Hard to Forget

I shudder and my nipples come to life once more at his words. He pushes into me in one hard thrust and I gasp, pushing my hips up to adjust to his length. He makes a ragged sound and reaches down, gripping my hip with one of his hands, while the other reaches up and curls around the back of my head.

Then he rides me.

Jax doesn’t ride slow, or soft, or even hard, he just rides deep. So deep I can feel him inside me, tight and hard. His body above mine is ripped and heavy, so beautifully heavy. His fingers in my hair tug as he thrusts his hips, driving into me, making my body sing. I’m smothering my screams in his shoulder, loving how his skin tastes against my tongue, and God I’m close.

“Jax,” I gasp. “Oh God.”

“Fuck. Yeah.”

He fucks me harder now, both of us nearing the end. His skin slaps against mine, my legs ache as they stretch wider around his hips, and my pussy is getting tighter and tighter as my orgasm builds. I am tipped over the edge when he arches his body, leaning down and latching onto my nipple. I come hard and long, rasping his name as my head falls back into the pillow.

“I’m going to come, fuck, baby,” Jax roars and then his body goes still inside mine and I can feel every pulse of his beautiful cock.

He flops down over me, propping his weight up on an elbow while resting his forehead against mine. I breathe him in, his scent a mixture of sweat and sex. He smells amazing.

“Tell me you’re not going to keep getting better,” I whisper. “Because I swear you’re incredible as it is, and I don’t think I can handle too much of you.”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to my nose. “I haven’t fucked you against a wall yet,” he murmurs.

I shudder.

“Or in the shower.”

My pussy clenches.

“Or in my car.”

“Okay,” I breathe. “I take it back, I totally want to know if you get better.”

He grins and rolls off, pulling me into his arms. The sun has fully set outside now, and the lights of the city shine through the window. Jax rolls us so his chest is pressed against my back and we’re both staring out the big windows. “Are you in love with it?” he says, pressing his face into the back of my neck.

“From what I’ve seen, yes. It’s incredible.”

“These lights are my favorite thing when I visit.”

“I didn’t think Jaxson Shields had favorite things.”

He chuckles. “I’m a human, baby, not a drone.”

“Okay then.” I curl my fingers in his. “What’s your favorite color?”

He snorts. “Really, out of all the questions you could ask, that’s it?”

“Okay, it was kind of lame. Give me a break, it’s my first time.”

“Try again.”

I think hard. “Okay, I have a hard one.”

“Shoot.”

“What’s your favorite item of clothing?”

He snorts then chuckles. “Really, that’s the best you can come up with?”

“Yes, it tells me a lot about you.”

“How so?”

I grin. “Well, if you say a suit I know you’re uppity, if you say boxers, I know you’re a stud muffin.”

He snorts. “Tell me you did not just call me a stud muffin.”

I giggle. “Come on, handsome. What’s your fave clothes?”

“Fine, boxers.”

I burst out laughing and I can feel his body shaking behind mine with laughter.

“All right, serious question. If you got stranded on an island and could only take three things, what would they be?”

“Easy,” he says. “You, beer and water.”

I snort. “Seriously?”

“Yeah, kitten. I could have you to make love to, beer to keep you happy and water to keep you alive.”

“There’s a loophole in your little plan.”

“Oh yeah, what’s that?”

“Beer dehydrates.”

He grunts. “Well then the water will balance it out.”

“What will we eat?”

He strokes the curve of my breast. “Bananas.”

“I’m allergic to bananas.” I laugh.

“Then you’re not going to be doing very well, are you?” He squeezes my breast softly. “What about you, kitten? What would you take?”

“Cheeseburgers, water and a flashlight.”

He laughs. “Honestly?”

“Sure, I wouldn’t be hungry, thirsty or scared of the dark.”

He grunts. “And what about your sexual needs?”

“Well, those bananas will come in handy, won’t they?”

We both burst out laughing and his arm tightens around my waist.

“Okay, okay.” I wheeze between laughter. “Serious one, for real this time. Tell me the college memory that never leaves you, we all have one.”

He stops laughing and groans. “No, it was fucking awful.”

“Come on, handsome, if you tell me yours, I’ll tell you mine.”

“That only works if there’s show-and-tell,” he grunts.

“Please,” I plead.

“Fine, I got stripped naked and my entire body was shaved. I lost a dare, I can’t even remember what, but that was the cost.”

I’m silent, then I howl with laughter. “Even your … balls?” I gasp through my chuckling.

“Yeah, I looked fucking pretty for a month, I mean, who doesn’t love a man with no eyebrows or hair?”

I giggle. “That would have been so itchy!”

“You have no idea. Every hair on my body was growing back all at once, I think the teachers thought I had crabs, I was scratching my balls so much.”

“Ch-ch-ch-charming,” I laugh and stutter at the same time.

“Come on, what’s yours?”

“The mean girls of the school put superglue on my chair, and I was wearing a skirt.”

He roars with laughter. “So your bare ass was stuck to a chair? How did you not feel the superglue?”

“I did feel it! But I was young, and cared about my reputation. I thought it was just water so I sat still, refusing to let them beat me, until I realized it was not water. It was very humiliating,” I point out. “You try having your professor massage your butt cheeks as someone tips toxic-smelling liquid on your ass to release it from the chair.”

“Your professor had to massage your ass cheeks?” he says, releasing me to clutch his stomach.

“Yes, he had to move it back little by little as the glue dissolved.”

“Did you at least give him your number after that?”

“Ha-ha,” I mutter.

He squeezes me tight. “Okay, my turn.”

“I don’t trust you, you’re probably going to ask about my first kiss.”

“Actually, your first sexual experience.”

I slap his hand. “You can’t ask that.”

“Why not?”

“It’s rude.”

He snorts. “Come on, enlighten me.”

“Will you get jealous and throw me over your shoulder and carry me off into your cave?”

He makes a grunting, caveman sound and I laugh.

“Okay, fine. I was sixteen, it was in a park, and it was horrible.”