Your Heart to Keep: Holly and Jax (20 page)

Could I say what I wanted? Hell. First I needed a drink. And how did he know I was a virgin? Was it that evident? “Could I get a glass of water first, please?” It sounded like I was stalling and maybe I was but I needed a moment.

Jax grumbled against me, pulling himself free. “Don’t move.”

I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Where would I go? I didn’t know my way around his house to be moving of my own accord. My breathing was amplified in the quiet room, my legs weak.

A cupboard opened and then the fridge. Water being poured. Footsteps. A shadow. “Here. You look like you could use this.”

“I could.”

He put the glass in my hand, keeping his hand on mine as I raised the glass to my quivering lips, hoping I could actually swallow with him towering over me and leaning in. I knew he was watching me take the cool water into my mouth and swallow which made the movement that much more exaggerated.

“Nice?” He crooned as his other hand fondled my neck, feeding my thirst.

“Uh huh!” I gurgled with my mouth still attached to the glass.

“Mmm. That’s it. Swallow, angel.”

Lord in Heaven! That was sexy. I knew he wasn’t referring to the H2O going down the back of my throat.

I drew the glass away, letting him know that I was done. He moved aside for an instant, placing the glass down somewhere and then was back all hands and body.

“You haven’t told me what you want. I’m not talking about food or drink either. Spell it out for me, Holly.”

Closing my eyes against my rising nerves, I squeaked out, “I want to touch you. I want you to touch me.”

Placing my hand on the top of his jacket zipper, he said, “Take it off. Pull hard!”

Yes please! I wanted to feel what was under the barrier of clothing again. With shaky fingers, I yanked the zipper all the way down until it clicked open at the bottom so I could push my hands up around his shoulders to get rid of the jacket.

Underneath I could feel the shirt that needed to be discarded too. Finding the hem, I seized it and lifted it up over his head, his hands rising in the air to help me.

Finally. The gift beneath the wrapping. Anticipation had me tingling from head to toe. My sneek- peek in Golden hadn’t been close to this. Even the day at the pool when I’d accidentally found myself in Jax’ muscly arms hadn’t compared. Today he was giving me free rein.

“Don’t hold back. Touch me! I need your hands everywhere.” He growled with little restraint.

The delicate pads of my fingers were all up for exploring so I began at his mountainous shoulders, wondering at their vastness and then moving lower to his pecs. Sweet Mercy. They were so tight and perfectly formed under my palms, his nipples rubbing against my skin.

“Take one in your fingers and squeeze.” He agonizingly whispered.

This was all so new to me. He was letting me touch and get used to his body under my terms before we proceeded, which I was thankful for.

I took the hard pellet between my fingers, giving it a gentle tweak. Jax thrust forward, grinding out, “Harder!”

I didn’t want to hurt him but at the same time I wanted to give him what he needed from me. I wanted to know what pleased him.

Pinching his nipple, he drew in a breath and shook under my touch. “Fuck yeah! Do the same to the other one.”
I had no idea men liked this but maybe some were just more sensitive than others.

With both hands on him, I rolled and squeezed each raised knot of skin, loving the sounds he was making.

Feeling bolder, I moved my head to where my fingers were and replaced them with my cold tongue.

“Ahh, you’re torturing me, angel. So good. Bite me!”

I smiled against him as I nipped him with my teeth. A bold move on my behalf but one with consequences.

“Stand up,” He ordered not waiting for me to comply, putting both hands under my armpits and lifting me up.

His hands were then at my own jacket zipper, pulling it down, recklessly, tearing it off me. His breathing was choppy like a rough sea.

“Arms up.”

Lifting my arms, he made light work of my shirt, leaving me in my lacy bra which no man had ever seen. I was so exposed that I automatically brought my hands across in front. My scar was surely a wicked stain on my chest. It was a startling reminder of all that he had lost and I had gained. I’d felt the length of it under my fingers, knowing how harsh it must look.

My arms didn’t stay folded long though. They ended up above my head pressed into the wall, pinned in one of Jax’s strong hands.

“Let me look at you.”

I tensed under his scrutiny, knowing he must be fighting the demons inside that would be protesting at the sight that had branded me forever. I waited an anxious moment for his mood to change, holding my breath but he surprised me by groaning out, “So fucking succulent!”

Hot liquid leaked from my core onto my lace panties, my nipples hardening into pinnacles. I’d never been one for dirty talk but things were different now. I didn’t appear to be the same woman I’d been before.

My chest shot forward when his hand latched on to my breast, pushing the lace of my bra down so that I spilled out. He repeated the maneuver with the other one. The wire of the bra acted as a brace to hold them in place and I could imagine them jutting out like monuments.

He hissed loudly. “Your tits are so goddam perfect. Just the right size for my hands and my mouth.”

A noise slipped from my mouth and then a cry as I felt moist lips encase my nipple and the cool metal of the tongue stud, circling and tapping. Sucking and rolling.

“Jax!” I couldn’t find anything to say other than the name of the man working me into a breathless, frantic frenzy.

When he blew on my responsive bud of arousal and moved to give the other one the same attention, my eyes rolled back into my head, my free hand latching on to his hair and pulling.

His throaty release like resounding thunder against my breast had me shuddering. If he kept this up I would orgasm where I stood.

“I’m going to come all over these.” He roared, still working my breasts, undoing my jeans and roughly pulling them off. There was nothing gentle about this and it was exactly what I needed. Brutal and dangerous.

“Legs apart!”

I didn’t have to be asked twice. I could feel dribbles of rapture trickling down my inner thigh.  Both of my hands became free as Jax dropped to his knees. I grabbed his head.

He didn’t miss a beat, lapping the liquid all the way to my core like a man starved, “You taste so fucking delectable.”

I couldn’t contain my wild cries and pleas for more, pulling his face into me, needing that small piece of metal to flit over my swollen folds.

His hands grabbed both of my butt cheeks, squeezing hard, drawing me further against his mouth, audibly drinking and lapping me dry.

His tongue entered me, pushing in as far as it would go as his lips caressed my entrance. It was so erotic and intense, my body boneless, that if he hadn’t been holding me, I would have crumpled to the floor.

Sensation clawed its way out from my depths as I began to shudder feeling a swell of cresting pleasure rocket through me, lifting me higher. To the stars.

“Yeah, come hard, angel. On my tongue. Now.”

As he thrust his tongue in and out fiercely, my walls clamped around it and I plundered into bliss. Shattered. Spasms splintering my entire body, my voice belonging to ecstasy, deep moans filling the room.

Jax was cursing against me, his tongue still filling me, tickling my walls and milking my orgasm until I was so spent I had to push his head away.

“Can’t. Take. Any. More.”

He laughed, kissing me on the abdomen, working his way back up to my mouth until his lips covered mine so that I could taste myself on him.

“So amazing,” He hummed. “The feeling of you coming on my tongue, gripping me so fucking hard and those sounds you made were music to my ears.”

I could only grunt. He continued to lavish me with kisses and I wondered if he was going to take me here against the wall or carry me to his bed.

I was surprised when he did neither, but said, “We need to get you dressed and home before your father comes looking for me.”

I was slightly disappointed that we weren’t going to have sex after all the priming we had done. And he hadn’t released his own pent up frustration.

“But, what about you?”

“As much as I’d like to fuck you against this wall, Angel, I’m not going to steal your virtue today. I’ll take care of myself later.”

“Oh, I thought…never mind.”

“You don’t think it’s taking everything I have not to take you right now? Shit. Anyone else and we would be on round two at this point but I am so wound up, I know you’re not gonna be able to handle it.”

“I want to help you, you know…find release.”

“You want to make me come?”

Why did he have to be so crude? I knew my face must be scarlet. “If you want.” Suddenly I was unsure. I’d never touched a guy’s penis in the flesh before.

Without replying, my hand was in Jax’s and I was being led through the house.

I knew we’d reached a bed when my knees ran into it.

“Turn around and sit on the edge.” He barked in his desperate voice.

I was still without underwear and felt quite vulnerable, on full display, my breasts still trussed up in my bra. I sat down though not wanting to chicken out. He’d just had his mouth all over me. It shouldn’t matter that I probably looked like a tramp.

“You don’t have to do this. Last chance to bow out.”

I shook my head. I wanted to do this for him after such a wonderful day. I wanted to feel his arousal and know that it was because of me.

A zipper was pulled down and the rustling of clothes sounded as he undressed in front of me. Pity I couldn’t wonder at his muscly physique using my eyes. Another positive reason to get the corneal transplant.

“I’m right in front of you, gorgeous. I’m all yours.”

Swallowing my anxiety, I emboldened myself for the task by first reaching out in the hope that I touched his stomach. I wasn’t far off as my fingers came to rest on his hip where I could move them across to reach the steady, barrage of muscle that was his abdomen. A girl could go to town on such finery and I hadn’t even reached the best part yet.

Jax choked at the contact, his stomach tensing. “As nice as that is, Holly, I need your mouth on me.”

Letting my fingers guide me, I found his astounding erection that arched upwards. Before I put my lips around it, I wanted to know what I was dealing with using my hand.

Without my sight, it seemed enormous, my fingers not coming together fully as I gripped its girth. Jax croaked out my name on a pleasurable sigh so after running my hands up and down to the base, I moved my head in, opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.

Jax must have been watching because he moved forward until the tip of his steely member touched me. I marveled at how soft it felt on the end and found myself running my tongue all around the velvety head, tasting a smattering of salt in a small amount of leakage.

“Yesss! More!” He thrust forward in an obvious attempt to have me take him in further.

Opening to the new intrusion, I let him fill me nearly all the way but upon gagging I pulled back a little running my tongue on the underside of the sturdy, engorged shaft covered in satin.

“Ugghh! Mmm,” Jax slurred, merging with my own vocalized delight.

I stabilized myself using a hand on one of his firm buttocks, my other gripping his manhood at the base. Between Jax’s pumping action and my reciprocal licking and sucking I could feel him lengthen and engorge even further.

His hands clutched my hair roughly, the painful pulling spurring me on faster. I was overcome with the thrill of power when I felt him tremble and bellow my name.

“I’m coming! Holly! He surged forward, slamming into me with finality, thick, warm liquid spurting into my mouth and down my chin as I almost choked on the streaming, eruption.

He was struggling for air as if he’d just completed a marathon, grunting and whimpering and contracting in my mouth as I swallowed. My fingers dug into his flexing butt cheeks.

I had just successfully completed my first blow job.

Chapter Thirty Three

Jax

I had come so violently in Holly’s pristine mouth that my balls were on fire. My ass cheeks ached from clenching them so hard and for so long, not to mention the fierce grip she’d had.

Christ. That had to be the biggest orgasm I’d ever had and all from a blow job. Was it the fact that I’d been so frigging horny all day that the feel of her delicate tongue and mouth on me had sent me into a frenzy?

As much as I’d wanted to fuck her senseless, my conscience had gotten the better of me and so I’d decided that today was not the day to deflower Miss Holly Jenkins. If I was going to do it I wanted to make it special for her. She deserved it. The nice guy inside of me that was all but hidden knew that she deserved better than a quick shag against the wall.

I was actually beginning to care for her. Crazy I know. She needed better. There weren’t many people I cared for. You could count them on one hand. Somehow she’d found a way to slide through the cracks in my exterior. She fed that good part of my heart that was shrouded in darkness and when I was with her, I felt less like a prick and more like a regular dude. I wanted to do right by her.

Pulling out of her mouth and falling to my knees in front of her, I fell forward so that my head was in her lap as she still sat on the edge of the bed.

“For someone who is inexperienced in the sex department, you totally unmanned me.” My cheek was pressed into her leg, the words coming out somewhat muffled,

She laughed that glorious laugh, further resurrecting distant emotions from me that had died with Chloe.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she chuckled, running her fingers through my hair, soothing me into a sleepy stupor.

I knew I couldn’t fall asleep. I had to get her home. Trouble was, I didn’t want to move. I was comfortable right where I was, her bare legs acting like a comfortable pillow for my face.

If it wasn’t for the fact that I’d just dumped a heavy load of sperm in her mouth, I almost felt like a small boy again, reveling under the familiar, loving touch of my mother when she used to send me to sleep in a similar way by combing her fingers through my hair, her soft voice a lullaby to my ears.

The center of my chest ached for a moment at that blissful memory. A blip in time, stolen by the actions of another. Forcing me to harden the fuck up and shut away that happy, gentle boy I’d once been.

“Let’s get cleaned up so I can take you home.” I pulled away, looking at her. Lips red and puffy. Semen painting her chin. Bedroom eyes. Sexy as fuck.

I couldn’t resist planting a tender kiss on those lips that had brought me such astounding gratification before I stood up.

“Wait here and I’ll grab your clothes.”

“Okay. Thank you.” Her meek voice replied.

This day would go down in my memory banks as being up there with the best. I hoped she would want to go for more rides with me or just hang out.

Once we were both decent again, I locked up and took Holly home. It was 5pm. Still a decent hour whereby her parents wouldn’t be upset with me.

Where had that come from? Since when did I care about impressing the parents?  Holly was definitely having some sort of weird effect on me.

Pulling in to her driveway I parked behind her mom’s car and helped her off, “So, ah, I was wondering if I could pick you up from work tomorrow and take you to the gym?”

Her head shot to where I was standing, angled as she thought about my offer. “Are you sure Micah won’t mind? I mean, he’s sort of been taking me since day one.”

I huffed, reaching for her helmet and taking if off. “He can bite me if he’s pissed off.”

Holly snickered, “Sure. That would be great.”
Smiling fully at her, I took her hand and walked her to the door. “I finish at 4pm tomorrow so I’ll head straight over to your work.”

“Perfect.”

It was perfect. What was even more perfect was the fact that for the first time in weeks I was looking forward to the following day. To seeing her again.

We stopped at her door and I turned her to me. “I’ll see you tomorrow. I really enjoyed today.”

“Me too.”

Leaning in, I brushed my lips over hers with an uncharacteristic gentleness, not wanting to let go. She lightly nibbled my bottom lip before licking it and I was ready to go for another round but I knew we were limited with time and her parents were on the other side of the door. Instead, I opened for her, needing another feast before I left. I could have kissed her for days. Her full lips moulded with mine perfectly and the way she played with my piercing with her hot little tongue nearly destroyed me. It took all my willpower to drag myself away. My head was cloudy with lust. My body fighting the urge to mate with this magnetic, sexy goddess. “Until tomorrow, Angel.” It was an effort to speak. A breathy promise.

“Bye Jax.”

I placed her hand on the door knob and waited until she disappeared inside before heading back to my bike.

The smile I had on my face earlier was still plastered there. For some frigging reason, I couldn’t wipe it off.