Scandal:The Complete Series(91)

I gaze up at him again to witness his undoing.

“I’m coming,” he grunts loudly as the first hot stream of cum hits my tongue. It’s hot and salty and a little sweet. I take every last drop in my mouth and swallow it all while he moans.

He trembles with aftershocks for a while inside my mouth. He falls back on the bed as I release him, quickly turning onto his stomach to protect his back. His ribcage rises and falls fast, his fingers interlaced on the back of his head.

For a moment, I’m worried that I have hurt him and that I’ve made him overexert himself, but then he chuckles. “Come here,” he says. “Where did you learn to suck cock like that?”

“It’s a natural gift,” I say, lying on my stomach beside him.

“Oh fuck, that felt so good.”

My fingers find his back, barely touching his bruised flesh. “We should take care of this,” I say. “Some ice and some antibiotic lotion and then some bandaging.”

“It sounds good.”

“I’ll kill Lucius with my bare hands,” I say.

“No, you won’t, but I love your ferociousness.”

The last thing I want is to get off the bed. Jaxson is my whole world right now and I want to hold on to that feeling of belonging. But he’s injured and he needs to be cared for. So I kiss him on the cheek and go to the kitchen to fetch some ice and then the bathroom for some first-aid supplies.

He’s still on his stomach when I return to bed, hands under his chin. I pamper his poor back with some soft caresses before I clean the skin with warm water and apply an antibiotic, pain-relieving cream.

Jax sighs a few times but they are good sighs, the kind that comes at the end of a long day when you can relax with a good movie or some good company.

I run my hands across his biceps and then his firm butt cheeks and his smooth thighs. He shudders a little at my touch, tightening muscles and then releasing them.

“Does this hurt?” I ask, stroking his shoulder.

“No, not really,” he says.

“What about here?” I say, slapping his ass a little.

He shakes his head and I go on, touching every part of him that hasn’t been brutalized and he says that nothing hurts. Then I reach under him to stroke his trapped cock and find him half-hard.

“Is this sore?” I say.

“You kissed it already.”

“I know but I want it.”

He turns to his side and grabs my wrists, pinning me down and then rolling on top of me. “What do you want exactly?”

“Fuck me,” I say. “Fuck the sadness out of me. Fuck it all away.”

His hand travels under my shirt, finding my nipples bunched up and perky.

“I know I’m being selfish,” I whisper. “Don’t think that I don’t.”

He yanks the shirt off me and my body gets thrilled instantly in all the right places.

“Selfish little slut,” he says.

“Your slut,” I correct him.

“And don’t you forget it,” he says, laughing.

It’s good to hear him laugh. Even better that he gets a hand inside my jeans, finding my mound. My clit aches, anticipating his touch.

“There’s only one muscle in my body that doesn’t hurt me when I use it,” he says.

“Which one would that be?” I say, rolling my hips to give him a clue that I’m game for anything.

“My tongue,” he says, wetting my bellybutton with a long lick.

“That might work,” I say, panting already.

Jax slides down my body and off the bed, pulling me by the knees until my hips are on the edge of the bed. He leans over me to kiss me. I open my lips to taste his tongue and he deepens the kiss, supporting himself on one hand, the other hand roaming my body.

I wrap my arms around his back and he squirms a little as I squeeze. “I’m sorry,” I say, mortified I’ve caused him pain. “I got carried away.”

“I have a solution for this,” he says, walking to the closet.

I prop myself on my elbows trying to figure out what he’s doing. He comes back holding one of my long winter scarves.

“Lie back,” he says. He immediately grabs one of my wrists, looping the scarf around it with a knot before he holds it over my head. Then he pulls the other wrist and repeats the pattern, binding my hands together.

Oh lord, I’ve never been tied before. Excitement mingles with a feeling of panic. I get pins and needles deep within my core and I begin to breathe more heavily.

Jax’s body looms over me. The golden skin and the heavy muscles on his chest, arms and abdomen are a work of art. His perfection sends shivers down my spine. He gives me a hungry look and then quickly strips me of my pants and underwear, kneeling down.