Page 17 of Jorax (Arixxia Fields #4)

Chapter Seventeen

S yrryn

How is it that we’ve known each other for a relatively short time and yet I feel so sure about taking this next step with Jorax? He’s such a gentle giant, and he’s so freaking smart.

Maybe it’s the intensity and conviction he showed tonight, or his courage in facing something he’s put off for so long—telling that evil vampire off. Yes, vampire. Icaron fed off Jorax for long enough. For whatever reason, I have no reservations about sharing my bed and my body with Jorax tonight.

He gently sets me on my feet in the center of my bedroom. My heart pounds so hard I can hear it in my ears, but my legs don’t even tremble as I wait for his next move. In the low light streaming through the sheer curtains, his hulking green body resembles a living, breathing emerald sculpture.

“You’re so beautiful,” I breathe, and it’s the truth. At least to me he is. Desire tightens in my core as my eyes travel over his wide shoulders and the bulge tenting his pants.

“Beautiful words from the most beautiful woman in existence.” He blushes a lovely shade of emerald. “Would you be offended if I admitted that I’ve dreamed of this moment?”

“No. That doesn’t offend me.” I toss him an eager smile. I like the idea of him dreaming of me. Maybe he even stroked himself while he did it. Though I’m already slick with anticipation, my arousal spikes as I fantasize about that huge hand fondling what I imagine is his enormous member .

I’m unable to bear another moment of anticipation. “Allow me.”

His eyes darken with desire and a little bit of awe as I undo each of his shirt buttons with exaggerated slowness, my fingers skating over his heaving chest and hard abs, memorizing every dip and rise of his muscles as heat pools between my legs.

I commit each delicious inch of his chest and stomach to memory as I reveal it bit by bit. Instead of avoiding the jagged scars that crisscross his torso, I trace them.

He tries to step away, but I shake my head and put power behind my words as I say, “Let me do this, Jorax. Let me love all of you.”

“This is you.” I kiss his collarbone and nibble it softly. “And this.” I bite his earlobe, then run the tip of my tongue from the hinge of his jaw to his square chin.

Gripping his shoulder because I have a hunch he may want to bolt, I say, “And this is you,” as I layer soft kisses along one of his scars from his Adam’s apple to above his nipple.

“All of this emerald skin is stretched over the smartest.” I give his pec a smacking kiss.

“Nicest.” Another loud kiss to his other pec. “Kindest male I’ve ever known.”

All this time, I was looking at his chest. I wasn’t averting my gaze, avoiding the scars. I got close as I traced and kissed them.

“What else do you need to hear so we can put these scars behind us and you can trust that they’re the least important thing about you?”

I’m no longer focused on his chest. Now I’m spearing him with a look so forceful it could terrify a weaker male.

“Anything? Need to hear that I like the way you look?”

How can I read him so well after knowing him only a handful of weeks? He’s about to fluff it off, but then he straightens his bulky frame and says, “Yes. I wouldn’t mind hearing that again.”

He probably didn’t think he was telling a joke, but by my unrestrained laughter, you’d think he was a comedian .

“Dr. Xyron, I like what I see when I look at you. Now could you take pity on me and finally, finally tear my clothes off?”

“I’ve never…” He clears his throat, and I look up just as his cheeks flare an even deeper shade of green.

“That’s okay,” I soothe, my voice husky with arousal. “Don’t worry. I’ve danced with you. Once you let your guard down, you are a natural. I have no doubt you’ll be terrific at this, too.”

His eyes widen. “Yeah?”

“And the great thing about sex? Practice…” I undo the button on his pants, “makes,” I press his autozip and listen as it slides down, “perfect.”

I toss him a saucy smile and a nod as I wait for him to pull his pants down his tree trunk thighs.

His cock springs free, and holy shit, it’s…

definitely a cock. An alien cock. Thick and veined and pulsing—for me.

It’s perfectly proportioned to this huge alien male.

And the prettiest bead of pearly chartreuse pre-cum is tantalizing me on its tip.

“Exceeds expectations, Jorax.” I want to look at his face, read his expression, but really, who can blame me for being fixated on the huge equipment throbbing below—or should I say above—his waist? “Shall we… proceed?”

“Uh.” As if my question finally dawned on him, his cheeks blaze even greener. “Yes. Definitely proceed.” His voice is somewhere between a croak and a growl. I don’t know if there’s a name for this particular tone, but the sexy sound arrows straight to my core and makes my insides tremble.

My trill of laughter only causes his cock to bounce and swell. “No time like the present,” I purr, as I order myself not to reach out and stroke the magnificent work of art he’s been hiding underneath his trousers. This is his first time. I’ll let him set the pace.

He shakes his head, perhaps to bring his thoughts back online, then urges, almost breathlessly, “Touch me. ”

I grip him and graze the heated flesh from base to tip. He’s warm and velvety soft over thick steel, with veins like a map underneath my fingertips. I follow them upward until my hand surrounds the thick shaft under his crown.

He sucks in a gasp that’s so filled with emotion I force myself to drag my gaze to his face so I can gauge his reaction. I decide I needn’t worry about how he’s handling my explorations. By the look of pure bliss on his rough features, he’s doing fine.

In one fluid movement, he steps out of his pants and tugs me against his naked body. Heat radiates off him, branding me from chest to thigh as he lowers his lips to mine. His tongue sweeps out, teasing and twisting with mine.

Our moans harmonize as we give in to our rising passion. Eagerly, my hands explore his rigid length as they trace each pulsing vein. His hands slide down my back to grip my backside, pulling my hips hard against him.

I can feel his erection kicking against my belly. Breaking the kiss, I look down between us, taking in the sight of his impressive girth.

“I want to taste you,” I murmur. He gasps in shock, but before he can respond, I sink to my knees between his feet.

Up close, his cock is even more magnificent. The crown is a deep emerald and beaded with pre-cum. Leaning in, I run my tongue from root to tip, collecting the salty droplet. Jorax shudders, a rumbling groan spilling from his lips.

I take just the head into my mouth, suckling gently as I swirl my tongue over and around it.

My fingers continue stroking up and down his rigid length, keeping tempo with my lips and tongue.

With each caress, his hips rock in time.

A low growl escapes him, vibrating through the room and straight to my core.

I want him. Desperately. I’m dripping wet for him, my heart beating out a rhythm of need.

His fingers slide through my hair. The gesture is tender, tethering us both even more tightly together .

As much as I want to continue sucking him, giving him more pleasure—the gods above know he deserves so much—I need release. Reluctantly, I slide off his length and look up at him. My cheeks are on fire as I ask, “Are you ready to slide into me?”

His gaze is filled with heated need, and although I expected his immediate consent, he shakes his head.

“I want to taste you, Syrryn. Learn your secret places. Adore you with my mouth and tongue.”

Adore me? Warmth explodes in my pelvis with those words. How long have I yearned to be precious to someone? It’s in his eyes, in his words, in every touch.

All he needs is my slightest nod before he reaches down, lifts me, and sets me on my feet.

As slowly as I undressed him, carefully unwrapping him like an early birthday present, is the opposite of how he undresses me.

His thick fingers waste no time hitting the autozip of my sparkling princess dress and although he’s never gotten this far with a woman before, he managed to remove my bra and panties as though it was a timed event.

It’s only when I’m naked that he slows, then stops, then steps back and allows himself a look at me. His low moan of appreciation is punctuated by trembling hands as he looks me up and down and up again.

“So beautiful,” he breathes. “Syrryn, you're shockingly beautiful. You take my breath away.”

His naked admiration makes me suddenly shy, shifting the mood until he steps forward and yanks me into an embrace. He lifts me, his hands securely under my armpits as I straddle his waist, somehow tucked against him with his cock riding my drenched slit.

“You’re going to tutor me, Syrryn. I’ll be your only pupil for the rest of your lifetime as you begin an endless series of lessons, teaching me how to make you squeal in pleasure, pant until your mouth is dry, and come until your muscles are spent. ”

I don’t know where my shy Jorax disappeared to, but I love this new replacement. Except the time for words is over. “Show me,” I say to urge him into action.

He gently tosses me onto the mattress, grips my ankles and yanks them open wide, and then nudges his knees between my thighs.

“Don’t hesitate to give me pointers,” he says as his long, thick tongue spears into me in one eager thrust.

This may be his first time with a woman, but he’s either studied, or he has damn good instincts. Even his pleasured moans tingle as they hit me in all the right places.

After a swift moment of too much pressure directly on my clit, and an instant redirection of his thick finger, he manages to build my arousal with a deft touch. Lips, fingers, sucking, flicking, he masters my body as though he was born for this one task.

All I can do is burrow my fingers through his coarse hair, spread my thighs wider, and let him know by my sighs and moans and whispered encouragement how much I’m enjoying his ministrations.

When he slides a thick finger inside me, I hiss in pleasure and coo his praises until a second digit joins the first.

“Yes,” is all he needs to hear before he strikes up a slow, deliberate rhythm that causes my eyes to roll into the back of my head as I press my hips closer to him, stopping only when I worry I’ll suffocate him.

“Oh!” It’s all I’m capable of saying—one word, two letters.

His lovemaking is perfect, until it’s not, until I need more. Somehow he intuits my needs and speeds up, then pounds harder as his tongue kicks into overdrive, flicking my clit so fast I know I won’t last another minute.

My orgasm hits me like a tsunami, like a force of nature crashing to shore. My muscles tighten in pure pleasure as my mind spirals to that nowhere place outside of the bounds of space and time and physics.

I’m alone, dancing among the stars until I remember my fingers are tethered to Jorax as he eases me through another round of clenching spasms until I fall back to reality, on my bed with a huge, hulking brilliant male naked between my legs.

He’s slowed his attentions, but is still nursing my blissed-out body through my aftershocks. Although I want to tease him, accuse him of lying about being a virgin because, let’s face it, no one has played my body that well before—I don’t.

Instead, I nudge him to join me, splayed the wrong way across my bed, until our faces are even with each other.

“Did you say something about an endless series of lessons, doctor? Another day or two of that and you’ll be qualified to teach. You’ll be able to add professor to your long line of accomplishments.”

I press my palm to his face, the face that bears his pain as clearly as a roadmap shows direction. It’s now so dear to me I could live for a hundred more years and never tire of gazing at it.

“Mmm.” He nuzzles my neck.

I’m getting to know him well. He’s embarrassed by my praise.

A picture flashes through my mind of us years from now.

His face will have laugh lines from smiling all the time and he’ll eagerly accept my praises as they easily wash over him.

Just a little time with me and the past will be a foggy memory.

“Now, about your little problem,” I say as my hand wanders between our bodies, unerringly finding his mammoth erection. “I have just what the doctor ordered.”

“Really? What’s that?”

“A game called hide the—”

He smothers the last word with a kiss so full of heat and passion it gets me ready for the main event.