Page 44 of Jealous God
I suctioned my lips over her throat, sucking hard.
She squealed. “Jax, stop. You’re going to leave a mark.”
I came off with a wet pop, grinning down at her. Leaving a mark was exactly my plan. I hadn’t given someone a hickey since high school, but I wanted the world to see she had a man. If I’d had a marker on me, I would have signed my name on her skin. “You been noticing the others' nakedness?”
She giggled. “Louis’ lily white ass was hard to miss.” Lowering her voice, her eyes got all hooded and sexy. It was the look I loved on her face. The kind of look that promised mind blowing good sex was in my immediate future. “But you… Now you I could look at all day.”
“Good.” I lowered my voice, even though I didn’t need to. No one was paying us any attention. They were all too busy acting like total fools to worry about us. “Keep your eyes on me, then.” Leaning down, I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and tugged lightly. Her eyes widened in question, but she didn’t ask what I was about to do. Maybe she already knew. At the very least, she could probably hazard a guess.
I teased her lip with my teeth whilst I teased her pussy with the head of my cock, back and forth, over and over again, until she was practically panting.
Her eyelids fluttered.
“Eyes open and on me, Elodie.”
She did what I asked. And it was all the encouragement I needed. I sank into her, bending my knees to find the right angle.
“Don’t look away.” I slid in and out of her, pounding into her, fucking her with a desperation that was surprising. From the surface, no one could really see what was happening. But we were making little waves that spread out in every direction, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before someone noticed those waves. Forcing myself to slow, I kept a steady pace. I didn’t care if they knew what we were doing, but I didn’t want them to actually see. The bliss on Elodie’s face was for me and me alone.
“Jax.” The slow rhythmic way I was fucking her was doing the job, I could feel her clench around me. Her orgasm was approaching much faster than I had expected.
“That’s it, baby, cum for me.” Again, I caught her lips, and my tongue invaded her mouth to tangle with hers. I swallowed down her breathy little moans.
Further out in the ocean, someone started laughing. Great big belly laughs.
Twisting in my arms, Elodie tried to see who was laughing.
“Eyes only on me, love. No one else matters here but me and you.” I kissed her again. “You coming on my dick is all that matters.” To drive home my point, I tweaked at her nipple.
“You think they know?” she moaned between panting breaths as I continued to move.
I knew she was worried, embarrassed even, but I didn’t care anymore. All I could think of was taking her to the edge and forcing her over it. Only then could I really let go.
Sharp little nails dug into my shoulders, biting into my skin. They pinched so hard that they would leave bloody little crescents for all to see, and I was ok with that. If Elodie wanted to brand me as hers, then that was fine. She threw back her head, and her back arched. It was only my hand fisting her hair and bringing her lips back to mine that stopped the whole beach from knowing that I had made her cum.
“Fuck.” She finally relaxed in my arms, her cheeks flushed even in the relative darkness. Slipping from her body, I ran my hands between her legs. She was quivering.
“You didn’t…” Elodie reached for me.
I caught her wrist easily, shaking my head. “Plenty of time for me after, babes.”
“After?” She raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow.
“After I make you cum again. And then again and again.”
* * *
It had never beenan unruly party to begin with. But then Elodie wasn’t an unruly woman. She was calm and solid. A bloody island in the storm of my life. I had thought she was boring when we had been first introduced. A killjoy. But she wasn’t any of those things. She had fun, probably more fun than I did. Just in a different way. She threw herself into the things she loved with both feet. She didn’t need booze, or drugs, or any of the other mind-numbing things I used to enjoy myself. No, Elodie was one hundred percent present in everything she did.
She was totally present as she lay half underneath me on the beach, with a picnic blanket pulled up around us. It wasn’t cold, but I didn’t want anyone to see how my hands were roaming up and down her body. The party was winding down. There were still people around singing quietly, laughing and joking, but it was muted now. A mellow vibe had swept over the beach. A calm easy going chill like a calm before the storm. I didn’t want the moment to end. That was the truth of it. I never wanted that moment, with the waves crashing on to the shore and the stars twinkling overhead, to end. I never wanted to loosen my grip on Elodie’s hip.
My fingers squeezed lightly. Just enough pressure for her lips to fall open.
“You seem lost in thought?”
Elodie’s fingers came up, slightly gritty from the sand to smooth down my face. It was a simple caress, but it sparked something in me. Not just because that was always there when she was around. No, this was something deeper.
Was this what love felt like?
