“Soon,” I say. “Not here.”
“You’re cruel.”
“I know.”
She looks at me over her shoulder. That slow smile.
“You want me to ride your face.”
“Yeah.”
“And what about you.”
“I’ll be fine.”
She tilts her head.
“No,” she says. “You won’t.”
She knows what she’s doing before she does it.
“Lay back,” she says.
I lay back.
She climbs over me — her hips above my face, her mouth finding my cock at the same time she lowers herself onto my mouth.
My voice gives out entirely.
I get my hands on her — one on her ass, one on her back — and work her with my tongue while she has me down her throat. Her hips rock against my mouth. She hums around me and the vibration goes through me like a current.
We are — Christ — we are —
She takes me deeper. Squeezes the base of me. I’m coming into her throat at the same time I’m making her come against my mouth and I can’t tell which is happening first because it doesn’t matter, because we’re both there, both gone, both of us at once.
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life.
A sound rips out of me I didn’t know I had.
She lifts off me. Turns around. Lies down on top of me.
Her face on my chest. Her mouth wet. My hand in her hair.
I’m still shaking.
She is too.
“Jax.”
“Yeah.”
“That was—”
“Yeah.”
I tilt her face up. Kiss her with both our tastes in it. She kisses me back slow and lazy.
I slide her off me, onto her stomach.