again from the other side of the locked door.
Jax arched an amused eyebrow. “Come on. Let her hear how wild you are. How much you’re fucking enjoying this.”
In and out, his finger plunged, back and forth. So good, and the itch was right there hanging on the edge. I was almost there. His tongue was tireless, going at me, licking and sucking me. In, out, lick, taste, bite.
“Ah,” I gasped. “Oh, God!”
Then I came, shocks exploding below my belly as I grappled the comforter over my head. I jerked into him, sucking in air and rolling my hips into his fingers, needing everything he had to give me.
More. I swallowed and looked down at him with blurry eyes.
I wanted more. More of him.
“Juliet!” The doorknob jiggled, and I grabbed the T-shirt I slept in off the top of the bed.
Sitting up and slipping it on, I caught Jax just as he pulled me into him for a kiss. Kneeling between my legs, he cupped my face and held my mouth to his. Slow and sweet.
Pulling back and tilting his forehead into mine, he closed his eyes. I watched in silence as his eyebrows pinched together, and he looked as though he was sad about something or thinking about something important.
He pulled back, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. “Shit,” he mumbled, barely a whisper.
“What?” I asked quietly, suddenly feeling as if I’d done something wrong.
“Nothing,” he breathed out, running his hand through his hair. “I just …” He hesitated, looking away and then back at me. “I just never thought the real thing would live up to the fantasy, you know?” He tipped up the corner of his mouth in a smile. “Hope you like summer fun, Juliet, because it’s just getting started.”
And I watched as he stood up, unlocked the bedroom door, and walked past Shane’s stunned face and frozen body.
Summer fun? I felt a mischievous smile cross my lips. So he thought he pulled all the strings, and that he had me.
I almost snorted.
CHAPTER 13
JAXON
I threw the shop cloth down and gestured with my chin at Sam to help me with the tire. He rolled it over, and we lifted it onto the axle.
My house had been flooded with people as soon as I left Juliet only a few hours ago, and we were all prepping for races tonight.
They were here, their heads under their hoods, but mine was still between her legs.
Jesus.
I reached over, jacking up Korn’s “Falling Away from Me,” and ran my hand over my hair just above my ear where her braids still stretched my scalp.
I smiled, remembering her doing my hair. She hadn’t touched too long in any one place. She hadn’t fallen all over me or petted me. And when she reached out and touched my hand, just letting me know that she understood, and that I didn’t have to talk about it, I’d closed my eyes, feeling safer. I didn’t like to be groomed, but I’d liked her touching me, and I’d happily let her do it again.
She took care of me today.
And what did I do? I spread her legs and ate her out as if she were a whore.
I still hadn’t taken her on a date, a nice dinner, or a walk in the goddamn park the way girls wanted. Over the past couple of weeks, I’d fought with her, threatened her, and then tried to get my hands on her every time we were alone. I’d pushed her, grabbed her, and yelled at her.
I was an asshole, and I wasn’t gentle.
Fuck me. Sweat trickled down my temple, and the bugs buzzing outside in the summer sun had me itching to turn the music up. Drown out all these thoughts.
I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to see her push me away when she realized the mistake she’d made in getting close, but every time I thought I could pull away, her defiance and fight drew me back in.
“Shit!” Sam barked, being dragged to the ground by my end of the tire I hadn’t realized I’d dropped.
I fisted my hair at the top of my head and turned around, kicking the toolbox against the wall. The tools crashed together inside, some of the drawers popping out.
“Um,” I heard Sam venture. “Overreact much?”
I turned around, seeing his confused expression, and let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry. My head’s preoccupied, man.”
“Since when?” he mumbled, bending to lift the tire back up. “That was the first time you ever reminded me of Jared.”
I licked my sandpaper lips. “I want you in my mouth, too.”
And then he plunged his tongue inside me, and I shot off the bed, throwing my head back.
“Jax, fuck!” I screamed, squirming under his assault. “It’s too much!”
“Juliet?” I heard my name being called from somewhere, but I didn’t care.
Grabbing Jax’s hair, I held him to my seriously overheated and throbbing clit, seeing the flesh of my nipples pebble and my breasts bob back and forth with my movements. He dipped his tongue inside me, making me contract and release. I needed more. I needed him.
He trailed his tongue out of my pussy and started French-kissing my clit right before he slid a finger inside me.
My head dropped to one side, and I started gasping and fucking his finger, not fucking caring that I was shameless or that Jax wasn’t even my boyfriend.
“Jax,” I moaned. “Oh, my God.”
“Jax?” I heard someone repeat. “Juliet, are you okay?”
My eyes snapped open, and my face flushed with heat.
“Oh, my God,” I whispered, looking down at Jax’s laughing eyes as he kissed my clit.
“Juliet?” Shane called again from the other side of the locked door.
Jax arched an amused eyebrow. “Come on. Let her hear how wild you are. How much you’re fucking enjoying this.”
In and out, his finger plunged, back and forth. So good, and the itch was right there hanging on the edge. I was almost there. His tongue was tireless, going at me, licking and sucking me. In, out, lick, taste, bite.
“Ah,” I gasped. “Oh, God!”
Then I came, shocks exploding below my belly as I grappled the comforter over my head. I jerked into him, sucking in air and rolling my hips into his fingers, needing everything he had to give me.
More. I swallowed and looked down at him with blurry eyes.
I wanted more. More of him.
“Juliet!” The doorknob jiggled, and I grabbed the T-shirt I slept in off the top of the bed.
Sitting up and slipping it on, I caught Jax just as he pulled me into him for a kiss. Kneeling between my legs, he cupped my face and held my mouth to his. Slow and sweet.
Pulling back and tilting his forehead into mine, he closed his eyes. I watched in silence as his eyebrows pinched together, and he looked as though he was sad about something or thinking about something important.
He pulled back, shaking his head and letting out a sigh. “Shit,” he mumbled, barely a whisper.
“What?” I asked quietly, suddenly feeling as if I’d done something wrong.
“Nothing,” he breathed out, running his hand through his hair. “I just …” He hesitated, looking away and then back at me. “I just never thought the real thing would live up to the fantasy, you know?” He tipped up the corner of his mouth in a smile. “Hope you like summer fun, Juliet, because it’s just getting started.”
And I watched as he stood up, unlocked the bedroom door, and walked past Shane’s stunned face and frozen body.
Summer fun? I felt a mischievous smile cross my lips. So he thought he pulled all the strings, and that he had me.
I almost snorted.
CHAPTER 13
JAXON
I threw the shop cloth down and gestured with my chin at Sam to help me with the tire. He rolled it over, and we lifted it onto the axle.
My house had been flooded with people as soon as I left Juliet only a few hours ago, and we were all prepping for races tonight.
They were here, their heads under their hoods, but mine was still between her legs.
Jesus.
I reached over, jacking up Korn’s “Falling Away from Me,” and ran my hand over my hair just above my ear where her braids still stretched my scalp.
I smiled, remembering her doing my hair. She hadn’t touched too long in any one place. She hadn’t fallen all over me or petted me. And when she reached out and touched my hand, just letting me know that she understood, and that I didn’t have to talk about it, I’d closed my eyes, feeling safer. I didn’t like to be groomed, but I’d liked her touching me, and I’d happily let her do it again.
She took care of me today.
And what did I do? I spread her legs and ate her out as if she were a whore.
I still hadn’t taken her on a date, a nice dinner, or a walk in the goddamn park the way girls wanted. Over the past couple of weeks, I’d fought with her, threatened her, and then tried to get my hands on her every time we were alone. I’d pushed her, grabbed her, and yelled at her.
I was an asshole, and I wasn’t gentle.
Fuck me. Sweat trickled down my temple, and the bugs buzzing outside in the summer sun had me itching to turn the music up. Drown out all these thoughts.
I wasn’t going to stick around long enough to see her push me away when she realized the mistake she’d made in getting close, but every time I thought I could pull away, her defiance and fight drew me back in.
“Shit!” Sam barked, being dragged to the ground by my end of the tire I hadn’t realized I’d dropped.
I fisted my hair at the top of my head and turned around, kicking the toolbox against the wall. The tools crashed together inside, some of the drawers popping out.
“Um,” I heard Sam venture. “Overreact much?”
I turned around, seeing his confused expression, and let out a shaky laugh. “Sorry. My head’s preoccupied, man.”
“Since when?” he mumbled, bending to lift the tire back up. “That was the first time you ever reminded me of Jared.”
