She’s my fucking kryptonite.
I groan into her mouth when she rotates her hips over my rock hard dick. I need to put a stop to this, but I can’t. I crave her too much.
When she abruptly pulls out of the kiss, I’m filled with mixed emotions. I’m thankful that, unlike me, she has the strength to stop this, but I’m gutted too.
She manoeuvres her body down mine, sliding her hands underneath my T-shirt as she goes.
Maybe I misunderstood.
When she leans forwards, running her tongue across my abdomen before raising her face and giving me a mischievous smile, I know I’ve misunderstood. Sweet Jesus, have I misunderstood.
I swear my heart skips a beat when her fingers move to the waistband of my jeans. Is this really happening? I can’t tell you how many times I’ve jacked off to the image of her lips wrapped around my cock.
She makes easy work of undoing the buttons, which is unnerving. I’m not naive enough to think this is her first time. Actually, I know it’s not.
Candice was dating one of my brother’s loser mates when we first met. I’ll never forget it. They were all hanging around by the pool, so I decided to go for a swim. It was only to piss my brother off. He and his preppy mates have always thought they were too good for me, and I get pleasure out of riling them up. They were playing some pansy-arse game of water polo or something, so I ran out onto the back deck, doing a mother of bomb right in the middle of their game. I hadn’t even noticed her sitting on the edge until I heard her sweet laugh when I broke the surface.
My head snapped in her direction, while my brother and his mates screamed profanities at me. She was fully dressed and soaked from the splash, but surprisingly, she was smiling. It was a beautiful fucking smile too. I’ve never been a believer in love at first sight, but fuck me if I didn’t fall a little in love with her in that moment. If it had been any of the other stuck-up bitches my brother hangs around, all hell would’ve broken loose.
Two days later, I ended up beating the crap out of her boyfriend in our kitchen after I heard him bragging about her exceptional oral skills to my brother and his dickhead mates.
Thankfully, she saw the light and broke up with him a week later. We’ve been hanging out together ever since.
I’m pulled back into reality when her hand slides inside my boxer briefs, causing me to inhale a sharp breath. I’m torn. I want this more than I want my next breath, but it’s what comes after that petrifies the hell out of me. I can’t lose her.
‘Holy crap,’ she whispers once she’s freed my cock. ‘I had no idea you were packing this monster in your pants.’ Her comment makes me laugh. ‘This thing should come with a warning label.’
‘You’re not the first person to say that,’ I reply with amusement. When her eyes slightly narrow and her grip on my cock tightens, I get the impression she doesn’t want to hear about the other girls I’ve been with. I don’t blame her.
I’m positive that’s part of the reason I beat up her ex. One, because he was telling his mates how well she sucks cock, and two, the thought of them together like that really fucked with my head.
I take a deep breath and hold it as her face inches towards my dick. Part of me is screaming, ‘Stop this before it goes any further!’ But I can’t. Maybe the alcohol coursing through my veins is affecting my rational thinking, or maybe it’s because all the blood in my head is now rushing to my cock.
The second her sweet mouth wraps around the head, every ounce of fight leaves me. ‘Candice,’ I moan as my hands thread through her hair. ‘Fuck.’ My eyes roll back in my head as my hips involuntarily thrust towards her mouth. She takes me deep into her throat, palming my balls in her hand at the same time. I bet you a thousand bucks one of those trophies in her cabinet says: Blowjob Queen—Candice Crawford. If there isn’t one, there fucking should be.
I bask in her magic mouth for a little while longer, before putting my hands under her arms and dragging her up my body. It’s not fair that I’m the one getting all the pleasure.
When her mouth crashes into mine, I flip her over onto her back, covering half of her body with my own. ‘It’s my turn now.’
‘Oh Jax,’ she whispers into my mouth, when my fingers trail up her leg and under that sexy little denim skirt she’s wearing. I groan when she parts her legs for me, allowing me better access.
I’m still up in the air about what we’re doing but I’m losing the battle with every second that passes. The moment my hand runs between her legs and over the soaked fabric of her lace panties, all my indecision vanishes. I need her—more than fucking life itself.