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Penny
This was a side of Jaxson she hadn’t seen before. Gone was the brooding, guarded man, and in his place was a sexy, playful guy who looked just like him.
One minute, she was straddling his hips, enjoying the feel of his hands and lips on her body. The next, she was lying on her back while Jaxson tugged her yoga pants over her hips.
She lifted her hips to help, then propped herself up onto her elbows to watch what he would do next.
He grinned wickedly and ran his fingers over the part of her craving his touch. She knew she was wet. Embarrassingly so.
It was hard to feel self-conscious when his eyes burned with such lust, however.
“Is this all for me?” He ran his fingers through her folds.
She felt it acutely, as if her nerve endings had ramped themselves up for the occasion. A delicious shudder racked her body.
She nodded.
He hummed appreciatively, and then he leaned forward and put his tongue where his finger had been. A sound ripped, unbidden, from her throat, and her hips arched upward, much as her chest had when he applied those wicked tongue skills there, too.
As for his finger, that had relocated as well and was now stroking in lazy circles around her entrance. Teasing. Exploring,
Then, he slid inside her, and tiny lights burst across her vision.
He had long fingers. Strong ones.
One finger became two, then three, and soon, she was riding his hand, chasing down what she knew instinctively was going to be one hell of an orgasm. His strokes grew faster and more demanding, taking her even higher. Then, he sucked and swirled his tongue just right, and she was free-falling into bliss.
“Wow,” she said as he lapped gently between her legs. “I think I like baseball.”
He laughed softly and kissed his way back up her body.
“My turn at bat?” she asked hopefully.
“Not yet.”
“That hardly seems fair.”
“Life isn’t fair. And I’m still up.”
“I know,” she said, glancing pointedly downward toward the large bulge in his jeans. “Kind of my point.” To emphasize, she slipped her hand between them, stroking him through the denim. He was hard. Like iron hard. And big.
Though she was still tingling, a fresh wave of desire began to build at the thought of that inside her.
She pushed at his shoulders, a silent demand for him to roll onto his back. He didn’t budge, choosing instead to lavish attention on her breasts again.
“Jaxson, please.”
He looked up and met her gaze. “Penny, you don’t have to.”
“I know I don’t have to. I want to.”
He sighed heavily but did as she’d asked and rolled to his back. She wasted no time in unfastening his jeans and pulling them down over his hips.
Boxer briefs. She’d always been a big fan of boxer briefs, and he looked fantastic in them.
But they had to go.
She pulled those down, too, releasing his cock.
“Is this all for me?” she asked, repeating the words he’d said to her as she slid her hands around him. Like smooth satin over steel.
She stroked, base to tip, and then reached down between his legs and cupped him there. He made a strangled sound in the back of his throat.
“Jaxson?” she prompted.
“All yours,” he ground out.
That was exactly what she’d wanted to hear.
With both hands occupied, she leaned over and licked him. His hips jerked. So, she did it again. And again.
Then, she wrapped her lips around the top and brought him into her mouth.
She barely even sucked before he cursed and reached down, hauling her up his body.
“Hey, I wasn’t done!” she protested.
“But I almost was. Fuck, woman, your mouth should be registered as a deadly weapon.” Then, he asked, “Are you on birth control?”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
“Relax. I didn’t come empty-handed.”
It would have been poor planning on her part to come to his room with the intent of seducing him and not be prepared. She leaned over the side of the bed, grabbed her jeans, and extracted several wrapped packages in various colors.
“Ultra thin, real feel, or fire and ice?”
He growled and snatched them from her hand.
“You’re right. Why choose? We can try them all.”
He picked one and ripped at the corner with his teeth. She loved his enthusiasm.
Moments later, he had himself sheathed, and she was on her back again. He came over her, the tip of his hardened cock poised at her entrance.
“Last chance to change your mind,” he breathed.
She cupped his face and looked into his eyes, waiting until she was sure she had his full attention. “I’m not changing my mind. I want this. I want you. Now. Inside me.”
He pressed his hips forward, the blunt tip spearing into her with firm, glorious pressure. She sucked in a breath, relishing the slight burn of stretching around him until he was fully seated inside.
He held himself there, giving her a moment to adjust and catch her breath.
“Okay?”
“So okay.”
He began to move, slowly at first. Long, easy glides out. Strong, powerful thrusts back in. Penny raised her knees along his sides, opening herself more so he could move even deeper.
It was the most incredible mix of sensations. Not just the obvious ones, but also the heat radiating from his body. His scent. His quiet moans and grunts. His beautiful, intense, stormy eyes as they stared deeply into hers.
The tension continued to build. His strokes grew faster, almost desperate. She was right there with him.
“Yes,” she panted, encouraging him by squeezing around him and digging her nails into his taut backside. She arched her hips, relishing each thrust and the erotic, rhythmic slap of skin on skin.
She came in another spectacular burst of color. He followed immediately after, plunging deep and holding himself there.
She felt everything. The pulse of him emptying into the condom inside her. The weight of his body atop hers. The sensation of his balls against her sensitive, swollen folds.
Mostly, she felt him in her soul. And when he pulled his spent cock from her body, that part stubbornly remained.
She’d suspected that would happen. That the attraction she felt went beyond his bad-boy good looks or the desire to make him smile. But it had been a risk she was willing to take.
And now ... now, she knew.
Ultimately, it changed nothing. She’d agreed to one night, no strings. Tomorrow morning, she’d slip back to her place, her life, and leave him to go on with his. But until then, she would savor every moment.