“Do you remember?” he goes on, tilting me backward against the wall. Now his lips are against my chest, his tongue slowly exploring the curves of my breasts. “It was a little over a year ago. Thanksgiving. You were driving to Emerald Valley and you stopped in for a cheeseburger.”
He sucks one nipple into his mouth and lavishes attention on it, sucking and swirling it. I moan helplessly, squeezing my thighs tighter around him. The heat in my core has become a hard ache, one that pulses with every heartbeat.
“I thought you were just being nice,” I whisper, and that gets a low, throaty chuckle from him as he pulls me harder against his clothed cock, the fabric of his jeans digging into me.
I gasp, my hands clawing at his shoulders and back as I roll my hips, desperate for release as the pleasure rises inside me, his massive cock grinding against my clit so deliciously I can barely stand it.
“Come for me, Ruby,” Jax says.
He takes my hair in one hand, gently pulling my head back. I let him as he finds one nipple again, running his teeth over it as he pulls my hips against him with the other.
I move against him, seeking the pleasure and release I know he can give me. His fingers are digging into my hip, my legs wrapped around him as I roll my hips again and again, the sheer pleasure driving me onward.
“Jax,” I gasp.
Now he’s pushing me up against the tile wall of the shower, still kneeling on the bottom, like we’re fucking. I can feel myself close to the edge, ready to go over.
Jax grabs my leg, lifts it. Then his hand is there, between us, his thumb on my slick, sensitive nub.
“Come for me,” he growls again, and this time I do. I cry out my orgasm, coming harder than I ever have before, and the sound echoes around the bathroom and the shower. I roll my hips against him feverishly, like I’m trying to pump every last ounce of pleasure from his body, until at last the waves stop rocking over me and I’m limp against the shower wall.
He kisses me again, hard, taking everything he wants from me, and I give it to him. I push my fingers through his thick hair and pull his face to mine, still wanting him. Still needing him.
I can’t stop. Not now.
I trail my fingers down his chest slowly, tentatively. His shirt is damp from my wet skin, and when I reach the waistband of his jeans, I peel it up, slowly, revealing a hard six-pack and a sculpted V that points down, into his pants.
Still breathing hard, I reach for the button of his jeans and try to undo it, but it’s difficult. Jax is growling in my ear, nipping at me as I ease my fingers down, trying to get his jeans off.
But it’s not working, probably because I have no idea what I’m doing. I tug again at his jeans, but the button doesn’t come undone, at least not until he laughs softly and undoes them for me.
“Tell me if you find something you like,” he breathes into my ear.
My hand closes around his smooth shaft, the hard length filling my hand. I bite my lip in surprise, my fingers barely meeting around his cock.
Jax groans, his warm breath tickling my ear.
“You see how hard I am for you, sweetheart?” he murmurs, kissing my neck gently.
Carefully, I draw his cock from his pants. I’ve never touched one before, and I can’t stop marveling at it — he’s hard as iron, but the skin is as soft as velvet. He’s leaking precum from the tip, and suddenly, I want to taste him.
But before I can, one of his big hands closes over my smaller one, his other hand tightening on my hip. I’m still straddling him in the shower, my legs wrapped around his body, as he slowly pumps our hands down his shaft.
A tremor runs through his body as he does, and we both shudder with the force. I’m wide-eyed, squeezing him as hard as I can in my hand. I pump him again and he groans into my neck, his precum trickling slowly down my fist.
Our bodies move together in time, almost like we’re fucking. I’m aching for him again, my pussy dripping wet and ready, my skin still damp from my half-finished shower.
“This is perfect,” Jax says into my hair, where his face is buried. “You’re perfect.”
With that I arch my back, try to lift myself onto him. I’m seized with the sudden and absolute urge to take him inside me, feel his girth fill me as we come together, but just as the head of his cock grazes my lips, Jax stops me.
“Not yet,” he gasps, his hand still over mine as I give him one last powerful pump.
Jax’s cock practically jumps in my hand, thick spurts of cum shooting from the tip. It’s surprisingly powerful, landing in ropes across my breasts and belly, some of it sinking into the downy hair of my mound. I keep stroking him until he’s shuddering, his cock beginning to go soft in my hand.
Finally, he stops me, taking my hand off of him. Jax kisses me deeply, not caring at all that I’m covered in his seed.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs. “I love the way you look right now.”
I glance down at the sticky substance all over me, and I’m surprised to realize that it’s kind of hot. Like he’s marked me as his, and I don’t mind at all.
“I love it too,” I whisper.
Chapter Seven
Jax
I can’t help myself around Ruby. She hasn’t even been here twelve hours and I’ve already practically ravished her in the shower, utterly captivated by her beauty, by the lithe curves of her body and the way she moves.
I very nearly took her virginity just now. She wanted me to. I know she did, the way her eyes and her body begged me to fill her up and show her new heights of ecstasy.
But I shouldn’t. Sweet, innocent, beautiful Ruby should give that to someone else. Someone besides a rough former soldier and bartender who spends his nights keeping the Iron Diablos from destroying a shitty road house in the middle of nowhere.
Someone her own age, not at least ten years older than her, like I am.
Someone who doesn’t live in a self-built cabin in the woods.
I stand in the bathtub, helping Ruby to her feet. I’m still fully clothed, but I quickly strip naked and turn on the shower, then wash Ruby as gently as I can with my single bar of soap. We make out, our bodies sliding together under the hot water, and before I know it, she’s coming on my fingers while I stroke her clit, her mouth under mine.
She reaches for my cock, but I turn off the water. I’m determined to keep up a three-to-one, her-to-me orgasm ratio, which means I owe her at least one more.
We finally get out of the shower when it starts to run lukewarm. Normally I’m much more careful about my hot water levels — the hot water heater for the cabin isn’t very big — but today I couldn’t care less. Ruby towels herself off carefully, starting with her hair, and as I watch her, skin still flushed pink with heat, I’m already tenting my own towel.
She notices, wrapping her towel around her hair and standing stark naked in my small bathroom. I watch as a single water droplet makes its way down her neck, over her collarbone, and onto her small, perky breast, narrowly avoiding her nipple.
When I open the door to the bedroom, the rush of cool air is bracing, and I watch as Ruby’s nipples stiffen with it. Her sweatshirt and sweatpants are still on the bathroom floor, along with my half-wet clothes, and neither of us makes a move to get them.
“I should probably go home soon,” she says, still stark-naked, standing in front of me, her eyes flicking down to my incredibly obvious erection.
I skim a hand down her back, over her prefect, perky ass. Every touch just gets me harder until it feels like my cock might explode.
Right now, I could sit down on this bed, pull her on top of me, and have Ruby ride my cock until she comes twice. Fuck, I want that more than anything.
But it’s wrong. She’s young, beautiful, fresh.
I’m… well, I’m me. And Ruby deserves better.
“But you don’t need to leave right now,” I tell her, pulling her closer. “I haven’t even tasted you yet.”
She blushes. It’s beautiful when she does, and there’s something sweet and innocent about it. Despite what we just did in the shower — despite how dirty I can tell she wants to be with me — she still blushes at the suggestion.
“And I haven’t tasted you yet, either,” she teases, biting her lip to emphasize her point.
God, this girl is unbelievable. The perfect combination of innocent and sexy.
“Well, I’m going first,” I say.
I don’t wait for her to answer, I just pick her up and toss her onto the bed. She squeals in surprise, but I’m already on top of her and between her thighs before she can even squirm.
My hands close over her thighs in sheer anticipation. I let my lips drift down her body, already smelling her arousal. The sweet musk scent makes me curl my toes, all the blood in my body rushing straight to my dick as I push her legs apart, listening to her gasp and moan above me.
At last, I dart my tongue out and lick her sweet, sensitive nub. A tremor thrums through Ruby, her back arching and her legs going stiff as her hands clench the bedsheets below her. I smile softly, tracing my tongue down to her lips, skillfully outlining the edges before dipping between them and finally tasting her honey.
Ruby’s breath catches in her throat, and I plunge my tongue deeper into her center, arching it up into the sensitive spot along her front wall. She moans, the sheets tight in her fists, and I pull her down the bed onto my mouth.