Mercy(White Collared Part 1)(30)

A deep groan rumbled from his chest. He bent his knees, angling his pelvis to bump his erection directly against her needy bundle of nerves. She whimpered, frustrated by their wet clothing. The raging inferno licked between her legs, her pussy pulsing with spasms. Her hands drifted to his ass, his muscles clenching and flexing under her fingertips as his hips continued to grind tiny circles against her core.

He captured her wrists and tugged them high over her head, pinning her between him and the door, imprisoning her. Pleasure darted to her aching breasts. Her clit swelled and hardened, and as her panties brushed across it, her juices trickled down her thighs.

Want to touch him.

Need to touch him.

She struggled, tugging and wiggling in an attempt at escape. His grip tightened, his fingers pinching her skin.

One word pounded over and over in her head.

More. More. More.

Never in her life had she experienced passion.

Until now.

“Please,” she begged, her voice raspy.

Although she wasn’t sure what she was asking him for, her plea spurred him into action. He lifted her up as if she was weightless, and she wrapped her thighs around his waist. Lust crashed into her like a tidal wave, submerging her deep below the water’s surface.

And she didn’t want to ever come up for air.

He carried her past her couch, continuing across the living room to her bedroom, his lips hovering over hers, a whisper away.

When he stopped at the foot of her double bed, she slid down his legs to her knees. She wasn’t sure if it was an accident. She didn’t care. Her thighs parted and she arched her back in a submissive offering.

Not only her body.

But everything she had to give.

The significance of her gesture flashed in his eyes. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh, the spice of his kiss lingering. Would he taste spicy everywhere? She reached to unbutton his pants, to give him the relief he deserved, but he caught her hand midair.

“Please,” she repeated.

Her nipples pebbled from his molten gaze. He swallowed thickly and nodded once.

Craving more of his flavor, she flicked open the button of his jeans and used both hands to draw the wet fabric down his legs until he stepped out of them.

His cock sprang from its confinement, stretching proudly up to his belly from its nest of short curls. Long and thick, with a slight curve that would massage her G-spot perfectly, it twitched as she continued to admire its beauty. She’d never thought of penises as beautiful before, but there was no arguing that Jax’s was a work of art deserving worship.

Cupping his heavy balls in her hand, she massaged them and kneaded them until he threw back his head with a moan, and a bead of semen dripped from the tip of his cock. She couldn’t resist any longer. She ran the flat of her tongue from the base to its head, lapping up his tangy essence.

His fingers tangled in her hair, tugging just enough to bring tears to her eyes and sending a jolt of electricity to her pussy. “Suck it, Katerina,” he demanded.

He may have been the Dominant, but there was no mistaking the hoarseness in his voice or the need in his eyes. She’d done this to him. She may have been the one literally on her knees, but, metaphorically, it was as if he was the one on his knees before her. Here in her bedroom, she alone had the ability to gift him with bliss.

She’d never felt so strong.

Was this an exchange of power? Or was it simply a blowjob?

Looking up at Jax as she took him deep into her mouth, she realized there was nothing simple about this man. His eyes fluttered shut when the tip of him bumped against the soft tissue of her throat. She fought the gag reflex and swallowed, breathing through her nose.

Her lips stretched around his girth, and she wrapped her hand around the base, not surprised that her thumb didn’t reach her index finger. With her other hand, she cupped his testicles, rubbing her middle finger on the sensitive perineum. A couple more drops of semen coated the back of her throat and his cock jerked against the roof of her mouth. Always the perfectionist, she wouldn’t stop until she engulfed him completely. Relaxing her throat muscles, she swallowed repeatedly, taking him in so deep his curls tickled her nose.

“Ah, fuck, Katerina. So good. I . . . you have to stop. I’m too close. It’s been too long.” His actions defied his words, and his legs shook as he began shallowly pumping. She slid her finger over his perineum and up the crack of his ass. “Katerina. Katerina. Katerina,” he chanted breathlessly.

He cried out as, over and over, come jettisoned from his cock, and she greedily swallowed it all. High on the satisfaction of causing his strong climax, she licked her lips and grinned up at him.

From behind hooded lids, his eyes followed the movement of her tongue. He stripped off his shirt, revealing the glorious chest underneath. Between his flat, brown nipples, a light dappling of hair covered his chest, trailing to the dark curls surrounding his half-erect penis.