“Rub my clit,” I beg breathlessly.
A strange expression crosses his face. He’s unsure, like he doesn’t know where my clit is.
I shove the waistband of my sweats down, and he helps me as I kick them off so I’m sitting half-naked on his lap. I grab his hand, guiding his fingers to the bundle of nerves and rolling his fingertip on it. He’s a fast learner and takes control, going at the same pace I showed him, then changing the rhythm. He watches my every expression, noting what makes me moan and jerk my hips.
“Jaxon,” I gasp when he pinches my clit and rolls it between his fingertips.
His pupils expand until there’s little brown left of his iris. I try to kiss him again, but he pulls back with a shake of his head. “I wanna watch you fall apart for me.”
My mouth drops open as he sinks a finger inside me, expertly rolling his thumb on my clit like he’s done this to me a thousand times. I arch my back and tense as my orgasm drags me away. My hips move on their own, riding his hand as he works me through the climax until I’m nothing but a puddle in his arms.
Jaxon’s control snaps and he shoves me onto my back. He spreads my legs wide and hooks them over his shoulders as he settles on his stomach.
“Take your shirt off,” he growls.
I snatch it off and throw it to the floor. My fingers burrow into his hair, pulling at the strands as he gazes at my pussy like it’s the holy grail he’s been searching for his whole life. He spreads my lips apart with two fingers, and his nostrils flare as he breathes in deep, holding it for a moment, like he doesn’t want anything else but my scent. Reluctantly, he lets out the breath and swipes his split tongue up my folds, curling and flicking it against my clit.
I bite into my fist to keep from screaming at the jolt ofpleasure that arcs from between my legs to my stomach and down to my toes. Jaxon licks me several more times, his eyes flicking up to my face, seeking my approval and guidance.
I never thought he’d be the type to submit or even be a giver, but the look of pure bliss—dark eyes clouded with desire and his mouth latched on me, eagerly lapping at me—clearly shows he longs for my approval.
I nod and spread my legs wider, my hips jumping off the bed with every flick of his split tongue on my clit. “I’m close,” I whimper. I fist his wavy black hair, holding him in place. “Fuck me with your fingers. I want to feel you stretch me.”
Jaxon shoots his hand between us, his finger teasing my weeping center before he plunges it inside me. I throw back my head, biting my bottom lip to keep quiet and avoid gaining our parents’ attention.
“Come for me,” he says huskily, then moans as my inner walls spasm around his finger. A second digit eases inside until he’s stretching me to the point of pain.
I can’t hold back the scream. Stars burst into my vision, and my ears ring as he sends me hurtling into the best climax I’ve ever had. Jaxon works me through every second of it, his tongue flicking against my sensitive clit and his fingers thrusting faster.
The climax fades, and my clit screams at me as Jaxon continues to flick his tongue over it. He pumps his fingers inside me, never slowing down. It’s like he’s searching for his own happy ending.
I yank Jaxon’s hair in protest. “Jax?—”
I jump at the knock on the bedroom door.
“Dahlia?” Mom says, and knocks again. “Are you okay?”
Jaxon squeezes his arms tighter around me, his mouth still latched onto me like he’s on a mission to send me to outer space for my next orgasm. I jerk my hips and whimper, only for him to yank me back to him.
I look toward the door with my heart in my throat and dread filling me. “I-I’m fine.”
Jaxon doesn’t move from his spot, clearly unbothered that my mom is on the other side of the door. His tongue continues lapping at my pussy, creating loud, wet sounds I’m scared she’ll hear.
“You don’t sound fine,” she says.
The doorknob turns, and I jump up, only to slam back onto the bed from Jaxon catching me. He pins me down with his hand on my stomach and locks his arm around my thigh to keep me spread open for him.
“Why is the door locked?” Mom asks.
I look down at Jaxon, begging him with my eyes to say something, but he only smirks before sticking his long tongue inside me and curling it just right. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
“Dahlia Marie, open the door right now!” Mom bangs on the wood.
I convulse as I orgasm again. My teeth grind together, and I dig my heels into Jaxon’s back as I fuck his face, pushing at the back of his head to smother him with my pussy.
The haze clears only a little, and Jaxon still eats me out, determined to make me come my goddamn soul out.
I forget Mom is outside, but then I clear my head enough to yell, “Don’t tell Jaxon I’m in his room!”
