I frown. “So you’re just going to hot box me or something?”
He lowers the joint, his eyelids drooping as he relaxes fromthe few hits. “No.” He jerks his head to the side, gesturing to where he wants me. “Sit.”
Sighing, I join him on the bed and sit on the edge. Jaxon maneuvers me way too easily as he holds the joint between his lips and drags me into the middle of his bed. He sets me on his lap, my back against his chest and my rear on his crossed legs. He wraps his arm around my middle, his hand resting on my side to keep me in place, as if I’m about to run away like I did earlier. I shift, trying to hold some of my weight off of him so I’m not crushing his dick with my big butt. Jaxon tightens his hold, forcing me to sit directly on his groin.
“Doesn’t that hurt?” I ask.
He taps my love handle. “Quite the opposite,” he murmurs in my ear. “Now turn your head toward me.”
I suppress a shudder that wants to break loose. I turn my head and realize just how close our faces are. He meets my stare and sucks the unlit end of the joint, grabs my jaw, and holds me in place while he lowers his mouth to mine. I freeze, my stomach somersaulting at the gentle press.
He licks my bottom lip, smoke curling out as he waits for me to open up to him. I breathe shakily as I do, his tongue flicking my upper lip as he eases the plume of smoke into my mouth. Time stands still, and every part of me becomes sensitive.
I can’t fight this anymore. I want him so fucking bad that it hurts.
I suck in the smoke, and my stomach flips as he keeps his lips against mine, barely moving in gentle kisses. My head spins and bright dots flash behind my closed eyelids. I don’t even know when I closed them.
“Relax,” he murmurs. His breath joins mine, and I realize my mouth is still open. I close my lips, but Jaxon doesn’t pull away. “How do you feel?”
Leaning into him, I crane my neck toward him and wishthis would never end. “I-I...” I swallow to wet my dry throat. “I’m still hurting.”
I can’t feel shit, but I want to see what Jaxon will do.
He leans back, and I curse in my head, regretting telling him that. That regret disappears as he takes a drag from the joint and crushes his lips against mine again. I eagerly open my mouth and suck in the smoke, coughing as it chokes me. Jaxon pulls back just a little so that I can get through the coughing fit. When it stops, I crack open my eyes and find him watching me with amusement and something else. Something...primal and hungry.
Jaxon’s hand glides over my stomach, taking his time as he touches me. He sucks in another hit and puts the joint on the ashtray he pulled out. I barely have enough time to think before his lips are back on mine and he blows more smoke into my mouth. Even after I suck in the last wisps, he moves his mouth against mine in a gentle kiss that builds into a frenzy.
My head feels fuzzy, like I’m sinking back into my mind. Instead of pain, I feel only his hand gliding over my stomach under my shirt, teasing me with his gentle touches. There’s a buzz beneath my skin. It could be the weed, but also his hand creeping upward, getting closer to my breasts.
“How are you now?” He pitches his voice lower and rumbles deep in his chest. His fingertips graze the underside of my breast.
Thank god I’m not wearing a bra. Maybe I should be cursing God, but I can’t bring myself to do it. Not anymore. Not when a pulse builds between my legs and I wish Jaxon would dip his hand into my sweats to make me come.
“Still hurting,” I say.
He inches higher, his palm gliding over my breast and testing the weight of it. I arch my back, pushing my breast further into his hand, realizing too late what I’ve done.
“Still hurting?” he croons. He twitches beneath me, andthe hard outline beneath my ass might as well burn a hole through my clothes. He’s hard and I want to touch him so badly, but I can’t seem to move.
Jaxon’s lips move harder against mine, the kiss building as our tongues tangle together. I breathe harder and shift my hips to ease the ache.
“Shh, little sister,” he whispers. “Where are you hurting?”
I follow his lead, unsure if I’m doing this right. I’ve never kissed before. Never went all the way with a guy, either. I should be ashamed that my first kiss is with my brother, but I’m not.
“Between my legs,” I say softly, a tremble in my voice. It’s the weed that’s given me more of a backbone now. It has to be.
Jaxon nips at my lip and soothes the sting with his tongue. I moan as he flexes his fingers on my breast, squeezing it harder, like he can’t help himself.
“Where between your legs?” he says, his mouth hovering over mine. “Show me.”
I swallow hard and grab his wrist, dragging his hand down the front of my sweats. His fingers extend, and he curls them to cup my pussy. A small moan works out of me from the barest of touches. He growls and crushes his mouth to mine as he dips his middle finger between my folds and sweeps it up and down.
“Fuck, flower, you’re sopping wet,” he snarls into the kiss.
I nod and rock my hips against him, searching for the friction I need. My orgasm is right there, and he’s barely touching me. I’m the fuse and he’s the lighter. All we need is his spark for us to burn in the flames of our hunger andneedfor each other.
“Tell me what you need,” he says with a rasp. He pulls back to watch my face as he dips his finger outside my entrance, teasing me by sinking it a knuckle deep, then pulling out. “What do you want me to do?”
