Jaxon

I know this is wrong. I know I owe her more than what I’m giving her. What I’m going to do to her. I know that. But I can’t stop. I want her too much. I’ve wanted her for too long and it’s done something to me. Something I might be ashamed of if I think about it too much or too long.

I know this is wrong but I can’t stop. Not with her moaning my name. Her fingers laced through my hair. Telling me she needs me as much as I need her.

Her hips come off the bed, her wet, swollen pussy grinding against my abs and I’m almost undone. The only thing that keeps me from jerking my pants down and burying myself inside her is the fact that this is her first time and I want to make it good for her. I want her to remember this. Me. Because this is the only time I’ll have her. By morning it’ll all be over and not long after that, Claire will regret she ever knew me.

So I have to go slow. Take my time.

Make it count.

Reaching down, I grip her hip. Push her flat against the bed while I lick my way down her torso. Along the soft curve of her belly. The top of her cleft. “Claire?” I brush my lips against her and she whimpers, instinctively pushing herself against my mouth, looking for more. “Has anyone ever licked your pussy before?”

I know the answer. I know I’m the only one. That no one has ever touched her before me, but there’s a fucked-up part of me that needs to hear her say it. Admit that I’m the first.

“No.” The word comes out on a ragged breath. “No one…”

I drag my tongue up the middle of her, licking deep enough to taste her and she bows up off the bed with a shattered moan. I lift my head and look up the length of her. She’s shaking, looking down at me. Eyes gone dark and cloudy.

“Do you want me to stop?” I will if she wants me to. Part of me hopes she says yes because that’s the only way either of us gets to walk away from this thing intact.

“Again.” The word sounds like its being torn from her throat, her hand reaching down to grip the back of my neck. “Please… again.”

Fuck. Yes.

Planting my hands on either side of her, I grip her thighs, holding them open so I can run my tongue up the length of her, pushing past her slick folds to lick the warm, sweet honey underneath. Again and again, licking and sucking at her tender flesh until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Jaxon…” Her hips come off the bed, grinding her pussy against my mouth. “More...”

Pushing my tongue deep, I find her clit and start to suck her off. Hard, greedy pulls until I’m drunk on the taste of her. The throbbing pulse of her clit on my tongue pushing me. Ripping away the last of my self-control.

Making room for my hand, I slide three of my fingers into her wet pussy and she moans my name, deep in her throat when I start to fuck her, opening my fingers. Stretching her pussy. Getting her ready for my cock.

“Ohhh.” The hand in my hair grips tight, her thighs breaking free of the grip I have on them to slam closed around my head. “I’m…” She starts to come again, her pussy trembling and flexing around my fingers.

Not giving her time to recover, I sit up to kneel between her thighs. “I want to fuck you, Claire.” I skim my thumb up the wet, throbbing center of her, keeping her right where I need her to be. “Tell me now if—”

“Yes.” She reaches for me, her fingers fisting in my shirt to pull me over her. “Yes, please.”

I close my mouth over hers and she parts her lips for me, her tongue sweeping into my mouth, a soft moan breaking free when she tastes herself on my tongue.

The hand on my shirt starts to pull. Up over my head and I shift just enough to get rid of it, her hands on the waistband of my pants even before it hits the floor. Clawing at the button of my jeans. Pulling it open to make room for her hands.

I tear my mouth away from hers. “Claire.” I groan her name. Finding her gaze in the dark I look at her while reaching down to close a hand over her wrists. “That’s probably not a good idea.”

“Why?” she pants up at me, her breath warm and broken on my chest.

“Because I’m so hard my ears are ringing and if you touch me, I’ll probably come all over you,” I say, telling her the truth—well, part of it, anyway. The whole truth is that I’m six-foot-seven and everything about me is built to scale. I don’t want her to get her hands on me and get scared or start to worry about how she’s going to take me in. I’m worried enough for the both of us.

“Oh.” She flashes me a smile in the dark. “Okay.” She pulls her hands free, smoothing themselves up my ridged abs. Across my pecs. The slopes of my shoulders. I lean into the pressure of her hands. The feel of her skin against mine building a humming buzz in my head, making it hard for me to think about anything except getting inside her.

Sitting up again, I reach into my pocket to pull out one of the condoms I brought with me. When I catch her watching me I grin down at her. “I told you, I believe in being prepared for all possible contingencies.”

She laughs quietly while I finish the job she started, pulling my pants down around my hips, dragging them down my legs so I can kick them off completely.

Tearing the condom open, I fit it over the head of my cock and roll it on, my hands shaking so bad I can barely get the job done.

I’m about to ask her if she’s absolutely sure when she reaches for me. “Come here,” she whispers, making a soft, satisfied sound in the back of her throat when I stretch out over the length of her, bracing myself up on my elbows so I don’t crush her.

“I’ll go slow,” I say pressing the head of my cock pressing against her entrance.

She nod up at me, eyes wide. Fingers digging into the straining muscles of my back. “I trust you, Jaxon.”

Those four words wreck me. Remind me that this is wrong. What taking her innocence will make me. What it will do to her when she realizes that I left her. I’m seconds away from bolting off the bed and out the goddamned door, wearing nothing but condom.

But then she tilts her hips under mine and the head of my cock sinks into her and she moans my name.

And just like, I’m lost.