Natural Attraction (34 page)

How ridiculous.

Deciding I should wait for him to help me pick out what we are having for dinner, I shut the freezer again.  I turn just in time to see him stalking through the hallway door.  His eyes zone in on mine and he is wiping his wet hands down the front of his jeans.  It would seem he’s in too much of a hurry to towel dry.

“Forget digging about in there, I’ve ordered us pizza.  It’ll be here in twenty minutes.  We can eat it in the spa.  I’ve fed your dogs, locked up outside and after that pizza arrives, we are not answering phones or doors for
anyone or anything.
  You with me?”

Jax’s deep rumbling voice vibrates to my soul as he lunges forward to grab me behind the neck and drag me in for another of his soul sucking kisses.  Melting into him and responding with all I’ve got, I realize I’ve had more kisses in the past four days than I’ve had in the past four years.

“Mm hmm.”  I mumble against his mouth as I feel my body fold as I press harder against his chest. 

Once again drunk on the erotic taste of Jax, my senses fill with
him. 
Inhaling deeply of his scent, I feel my eyelids drooping as I sink deeper into him wanting more.

Abruptly snapping his mouth away from mine, his mouth makes a slight sucking noise as he detaches from mine.  I jerk back to reality and find myself blinking straight into his crystal blues.

“I’ll run the spa, you make the drinks.  Bourbon’s in the pantry, ice is in the top drawer of the freezer.  I’ll have that fancy assed Coke of yours too.  What you said about it helping you sleep better makes sense to me.”

I nod and feel myself gulping to clear some of the excess moisture that is now pooling in my mouth before he tips his head to kiss me gently on the forehead.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he mumbles, giving me another reminder of how welcome he is making me feel in his life. 

“So am I.” I whisper back.

A lot.

But I can’t tell him that can I?  Who shows attachment to a person in just four days?

*****

After pouring our drinks,
two
each of course, I head to the bathroom to set them down and get ready.  When I get there, the spa is about half-full and I am pleasantly surprised to find that Jax has dragged a small table up next to the spa.  It will double as somewhere to sit both our drinks and pizza.

He’s also lit two vanilla candles and placed them on the vanity, once again he’s thoughtfulness impresses me.  I love the smell of vanilla candles and the soft light that only candles can create.

Jax has disappeared to the other end of the house to find more towels.  This is because his en suite stash clearly wasn’t prepared for two spas in three days.  That with the addition of a female who uses multiple towels with each shower session.  I am still reeling from discovering that men only need one towel to shower.  I
did not
know a one-towel shower was even possible.

Deciding the bath is close enough to full to get
in, I strip off my clothes and slide slowly into the warm, silky water.  I  savor the sheer pleasure of a hot bath.  I could learn to love to this. 

I wonder if I could afford to get one put in at
home?

I am leaning back with my eyes closed, listening to the drone of the roof fan that is sucking the steam into the roof when I hear Jax growl, “Fuck.”

Slightly startled, I jolt my eyes open to see him standing in the doorway, a distinct bulge in his pants, his eyes devouring me.

“I’ll be back,” he groans as he turns away.  I watch him rub his hand against his crotch in a clear effort to settle his best friend down.

“Where are you going?” I ask concerned that he is serious he needs to go somewhere and our proposed spa together is not going to happen.

“I’m gunna start driv
ing towards town and meet the pizza guy.  I’m doing this to save time.  I don’t want to wait a second longer than necessary to get in that spa naked with you,” he growls before he vanishes around the corner, at speed.

A few seconds later I hear the back door slam and then a few seconds after that, his truck roars to life.

He was serious?

I then hear his truck engine die again.  I try to listen carefully over the sound of the rumbling roof fan.  Straining my ears, I decide I can hear another car coming up the driveway. 

Minutes later, the back door slams again and Jax comes skidding into the bathroom.  He flings a large pizza and a garlic bread on the table next to the spa and growls, “Thank fuck for that, he was just getting here.”

Amused at his antics I find myself starting to giggle as he sets about ripping his clothes off and flinging them haphazardly all over the place.  My giggle soon sticks in my throat as I watch him drop his pants and see his cock spring upwards and outwards to point dangerously at me.

Jesus Christ I’d almost forgotten how big it was.

I stare unblinking at the overpoweringly masculine vision of a fully aroused Jax standing before me and feel my mouth
watering yet again.  How he has this affect on me I don’t know.  I have never felt this much lust for a man before.

I decide it's time for a drink because if I don’t do something with my mouth he’s going to catch me drooling.

Leaning forward to reach for my drink I hear Jax rumble, “Don’t even think about it.  If you want to wrap your mouth around something, you’d better make it my cock.  After having to face that fucking pimply, eighteen year old pizza guy with a roaring Roger, you owe me some relief.  Now.”

I feel my eyes widen as my hand jolts to a stop halfway to my glass.

Did he just order me to give him a blow job?

Looking back up at his face, I quickly decide that he is
not
joking.  The flames of lust and black pools I can see in his eyes as he pierces me with a steady gaze, leave me in no doubt that he is deadly serious.

No one has ever told me what to do and it is sooo fucking hot!

Slowly starting to blink again, I feel the bathwater start to scald at my skin as my body flushes with heat and lust.  Vague memories of Jen telling me about this happening to her shoot into my mind. 

She once told me that she had accused Jason of turning the hot water tap up higher at random times when they were fucking in the shower.  It was only after his constant denials that they
had finally worked she was having ‘lust flushes’.  Jen had explained them as times where her body temperature rose in response to sexual arousal.  I had thought she was talking bull shit.

How wrong was I?

A niggle of fear tickles at me that I’m not good at blow jobs.  I soon push them to the back of my mind as I see Jax swing his legs over me and he lowers himself down into the spa, kneeling with his legs either side of mine.  Leaning forward he gently swipes his tongue across my lips, tempting me to open my mouth and let him in. 

I do.

Gently caressing my mouth he strokes my tongue in a steady beat that I soon feel matches my breathing and my pulse.  It's like I can hear a steady drum in my body, a drumbeating so hard it’s vibrating every cell.

Slowing his tongue down, Jax slowly withdraws from my mouth and stuns me with his words.

“You looked scared for a second there.  What was that about?”

Speechless, confused, embarrassed that he has noticed my brief falter, I stare at him stunned.

“Ash, until yesterday I had no idea what it was like to be on fire in bed.  I’ve fucked plenty of women, meaningless sex that resulted in a lot of fucking good orgasms.  What we shared last night resulted in a fucking incredible orgasm.  It made me feel like my head was blown off.  That wasn’t something I took lightly.”

Not too sure what he is expecting me to say to that little statement I nod.  Opening my mouth to speak, Jax abruptly puts his fingers to my lips and says, “Wait,
just hear me out.”

I shut my mouth and wait for him to continue.

“I’m sure you’re cottoning on to the fact that I like to lead in the bedroom.  And I’ll be honest in telling you that unfortunately, if you don’t like that, it probably won’t last between the two of us.  I’ve tried to let a couple of woman lead in the past and it just doesn’t work for me.  That said, I saw the way you responded to it last night and I’m sure you liked it too.  You need to know that even if I think your gunna like something, one thing I won’t do, ever, is make you do something you don’t want to.  And I definitely won’t make you do something that scares you.  Now what was bothering you?”

I start to shiver under his intensive stare as he looks like he is searching through my eyes for something inside my head.  Feeling vulnerable but knowing there is no point in avoiding the subject I mumble, “I’m not good at blow jobs.”

“I find that fucking hard to believe.  Everyone is good at blow jobs.  All it takes is a cock, a mouth, some spit, a little bit of suction and plenty of tongue action.”

“I’m not
,” I mumble again, looking to the side and not wanting to let him see my eyes anymore.  My confidence wanes under the pressure he is applying.

“Prove it.” He growls as he lifts onto his knees and leans back to thrust his thick, still hard, now glistening wet, cock towards my face.

I feel myself jump backwards as my head hits the headrest on the spa behind me. Taken aback at his sudden lunge at my face, I blink but soon become mesmerized by the thick, purple, blood rich, tip of his cock teasing me as it bounces in front of my face.

I feel my breath quicken as I stare and feel my mouth starting to water again  My body is stirring with primal need as I stare at the supreme form of masculinity right before my eyes. 

I feel a tingle between legs and find myself no longer able to resist as I look up at Jax to see him staring down at me with dark, almost black eyes.  Primal, lustful eyes.

Without hesitation I reach out
and find myself stroking his length, enjoying the silken feel of his softest skin.  I run my fingers along the engorged veins running along its length and find my thumb fitting neatly into the groove at the base of his tip.

I look up again to see Jax’s head rolling back on his shoulders and feel empowered to continue.

Gently squeezing, I guide his cock towards my mouth and my tongue darts to taste the tip.  I circle my tongue around the tiny hole and I can taste the salty flavor of his want already dripping and oozing. 

Rolling his
flavor across my tongue, I suddenly feel hungry for more.  I wet my lips as I take the tip of his cock into my mouth, rolling my lips and licking in quick swipes across the crease in its end.

I hear Jax moan as he pushes his cock towards me harder.  He flexes his back as his hands come around to dig into my hair in the back of my head.  He continues to urge me forward to take more of him in.

I feel my breasts harden and stickiness flooding between my legs as my mouth continues to water and I take more of him in.  Rolling my tongue over and under his cock I start to suck slightly, licking, sucking, rolling my mouth left and right as I encourage him to push more of himself into my mouth.

I feel a stronger wash of salt on my tongue and it sets my world on fire.  Tingles of excitement twirl down my back and start to burn between my legs.  I become torn between the need to take him in my mouth and the need to take him between my legs.

Moaning I feel my back arching towards him as I start to push my breasts up against his balls.  I tip my head back encouraging more.  Wanting to take it all but he is now hitting the back of my throat.  Slamming deep with each slow, torturous thrust of his hips. 

I feel him grip my hair, painfully hard and the pain endorphins roar through my body as he pushes me harder against his cock.

Lost in my own lust, I tip my head back further.  With each moan, I feel myself swallowing the end of his cock with the back of my throat.  I feel myself clamping down, massaging him with each swallow.

It feels like his cock is thickening bigger than ever as I continue to lathe the side of his cock with my tongue and then swallow with each thrust.

Humming with need I hear myself keening from the back of my throat.  I feel groans coming from deep within my soul.  I feel my throat open further and Jax continues to slide in, his cock finding its way down past the back of my tongue and into my throat. 

I feel shocked as I realize he is now slamming into my mouth right to his hilt. I can hear him yelling, “Fuck!  Ash!  Fuck!
Ash!”  As he continues to pound into my throat. 

I feel a momentary sense of fear that I am going to choke and try to relax so I can concentrate on breathing out of my nose.  I realize there is no way I can draw breath through my mouth.

Digging his fingernails into my scalp I hear Jax roar, “Fuck Ash, I’m gunna explode.”

As he continues to thrust into my mouth I feel my body buzzing.  My throat is vibrating, pulsing at the same speed that my blood is racing and I feel the need for release building inside me, heat flooding between my legs.

Jax roars again and I feel him slide back slowly and with one last powerful slam he lodges his cock deep into my mouth and explodes a hot blast of thick cum into my throat.  I feel my throat swallowing, clamping down, milking his seed when to my astonishment, an orgasm rips through my body, almost blacking me out with its intensity.