Page 30 of Jealous God
Elodie
It was almost too much, almost. The pleasure of Jax’s mouth assaulting me bordered on unbearable. I seemed to have no control over my legs which were clamped around his head, shaking uncontrollably. Any other man might have been put off by the almost violent way I was reacting, but not Jax. Jax was taking it all in his stride. It was like he fed off it. Every time my body came off the mattress, he redoubled his assault. Teasing, probing, licking me into a quivering mess. But never quite letting me reach the pinnacle.
I so desperately wanted to go over that particular edge.
“Jax!” Throwing my head back, I screamed his name. I was so close, so damn close that it was driving me insane that I couldn’t reach my final destination. It had absolutely nothing to do with the skill of Jax’s tongue, either. He was doing it on purpose, teasing me to explode before stopping, calming me down slightly, only to do it again.
He was just as infuriating in bed as he was out of it.
“Jax, please.” I wiggled against his lips. “Please stop teasing me.”
“Teasing you?” He came off my aching flesh wetly, licking a long line up my leg. “Elodie, I haven’t even started teasing you yet,” he chuckled. “Are you telling me you can’t handle it?”
I bristled, even though I knew he was joking. Everything was a goddamn joke to Jax.
“Don’t get angry.” His wet, skilled tongue lapped at my clit. I moaned softly, not because of the pleasure it erupted in me, but because of how he looked as he climbed up my body. All taut muscles and barely contained masculine energy. He came to a pause, hovering over me. His chest barely skimmed against my diamond hard nipples. And just the feel of all that manly skin against mine was almost enough to make me go off. I whimpered and thrust my breasts up. “We have all night, Elodie. No rush...”
His words were quickly followed by his lips. Slipping over mine again. I kissed him back, letting him ease me back to the bed for what seemed like the hundredth time already. Where had all the fumbling hands and passion gone? Where was the Jax so overcome with lust that he couldn’t even wait to get me into bed before he got inside of me? This was nice, sure. Hell, it was always nice to have a man worship you like he was with me, but I needed the heat between us. That way, I couldn’t start thinking about what a bad idea this was.
“Don’t you dare,” he growled into my mouth. And I started in surprise, confused for a second about what he was talking about. “Don’t you dare start looking at me like that, pulling away from me.” He shifted his weight, settling himself onto his side so he could let his hands drift back over my body. It reacted to his touch like he knew it would.
“I don’t. I wasn’t—”
“Yeah, you were, Elodie. You were thinking too hard about what we’re doing right now.” Over and over again, his lips brushed against mine.
I laughed against them. “Am I not allowed to think?” There was a note of anger in my voice that I hated. Why did it always end up in a fight with us? Even when we were naked in bed together, we butted heads.
“No, Elodie, you aren’t.” He gripped my left breast in his hand, squeezing sharply before kneading the sharp stinging pain away with his hand. “Not when you are in my bed, not when my hands are on your body.” As if to prove his point, his hand dropped lower, cupping my mound with delicious friction. “There should be nothing on your mind but me and how I make you feel.”
How he made me feel? The trouble with that was I wasn’t even sure myself how I felt about it. He drove me insane most of the time. Hell, I wasn’t even sure I liked him, and yet I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about him, from imagining all the things he was now doing to my body.
“Like I want to strangle you,” I managed to say around another moan.
His laughter drowned it out. A low chuckle that did strange things to my body. “Yeah, that too, but also this...” One more kiss, and this time his tongue snaked into my mouth, hot and insistent. I couldn’t help myself. I melted against him. Because, damn, the boy could kiss. Without warning, he shifted our weight, flipping me over so my cheek was pressed against the pillow. He lifted my ass up into the air, and the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open was loud in the sudden quiet.
I didn’t even have the chance to wonder where he had got a condom from before he was nudging at my entrance. His ringed hand, tangled in my hair, drew my head back sharply and he sank into my body with one long, fluid stroke. I screamed, finally coming apart under him. Only this time there was no chuckle of triumph like I expected. Jax didn’t preen with the knowledge that he had finally made me come.
He just fucked me from behind, slamming me headfirst towards the next orgasm.
* * *
“What are you doing?”Pushing my sweaty hair away from my face, I watched from beneath hooded eyes as Jax appeared in the bathroom doorway. I half expected him to be at least wearing a towel. After all, he had showered, but he apparently hadn’t thought it was necessary because he stood there as naked as the day he was born, leaning on the door frame with a cocky grin on his face. He knew he looked good naked, just like he knew I wouldn’t be able to resist. And he was right about that. My mouth watered at the sight of him.
Pushing myself up from the pillows, I clutched the sheets to my breasts. He might be ok with being naked around me now, but I wasn’t. Now that we weren’t being intimate, I couldn’t think of anything worse than having him ogle me. Especially when he was wearing that self-satisfied smile on his face.
Jax raised one dark eyebrow in question. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
I stuttered, stammering over my words before falling silent for a second and chewing on my bottom lip. Finally, I lifted my eyes to his.
“You could have gotten dressed in the bathroom and...”
“Why would I get dressed, Elodie? I don’t sleep in my clothes.”
Words failed me for the second time in a few short seconds as I studied him. Surely he couldn’t mean he planned on sleeping with me? It didn’t make any sense. Jax had been pretty clear in the past that he was a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of man. And I hadn’t in a million years thought us hooking up would be any different. Yet there he was: naked and climbing back into my bed.
“You want us to snuggle?” I couldn’t keep the surprise out of my voice as he slipped under the sheets with me. He didn’t answer; he didn’t really need to. His hands reached to pull me down next to him. I remained sitting upright, rigid under his arms. None of this made any sense.
He sighed. “I don’t know. Isn’t that what girls want to do after?” He shrugged his wide shoulders. Catching my look, he shrugged again. “We don’t need to snuggle, Elodie, I don’t even have to touch you, but I am tired and...”
