Chapter 21

Jax

“Jax,” Holly moaned.

Her eyes were closed, and she was holding on to my wrists for dear life as I buried my cock deep inside her. Her nails pinched my skin, but I didn’t give a damn. In fact, I liked how hard she was clinging to me.

I held myself inside her, forcing her to take all of me. Her eyes fluttered open as another moan escaped her. She lifted her legs in the air for me, encouraging me to press deeper, farther, until there was no more of me left. Somehow, her grip on me tightened even more.

Her pussy was pulsing around my cock, practically begging me to fuck her harder. But I stayed still, teasing her with soft kisses along the tops of her breasts and across her chest. I nibbled her neck and her ears and then kissed her deeply, still tasting the lingering coconut on her tongue from the cocktails at the bar.

“Please,” she whispered into my mouth as her grip on my wrists loosened, and she traced my veins from my forearms all the way up to my shoulders. She ran her fingers up the back of my neck and into my hair. She crushed her mouth against mine like the aggression of the kiss could convince me to give her what she wanted.

I liked making her wait. I liked the way she looked at me, eyebrows drawn together, lips parted as she tried to catch her breath.

“Not yet, baby,” I managed through gritted teeth. Not blowing my load right away was a struggle with Holly. She was way too sexy, way too wet, and my body was aching for the release. “Not yet.”

She groaned. It was a frustrated, uncontrolled sound, and it was almost enough for me to give her what she so desperately wanted. But I knew if I waited just a little longer, it would be worth it.

Holly began rolling her hips as she pulled me closer to her for more kisses. She bit my bottom lip and slipped her tongue between my teeth. Her hips grinding beneath mine had me gripping the edges of the countertop she lay on.

Knowing I couldn’t hold out any longer, I pulled out and plunged myself back into her over and over. Her juices coated my cock when she came, and she was reduced to a quivering puddle under me.

I wanted to take her somewhere more comfortable.

I wrapped my hands around her lower back and lifted her from the counter with my cock still in her pussy. I carried her that way up the stairs to my bedroom. I walked her to the bed and laid her down. Kneeling between her legs, I grabbed her ankles to spread her wide.

She ran her hand down my stomach as I fucked her. When she reached my lower stomach, she let her hand fall to her pussy and began rubbing her clit. The sight of her touching herself had me seeing stars.

I slowed down and released her ankles, letting her legs fall to my sides. I reached for the clasp of her bra between her breasts and flicked it apart. It popped open, exposing her full, perky breasts, and descended upon them ravenously.

Holly’s hands were in my hair again as I worshipped her breasts with my lips.

When I had my fill, we came apart, and I flipped her over. She got to her knees, but I put a hand in the small of her back and pushed her back down on the mattress. Holly looked over her shoulder at me and wiggled her ass.

I slapped it, and she let out a surprised but delighted yelp and lifted her ass off the bed.

She was such a good girl, but she liked it rough.

I ran my cock up and down her wet pussy, and she held herself in the air for me. She reached back and spread herself open with a hand on either ass cheek.

She was a wonderful sight.

I dipped a finger inside her pussy and one in her ass. She sighed and pressed her forehead to the bed as I banged her, and right when she was about to come again, I replaced my finger in her pussy with my cock.

“Oh my god,” she whimpered, her voice muffled by the blanket.

When she came again, she could barely keep her ass in the air, so I leaned over her, forcing her to lie flat beneath me as I plunged in and out of her. Holly was a breathless vixen, and her sighs pulled me to the brink of my climax.

I froze, her pussy clenching around my shaft. I wasn’t done with her yet.

She peered up at me out of the corner of her eye, and I kissed her shoulder blade and then her neck. I traced my free hand up her spine to settle at the base of her neck. I massaged her gently and began slowly fucking her. Her eyes closed and she craned her head back to the ceiling. I gathered her hair in my fist and held her in place as I quickened my thrusts.

Her ass jiggled every time my thighs smacked into her. Her breaths were ragged and short now, and her eyes were closed as I held her in place and buried my cock in her over and over until we both succumbed to our orgasms.

Holly’s hair tumbled over her shoulders and in front of her face when I released it, and she pressed her hands to her face.

“Holy shit,” she breathed. Her voice was hoarse from screaming.

I smacked her ass again as I pulled out, and she giggled when I collapsed beside her and rested my hand on my stomach. “I’d say.”

Holly laid her cheek on the bed and peered up at me out of the corner of the eye that wasn’t hidden by blankets. “Maybe skipping dinner wasn’t the best idea we’ve ever had.”

I chuckled and rested a hand on her thigh. Her skin was silky soft, and I couldn’t keep my hand still. I needed to feel her, even when she lifted that leg and hooked it over mine. “You’re hungry?”

Holly nodded and stifled a yawn. “Starved.”

I twisted around to peer at the clock on my nightstand. It was only ten o’clock. “You want to run out and get something? There should still be plenty of places open to choose from.”

Holly propped herself up and rested her chin on her knuckles. Her tongue darted out to lick her bottom lips. “You know, I don’t need anything fancy. I’d kill for a real greasy pizza and a can of soda. Just you and me.”

That sounded like paradise.

My stomach growled, selling me out, and Holly patted my chest. “Come on, big boy. Let’s order. Let me guess, you’re a meat lovers kind of guy?”

I arched an eyebrow. “We both know you’re a meat lover’s kind of gal.”

She popped me in the chest as she got to her knees on the bed and gathered her hair into a ponytail. I couldn’t help myself as I admired her tits, lean stomach, and pale, silvery tiger stripes along her lower belly.

“I am a meat lovers fan,” Holly chimed, noticing me staring at her body. She squeezed her boobs together playfully and bit her bottom lip.

“Fuck, woman, cut that shit out. I’m going to lose my damn mind.”

I sat up as Holly hopped off the bed and went to my dresser. She paused to look back at me. “Can I borrow a shirt?”

“Yeah. Top right drawer.”

Holly dressed in one of my navy T-shirts, which hung around the middle of her thighs. She looked hot as sin in it, and I made sure she knew I thought so as I passed her. I grabbed her ass, spun her around, and set her on the dresser while I grabbed sweats and a shirt for myself.

When I was dressed, I stepped between her legs and kissed the very tip of her nose. “After we eat, you’d better be ready for some more of that.”

“You’d better order then. I’m bad at waiting.”

I chuckled deeply and ordered the pizza as Holly slipped into the washroom. I gave her some privacy and waited for her in my living with two glasses of water. When Holly joined me, she drank thankfully, downing the entire glass in a less than thirty seconds. Her stomach rumbling had me feeling guilty that I hadn’t taken her to dinner first.

When the doorbell chimed, I got up from the sofa and paid the delivery guy. I brought the box of cheesy goodness back to the living room, where Holly was waiting for me with her legs neatly crossed underneath herself. I set the pizza down and flipped the lid open as I found myself wishing my shirt was a bit shorter on her.

We set to work on the pizza, both of us burning our mouths and cursing ourselves for being impatient. Our hunger seemed to win out because we did it a couple more times before we were able to enjoy our meal without scalding our tongues.

Holly licked grease from her thumb and nestled comfortably into the corner of the sofa. She stifled a yawn as I packed up the rest of the pizza and got comfortable beside her.

“Tired?” I asked, tilting my head.

She shrugged and indulged in a short stretch. She cracked her spine as she lifted arms over her head. At the same time, the hemline of the T-shirt she wore crept upward, flashing me a brief view of her perfect, shaved pussy. I resisted the urge to lick my lips. If my woman needed rest, then rest was what she would have.

“I’m okay,” she said contently. “I don’t want to waste any alone time I have with you.”

“And sleeping together would be wasting that time?”

“I guess not,” she admitted. “But I like this.”

“Me too.”

We chatted well into the early morning hours until Holly could barely keep her eyes open. Around four o’clock, I gathered her up into my arms and carried her upstairs to the bedroom. I tucked her under the blankets and slid in beside her, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her into me.

She fit perfectly.

The scent of her shampoo flooded my nose as I tucked my chin into the groove of her shoulder. I listened to her deep, even breaths as she grew more and more relaxed.

“I thought you were going to show me a wild time again before bed.” Her voice was the softest whisper.

I nuzzled my cheek against hers. “Hush. There’s always more time for that. You need to sleep.”

She sighed softly and shimmied her hips back to mine, pressing the curve of her ass into my groin. “There’s nothing I could do to change your mind?”

I planted a few soft kisses on her neck. “No, baby girl. Get some sleep.”

Holly mumbled a quiet “good night” and, within a couple of minutes, was fast asleep in my arms.

Which felt fucking amazing.

This moment, right here, was the most intimate I had ever been with a woman, and I was overcome with peace as I breathed in the smell of her. It didn’t get any better than this.

And when it got this good, it usually meant things were about to take a bad turn.