Shafted(Devil's Blaze MC 4)(32)

Nerves flutter inside of me and mix with excitement. I move my hand down past his stomach. My fingers brush against the hair I find there. One last look up to make sure he’s still sleeping, and I build up my courage to push the sheet down away from the lower half of Jax’s body. His cock grabs my attention first. It’s not as hard as last night, though still in a semi-standing position. I watch as I drag my fingers through the fine, curled hair and encircle the base of his dick in my hand. It’s soft to the touch. I didn’t know what to expect, but this wasn’t it. I squeeze him in surprise, then get worried that I might hurt him and loosen my hold. I look up to see his face and take a breath of relief when he still doesn’t seem to be awake. His breathing pattern has changed, but remains steady; his eyes are closed.

I decide to push my luck and move my hand up, over his cock, leaving my grip firm—though not as tight. One stroke leads to another and then one more. I go slow, not wanting to wake him too soon, but more because I’m enjoying my time exploring Jax’s body. After the forth upward thrust of my hand, a small bead of liquid forms on the tip of his cock. Curiosity flares through me, and I can’t resist moving down and bringing my tongue across the head of his cock, taking the drop of moisture inside. Several things hit me at once. Salty, musky, and elemental. Man. Jax.

I want more. I want all of Jax. Everything he has, I want to claim as mine. Any other thoughts leave my head, and now the only thing I can concentrate on is one word. More. I work my tongue through the small crease on his dick, making sure I take every bit of the flavor that remains. I don’t worry about waking him, I can’t think that far ahead. I’m totally lost in Jax now. My hand automatically moves to pump his cock again, my grip is tighter now, but then I don’t really care. I need him to give me all he has. His cock is firmer now, definitely harder and yet, remaining tender in my hand. But he’s so hot. The heat from his cock alone could almost burn my hand. This time more of his pre-cum leaks. So much more, it drizzles against my fingers. Again, I don’t stop to think, I just do. And what I do is bend down to take the entire head of his cock in my mouth, sucking on it hard, and moving my tongue over the head trying to gather all of the clear liquid I can find before swallowing it down. I barely notice that Jax has a firm hold on my hair again, until he uses it to lift me off of him. I release his dick, because I don’t have a choice. The popping noise echoes in the room, and I force myself to look up at the man who is literally holding me hostage by my head.

“If you’re going to suck my cock, Bree. You’re going to do it right,” he growls, his eyes dark with hunger. A hunger I caused. “Open wide,” he orders and desire flip flops in the pit of my stomach at the tone of his voice.





Chapter Twenty-Six





Jax





“Open that pretty mouth of yours,” I tell her, taking my cock in my hand, and rubbing the tip across her lips and coating them so they’re nice and shiny. Her tongue flicks against the underside of my dick and I groan, deciding to let her get away with it. I stroke my cock so some of the pre-cum slides out onto her tongue. She whimpers as I push just the head of my cock in her mouth. Her lips close around it and she sucks on it…hard. “That’s it. Daddy will give you what you want,” I tell her, tightening my hold on her hair even more. I push into that sweet mouth, bringing her head down at the same time.

I’m not a small man and her mouth stretches to accommodate me. When I hit the back of her throat, I hesitate. She’s innocent. She’s not like the other women I’ve been with. I need to hold back this side of me, at least until I get her used to sex…to sex with me…again that urge inside of me to claim her as mine gnaws at me. I keep going back and forth with what I want. I know what I’m going to do, but I keep hesitating. Chances are I won’t survive the fallout of this long enough to keep her. But, I will enjoy the fucking ride while I can. Turns out it’s Bree who surprises me when she moans around my cock and pushes it deeper inside. When it hits the back of her throat she gags. I start to pull her hair, forcing her off of me, when she moans around my cock again, resisting my hold, pushing me even deeper in her throat. I feel her throat muscles working around the head of my cock, and I growl at the pleasure. The urge is there to keep it going, but she has tears coming from her eyes, and I can tell she’s pushing herself just to please me. I pull her back, rewarded by her whimper of displeasure.

“Jax,” she complains, her voice hoarse.

I caress her cheek and tell her, “I’ll teach you how to take me slowly. I don’t want you hurting yourself. I don’t want to see you in pain, I only want you to experience pleasure at my hands, baby.”