“You still haven’t fed me,” she says shyly.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask, running my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Pancakes with chocolate chips,” she says, rolling to her stomach so her breasts are in line with my cock, which hardens instantly. Looking down between her tits, her lower lip is pulled between her teeth and her eyes lift slowly to meet mine. The image of her with her hair down, the ends wet from the bath, her skin still glowing from her resent orgasm, and her eyes full of heat, gazing at me with lust, is an image I will use often when I can’t take her to bed. Then she shocks me. Her head dips and her tongue touches the head of my cock, licking off the drop of precum that seeped out of the end.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear myself groan. “Baby,” I breathe as she sits back, her tits rising above the water. Her hand attempts to wrap around me, and she timidly pumps, and then her mouth covers the head and her tongue swirls the tip. Wrapping my hands around the edge of the tub, I try to keep still. I don’t want to slam down her throat or grab onto her hair. I don’t even know if she understands what she’s doing.
Her eyes meet mine as her hand pumps, each stroke killing me slowly. As her mouth lowers, taking me deeper into the depth of her mouth, I flex my muscles, knowing she is going to be the death of me. Her unsure innocence is making it hard to keep my hands locked on the tub.
Feeling myself hit the back of her throat, hearing her gag almost has me coming. “Ellie, fuck, baby. Oh, God.” My toes curl and her hand moves faster, like she knows I’m close. “I’m gonna come, baby,” I tell her, and her mouth leaves my cock, but her hand pumps. Wrapping my hand over hers, I help her bring me off and use my other hand to pull her forward, covering her tits with my come. “You’re gonna kill me,” I confess, pulling her to rest against my chest, leaning my head back and closing my eyes, trying to catch my breath.
Feeling myself shaking, I open one eye and dip my chin, seeing Ellie has her mouth covered and her body is quaking with silent laughter.
“Sorry,” she giggles when her eyes meet mine.
“You think it’s funny that you’re gonna kill me?” I ask, and her laughter quiets down and she smiles, shaking her head. “We need to shower,” I say, standing and taking her with me.
“Are you mad?” she asks from behind me as I start the shower.
“No, baby.” I push her into the shower then move her against the wall, hearing her gasp as her skin touches the cold tile. “Let’s see if you’re still laughing when I’m done,” I say, and dropping to my knees and tossing her leg over my shoulder.
Chapter 8
Ellie
“Here, babe.”
Glaring at the shirt held out to me, I take it anyways, making sure to tug it with force from Jax’s grip, then pull it over my head.
Hearing him chuckle, I pull my long wet hair out of the collar of the shirt and narrow my eyes on him, which only seems to make his smile bigger.
“What?” he asks, pulling up a pair of sweats that are loose and hang low on his hips, showing off the well-defined V of his waist.
“It’s not funny,” I growl when he begins to laugh louder.
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“You’re totally laughing at me,” I say, looking around with wide, dramatic eyes, pointing out there is absolutely no one else in the room, or even the house, with us. “And who does that to someone? Who uses sex torture as a way of hearing what you want to hear?” I ask him, feeling my cheeks heat up at just the thought of what happened in the shower.
“Sex torture?” He laughs louder, and I feel a smile on my lips from the sound of it. When his eyes come to me again, I school my features.
“Sex torture, that thing you did when you…when you didn’t let me orgasm until I told you what you wanted to hear.”
“You’re adorable.”
“I’m not adorable.” I roll my eyes, picking up my towel from the end of the bed.
“You are. Now, are you ready to go have pancakes?” he asks, taking the towel out of my hand and tossing it toward the bathroom on the ground, making me frown.
“I was going to hang tha—”
He cuts me off, lowering his mouth over mine in a brutal kiss that causes my legs to become weak. When his mouth leaves mine and I finally get my eyes open, I find him looking down at me with a very smug smile.
“Now…are you ready for pancakes?” he asks again.
“You’re annoying,” I tell him, taking a step back and turning toward the door, making a point to stomp down the hall and down the stairs. I notice on the way that something looks different, but I can’t figure out what it is. When we reach the kitchen, Jax lifts me onto the counter and starts pulling out the ingredients to make pancakes.