“Answer me. Are you wet?” I demand once more. The anticipation of her answer is driving me mad.
“Yes,” she whispers like it’s a dirty little secret and it is. Jesus, it is, but it’s ours.
“I could make you cum like this couldn’t I Bree? Spank you until that sweet pussy explodes from my touch.”
“Jax…” Fuck me, there’s my name again.
“Answer me, Bree.” I’m about to lose it, we’re playing a dangerous game.
“I don’t know,” she stalls.
“Not the answer I wanted,” I admit, and I could say the Devil made me do it, but the truth is I’m doing it because I fucking can’t stop. I spank her ass again, and again…and finally, again.
“Oh God, Jax,” she cries, and her cry is my reward. A cry full of hunger and need, and it’s my name she calls out. What man could resist? Any? Certainly a better man than I am.
I back up a step, giving her a little freedom—very little. Then I spin her around to face me. I need to see her eyes. I want to know if they are as hungry as my own.
“Do you see what happens when you tempt a man, Bree? Do you see what you invite? Is this what you wanted?” I demand, angry at her, at myself, at the situation, and so fucking hard it hurts.
“No…yes…Oh God Jax, I don’t know,” she cries. Her beautiful eyes wound me. They’re begging me, wanting to make her come, but at the same time I see the confusion—the innocence there. Christ. Is this completely new to her? That thought alone should be enough to make me stop, but it doesn’t. I’m a bastard. I shove my leg between hers and pull her up to me. Her thighs are strong and they immediately hold onto me, clamping down hard and pressing my thigh right where she wants me the most.
“That feel good, sweet Bree?”
“Jax?” she whispers.
I shouldn’t touch her. I know I shouldn’t, but nothing could stop me now. I push her body closer. One hand sliding under her shirt and shoving her bra up out of the way, so I can palm her tit. Heat, electricity, need, all zap me at once. Her large nipple presses into my palm. I move my hand down so I can capture her tender bud in my fingers. I tease the plump little morsel while wishing we weren’t beside the road so I could suck it...The minute I start teasing her, her hips move erratically, rocking on my leg, searching.
“That’s it, ride my leg. Find what you need,” I whisper in her ear, still stroking her nipple.
“I need more, Jax,” she says breathless, her nails biting into my sides so deep, she’s scoring the skin.
“Then take it, take what you need,” I urge her, barely holding onto control. Sanity is gone. It left the minute I allowed myself to touch her, but the last thing I need to do is bend her over the truck and fuck her. If her grandfather found us like that, he’d have my head, and if he didn’t Skull would.
“I’m not sure,” she whispers breathlessly, ending with a moan as I twist her nipple and pinch it. Her body lurches forward hard, her head going back in passion. “I don’t know how,” she gasps, frustration thick in her voice. I’m not sure what she means it can’t be what I’m thinking. She’s young, but she is eighteen.
“Bree have you ever had an orgasm before?”
“Jax, please.”
“Answer me.”
“No,” she whispers and it’s right then my fate is sealed. To be fair it probably was before, but now there’s no going back. If I’m going to be the first to make this sweet body come, I’m going to teach her everything. It will be my mission in life.
My hands go to her hips and I help navigate her body, showing her a steady rhythm. It just takes a moment of her following my lead before she takes control, riding my leg like a rodeo queen. Not being able to stand it any longer, I tilt her so her back is leaning on the truck. I begin unbuttoning her shirt, ignoring the way my hands are shaking. By the time I get the third button down, I’m tired of messing with it and just pull the shirt until the buttons give and the shirt pops open.
“Jax,” she whispers, looking around, as if just now realizing we’re outside.
“No one will see, Bree, I got you,” I lie. Anyone could see, and right now I don’t care. I’m not stopping.
Her nipples were already hard with excitement. The cool air seems to make them harder. I suspected she was gorgeous, seeing her now with the glow of the moon against her pale skin…Fuck, she robs me of words. I lean down to run my tongue along the outline of her nipple, before moving to the swollen bud and taking it in my mouth. I use my tongue to push it against the roof of my mouth, sucking it deep and then slowly releasing.