The Dangerous Curves Series

Chapter 42

Jax was paralyzed, totally unable to answer. Hell, yes, he wanted her to touch him. He needed it, like he needed air. But he didn’t want to scare Sarah – no matter how much he longed to come in her hands, he couldn’t forget her inexperience.

She smiled at him. “You worried about me?”

He unstuck his throat now. “Yeah. I mean… I don’t want to push you.”

“Well.” She ran her hand down his body now, tracing the muscles of his naked chest. “What if I told you that I’ve been dreaming about touching you?”

Jax gulped as she skimmed over the front of his jeans.

“What if I said that I wanted to see you?” She unbuckled and unsnapped and unzipped, and he lifted his hips as she tugged the jeans down his muscled thighs. “What if I said that I wanted to kiss you?"

His c**k pulsed and jumped, and she saw it. He shut his eyes, praying for strength as she touched him through his boxers, running up and down his length.

“Jax?”

“Yeah?”

“Get naked. Now.”

Yes, ma’am.

He pulled down his boxer shorts and his c**k sprang out, huge and amazing. Sarah saw the tip already coated in pre-c*m and she smiled. A predatory, uniquely female smile. The smile of a woman who knows that she’s desired, and who knows full well the power she has over a man.

Jax saw the look in her eyes, and he actually groaned aloud. He’d been jerking off every morning and every night in the shower, imagining this exact scenario with her; now that it was here, he was completely certain he’d last all of eight seconds.

And that’s if I’m f*****g lucky.

Sarah reached for him. She thumbed the tip of his c**k, and felt savage satisfaction when he gave a hoarse cry and fell back on the sofa with his eyes shut. Gently, she circled the head, her fingers already slippery with his arousal, then slowly ran up and down his length. He was hot, hard. He was better than she’d imagined, so much more beautiful. She pumped him slowly, and admired his helpless response. She had to kiss him.

She moved down his body, and he opened his eyes.

“Sarah…”

“Shhh.” Her tongue stroked the crown, lapping at his salty sweetness. “I want to taste you.”

“But…”

She licked his c**k, hard and fast, and he shut up and just focused on not coming immediately. His hands moved to her head, and he wrapped his fingers in her hair, teetering on the edge already. At his touch, she opened her mouth and took him whole, and Jax gave a harsh cry of surprise.

Holy f**k, where did she learn to do that?

It was too much now, too f*****g intense. He raised his hips to her mouth, pleading for her to not stop. She took him deeper, her tongue swirling around the tip every time she drew back. When she felt his thighs shaking and heard him begging, she knew he was close. Sarah pulled back completely and held him in her hand, waited for him to look at her.

Jax raised his head, and she smiled. His green eyes were hazy as he stared at her.

“You want to come, baby?” she asked, echoing his teasing words back at him.

“Oh, God.” The sheer desperation in his voice came out as a rasp. “Yes. I want to come… I need to come.”

She lowered her mouth to his c**k, holding his eyes the whole time. She licked him, a long, slow stroke that went down his whole length. “I want you to call my name when you go over, Jax. I want you to show me that you love what I’m doing to you.”

He was so turned on, he literally couldn’t speak.

“Promise me,” she said. She rubbed her soft lips over his head. “Promise me now.”

“I promise,” he ground out. “Sarah, please. f**k, you’re killing me.”

“Good. Serves you right.”

But she took pity on him, and sucked him back into her mouth. She encircled all of him, so snug and warm, and he knew he was lost now: his stomach muscles tightened, his back arched right off the sofa, his whole body clenched with the need to let go. Then a thought came to him through the mind-bending pleasure.

Wait. f**k, wait. I can’t come in her mouth.

His fingers pressed into her scalp, and he tried to pull away. “Sarah… Sarah, I’m going to come. I can’t hold off any longer…”

She didn’t move away from him – quite the opposite, actually. She took him deeper, harder, stronger. He suddenly understood that she wasn’t going to let him go, that she wanted all of him, just like this, and that knowledge ripped his climax right out of him. He pulsed, released, came; her name was a torn plea uttered over and over again. And she stayed right with him, not letting up the pressure or pace, not until he was done.

She pulled back now, slow and sweet, holding him the whole time. He muttered a curse as she dropped a delicate kiss on his sensitive tip, then she crawled back up his body. She lay her head on his heaving chest, her fingers playing with the dark hair peppering his pecs. Jax was stunned, speechless, and all he could do was catch his breath.

“Where the f**k did you learn that?” he said when he could talk again.

She grinned up at him. “You liked it?”

“Liked it? Are you kidding me? I loved it.”

“Good.”

“But where did a nice girl pick that up? Seriously.”

She shrugged. “Nice girls can have naughty thoughts, you know.”

“That is for damn sure.” He took a deep breath. “You’re something else, doll.”

“You too.”

The oven timer went off, and they grinned at each other.

“Perfect timing, huh?” she said.

“Yeah.” Jax kissed her now, so tender and soft. “Well, it seems that we had dessert before dinner.”

She laughed. “I don’t mind… do you?”

“No way, Red. And anyway, we can have seconds in the pool after, right?”

Her p***y heated up yet again. She loved the thought of his mouth and fingers on her, in her; she adored the thought of him groaning under her touch and tongue again.

“Oh, yeah.” She ran her finger over his lower lip. “We sure as hell can, Stud.”