Page 9 of Holly Jolly July

time, Jax squeezes them together and laps at my ample cleavage with his tongue.

He releases my bra clasp in one fluid action, spilling my breasts from their cups. Any relief I get from being braless is

immediately reversed by him pinching and twisting my nipples. I gasp at the pain, but lean into it, taking a fistful of hair

at the base of his neck and pulling to bring his mouth back to mine.

Jax lifts me again and carries me to the bedroom, where he lays me on the bed and presses against me, grinding his erection

in the exact place to send a zing up my spine and make me whimper into his mouth.

“Pants. Off,” I order.

He chuckles, the dark rumble resonating against my throat as he kisses his way down my body, pausing to suck my breasts, and then continuing farther to my belly. “Yours first.”

He unbuttons my ripped black jeans and tugs them down, followed by my socks, one at a time. He grips my foot and kisses the

length of my calf, then bites the inside of my thigh. I arch my back and grip the bedding as he moves farther up until his

mouth is firmly pressed against my centre.

He teases me through the silk of my underwear and I grip his head, pressing him harder, greedy for more of his touch. Finally,

he parts the cloth to the side and licks one long, languid stroke, sending a shock wave rippling through my body. I shudder

and moan quietly, squeezing my eyes together. Spurred on by my sounds, Jax lifts my legs over his shoulders and continues

licking and pressing, intently focused on the task at hand.

“More,” I manage to say, already seeing stars, feeling that tight wave of coiled energy at the base of my core aching to break

free.

Jax responds exactly as I want him to, by sliding two fingers deep inside me. He curls them up and strokes in expert, practised

motions while his tongue sets into a rhythm of circles around my clit. The heat builds and my body coils tighter and tighter

while he brings me close, so close... until finally everything happens at once. My body clenches and I cry out as I release

into a long throbbing wave that Jax leans into, accentuating and drawing it out further, longer, until finally I can’t take

any more, pushing him away and rolling onto my side, shuddering in the aftershocks.

There’s a soft kiss to my ear, and then a playful bite on my earlobe. “I’m not done with you yet,” he growls.

I hum in response, still warm and tingling from the afterglow of my orgasm.

I turn onto my back and look at him, meeting his hungry gaze.

Fuck he looks hot, with his shoulder-length hair all messy and framing his face.

His lips are full and pink from our aggressive make-out session, his beard shiny from licking me, and there’s a bright pink scratch mark down his left arm that probably match a few more on his back.

“I promised hair pulling and choking.” He stands up and begins unbuckling his belt. “And I don’t break promises.”

His words bring a new flush of heat and warmth to my body as I lie languidly and watch him undress. If could go back in time

and tell teenage me I’d be here right now, she wouldn’t believe me.

I admire Jax’s muscled and tattooed body openly, my gaze lingering on his broad shoulders and defined pectorals, protruding

abdominal muscles, and a coveted V shape pointing down to his cock, pressing against the black fabric of his boxers. After

kicking his jeans away, he rubs his hand over his length, still concealed by his underwear, and the impressive member flexes.

“You tease.” I roll my eyes, but I like the show. I sit up on the bed and run both hands up his thighs, moving toward his

cock, then avoid it entirely and run my fingernails up his abs.

He shivers, then looks down at me while biting his lip. “Now who’s the tease?”

I grin, running my nails back down until I meet the waistband of his boxers. Pulling them down inch by inch, I look up from

an Aries symbol at his groin, to an ink-splattered mandala on his abdomen, to a fractal geometric design on his chest, to

his face. I watch as his eyes widen and his jaw ticks in anticipation while my hands graze him.

Finally, I release his cock. It springs free, a sizable length and girth, tapping me on the cheek. I kiss the base of it,

then lick long and slow up to the tip. He gasps at the contact. I tease again, licking from base to tip, then swirling my

tongue around, coaxing a bead of moisture from him.

One of his hands grips my hair at the base of my neck and tugs, like I’d done to him earlier, and a thrilling tingle arches down my back in response.

His other hand strokes my cheek, his fingers a light caress, juxtaposing the sensation of my hair being pulled.

He tilts my jaw up until I’m meeting his gaze with his cock pressed against my face.

“So pretty,” he mumbles.

The praise I’d yearned for as a teen is made all the more potent now, sending an intense rush of heat between my thighs.

Without taking my eyes off his, I bring him into my mouth as deep as I can. He groans, his eyes closing momentarily before

he forces them back open to watch. He continues gripping and pulling my hair but gives me freedom to suck him how I want,

not forcing me any deeper than I’m comfortable with. I continue moving up and down his length, relishing the short breaths,

the gasps, the groans when I press him against the back of my throat.

He pulls out suddenly, then grabs me and flips me over on the bed. I’ve never been light or small, so the ease with which

he can manhandle me is thrilling.

“On your knees,” he orders. I comply immediately, kneeling on the bed with my feet dangling over the edge. He opens a drawer

behind me, closes it, there’s a sound of a foil wrapper, a pause, and then his hands are on me again. His fingers curl around

my underwear and slide them down my thighs, and I lift one knee at a time so he can slip them off.

“Damn. Look at you,” he says more to himself than to me. “I’ve been missing out on this all these years?” One hand grabs my hip while the other rubs a slow circle over my ass, then pulls away momentarily to deliver

a sharp smack. I gasp, tossing my head.

Then, like he promised, one firm hand encircles my throat while the other rubs his cock around my entrance. He leans over,

his chest pressing against my back, until his lips meet my ear. “Tell me you want it,” he demands.

I push my hips back against him and he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

I relish this power—though he’s bigger and stronger, he literally has a hand wrapped around my throat and his cock exactly right there , yet I hold the key to his release, and he won’t take it unless I give express permission. I drag it out a moment longer,

moving my hips against him, torturing us both.

Finally, I can’t take anymore. I lick my lips and hum against the sensation of his fingers wrapped around my throat. “I want

you to fuck me.”

His hand tightens for a quick squeeze, making me gasp. “Manners.”

I’m so wet and aching for him at this point, but him forcing me to wait just makes it hotter. I arch my hips one more time,

and then reply, “Fuck me, please. ”

The words have barely left my lips before he thrusts inside me. I cry out in pleasure, in pain, at the sudden movement. He

keeps one hand around my throat but lifts his chest off me, his other hand squeezing my hip as he thrusts in quick, harsh

strokes. I get closer and closer as I listen to him approach his end. We keep this pace up—for how long I don’t know—the sounds

of him slapping against me, of my moans, of his stifled grunts, filling the room. When his movements get jerkier, I know it’s

time. I reach between my legs and rub myself, which is all I need to come again, clenching around his cock as another wave

hits my body. He comes with me, groaning, his final thrusts a frenzied race until he finally stills. His hands release me,

and he steps away, letting me collapse onto the bed in a heap.

I flip to my back, my skin flushed and tingling. Jax takes a moment to clean up, then flops down on the bed next to me with

one arm over his head like he’s some sort of swimsuit model. And honestly, with that body, he could be.

We look to each other at the same time then share a giddy laugh.

“Sounds like you had a good time,” he says with a cocky grin. “I bet you didn’t expect multiple orgasms when you came into

the bar today.”

I give him an exaggerated eye roll and a playful elbow to his ribs. “I didn’t expect to run into you at all. And I come at least three times when I’m on a solo mission, so slow your roll there, cowboy.”

Jax chuckles and pokes me back. “Guess I’ll have to make up for lost time—and try to beat your record.”

On one hand, I’m glad he’s already thinking about round two. I didn’t see anything going past tonight... but with a body

like his and a performance like that, I’m considering it.

On the other hand, I’m slightly annoyed. When did a woman’s pleasure become about men’s own sexual capabilities? Like our

bodies are some game to master, stroking their egos as much as their cocks.

“I should get going. My parents are probably wondering where I am.”

“Or,” he says, trailing a finger down my arm. “You could text them to let them know you won’t be there tonight. We could order

a pizza, watch some trash TV, go for round two, maybe have a quickie in the morning, and then you can shower here and I’ll

drive you back to your car?”

I grin, turning onto my side and propping myself up on an elbow. I regard Jax in all of his sexiness as I mull his enticing

plan over in my head. It’s incredibly validating to have Jax yearning for me. I’ve come so far from where I was in high school,

no longer pretending to be someone I’m not just to fit in. This version of me is authentic, real, and true—and I’ve attracted

the very person I once thought was out of reach.

Leaning in, I plant a slow kiss on his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

Maybe these next two weeks won’t be so bad.