Page 15 of Only for Tonight (Only For #1)

He pulls his finger out of me and I watch him bring it to his mouth as he sticks it between his lips and licks it clean.

I sit up beside him, pushing him on his back.

“Every single day,” I admit to him, his eyes going big as I move in between his legs, pulling up his shirt and kissing his stomach.

“I had to buy more batteries,” I tell him.

“Would fuck myself in my bed”—I move the shirt up, my tongue trailing the whole way—“thinking of you.” I move up, sliding my tongue into his mouth, tasting me on him.

“Tried to fuck myself as hard as you fucked me but—” I move as he sits up and I reach to the side, pulling his T-shirt over his head.

He pulls me to him, taking a nipple into his mouth.

My hand goes to the back of his head as he moves from one to the other as I slowly move him to his back.

I move my lips from his, down his throat and to the middle of his chest. My eyes land on the script in the middle of his chest that says “Envy is my strength.” It sits across his chest, right under two praying hands surrounded by two roses.

I kiss the middle of his chest. His hand goes to my hair as I make my way down to his cock.

“Would fuck myself thinking of this.” I lower the elastic of his boxers and his cock springs free.

“Taking your cock into my mouth.” I lick from the base of his cock all the way up, before sucking the head into my mouth.

“Imagining you fucking my face.” I move back down his shaft before pulling his boxers off of him and tossing them to the side.

I grip his cock in my hand and moan, “So thick.” My fingers don’t touch as I lick the precum off his head.

“Hmm,” I moan again as I take him to the back of my throat.

He moves his hand into my hair, pushing it to the side so he can watch me take his cock.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages as I take him deep into my mouth and his hips thrust up softly.

“Get your throat ready for me.” I move my hand up and down his shaft.

“I want to touch the back of your throat,” he states, pushing himself even deeper than I’ve ever taken him.

There is no way I can take his whole cock in my mouth.

He pushes it until I gag a little. “Watching you gag on my cock is the best thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

” I look up and see his head off the pillow as he watches.

“You want me to come down that throat?” he asks me and I nod.

“Paint your mouth with my cum?” I nod my head even faster.

“It’ll have to wait,” he says and he’s sitting up in a split second, his cock gone from my mouth.

With his hands under my arms and I’m flipped to my back.

His hand moves to my panties as I hear them rip off me.

“Oops, my bad,” he deadpans, the lace in his hands as he tosses them to the side and his mouth is on me.

The wetness of his tongue slides into me.

“Owe you a pair.” He positions himself on his knees.

His cock, still wet from my mouth, is in his hand as he fists it.

“Hurry”—I move my legs back, opening myself up to him—“and fuck me.”

“Protection?” he questions and I snort.

“I’m already knocked up with your child.” He smirks. “I’ve never had sex without one.”

“Same,” he shares and I roll my eyes. “I’m not kidding with you, Ariella.” His voice is stern. “I’ve never had unprotected sex in my life.”

The declaration shocks me to my core, just another thing that I know we have to talk about.

Everything with us feels like it’s being rushed, but I’ve missed him more than I knew I did, and after everything that went down with his ex, I need him.

“Well, it’ll be a first for both of us. Now, can we get on with it? ”

“My baby is needy,” he teases and all I can do is nod my head.

My legs go to his hips as he moves his cock up and down my slit.

“Watch me feed your pussy my cock,” he urges and it’s like I’m transfixed on it.

He slides the head of his cock into me and I think both of us stop breathing.

“Fuck,” he groans, giving me more and I feel him stretch me and I have to close my eyes, it’s so fucking good.

“I thought fucking you before felt like heaven.” He moves his cock deeper into me.

“I was wrong.” He wants to go slow but his hips thrust into me, closing the distance, the sound of our skin slapping together fills the room.

“This”—he pulls out and then slams back into me—“is fucking heaven.”

“I need more,” I tell him.

“Tell me what you need,” he urges as he fucks me harder and harder. My hand moves up over my head toward the headboard.

“It’s so…” I try to find the words. “I don’t know why it’s so…

” My nipples tighten and I move one hand to play with my nipple.

“You’re so deep,” I tell him and he doesn’t stop.

He puts his hands beside me as he slams into me over and over again.

“I’m going to—” I can’t say anything else because his tongue is in my mouth as I come on his cock.

Locking my ankles at his back, my nails dig into his ass cheeks.

“I need one more,” he hisses out, “so hurry up.”

“I just went,” I say breathlessly.

“I want another one,” he demands of me and I want to tell him no, but my body is already going to jump off the ledge.

“Squeezing the shit out of my cock, baby,” he notes.

“I’m almost there,” he grinds between clenched teeth.

“Dripping down my balls, baby. Next time, I’m going to fuck you like this and I’m going to want you to swallow my cock so I can paint your mouth.

” I don’t tell him that’s what I want also, because my eyes roll in the back of my head as I come like I’ve never come before.

I feel it running down onto the bed, over and over I feel myself pulsing on his cock until he slams into me one more time and roars out my name.

He collapses on top of me, his face in my neck. My limp arms wrap him up for a second before he turns us to the side. “Jesus.” His face is still buried in my neck. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.” I smile.

“I think I wet the bed,” I tease him and he just tightens his hold on me.

“Don’t give a shit,” he declares and we just lie here, the two of us, until he slips out of me and gets off the bed. “Shower with me?” he asks, holding out his hand to me.

I slide my hand in his as I get off the bed, his other hand coming up to hold my belly, making my heart throb in my chest, harder than before. “Is that you telling me to shower with you or asking me?” I try and swallow down the lump that is forming in my throat.

“Both.” He pulls me to the shower. “Besides, once I clean you up, I get to paint your mouth.” He smacks my ass as he picks me up and takes me to the shower.

* * *

The sound of the doorbell ringing wakes me up the next morning.

I feel heat all around me before my eyes flutter open and then the heat goes away from me.

The sound of pounding now fills the room.

“What is that?” I ask, looking at Jaxon going toward one of the drawers and taking out a pair of shorts.

The doorbell now picks up again, ringing one after another.

“Is that how delivery people act in California?” I ask him, grabbing the cover and bringing it to me. “And they say New York is busy.”

He laughs at me, and instead of going to see who’s banging, which has started again, he comes over and puts his fist in the bed beside me. “Don’t move from that bed,” he says, kissing my lips. “I wanted to wake you up with my cock this morning.”

“You did that,” I remind him, “at two a.m.”

“That was because you put your ass next to my cock.”

“Guilty of moving in my sleep.” I smile as the ringing starts again. “I’m going to move if you don’t go and answer that door.” He kisses my neck before he walks out of the room and I close my eyes.

“What the fuck?” he yelps and then I hear the voice.

“What the fuck is right, Jaxon.” The sound of a woman’s screeching now fills the house.

“Oh my God,” I whisper to myself as I spring out of bed.

“I’ve been calling and calling all fucking night long!” she shouts, her voice getting louder and louder.

“And you would think if I don’t answer you, that would be a clear sign I don’t want to talk to you,” he retorts as I look around the room and start to gather my clothes.

Reaching for my panties that are useless, I toss them to the side as I grab his T-shirt that is right near his built-in shelves.

I slip my arm through before slipping the other one in as quietly as I can, hoping he gets rid of her.

My heart speeds up in my chest as I reach out my hand to slide it over my head and knock over one of the books on his shelves.

The book lands with a thud on the floor as I close my eyes and hope she didn’t hear it.

“Is someone here?” she asks him.

“That’s none of your business, Tiffany. Come back here!

” he shouts and I hear the sound of footsteps on the stairs as I look right and left to see if there is anywhere I can hide.

I look out of the glass window that faces the ocean and for a split second I contemplate jumping off his balcony.

“You cannot just barge into my fucking house and go to my bedroom,” he warns, and when I look at the door, she walks in, wearing a pair of tight jeans and a short crop top.

“It’s not what it looks like,” I say and I want to cringe at myself.

“You are going to leave me for this cheap slut?” She turns and asks Jaxon, who I’ve never seen mad. But one look at him and I would cower in the corner.

He steps in front of her and he looks down at her and I take a step toward him, but stop when I hear his voice.

“Get the fuck out of my house.” His voice is ice-cold.

I don’t know if I should go to him or not.

“This is the last time you come. The next time you even think of showing up, think again. I will not answer the door, I’ll be calling the cops and telling them someone is trespassing.

You push it even more, I’ll ask to have a restraining order brought against you.

I have all the text messages you’ve sent,” he seethes.

“Now get the fuck”—he takes a step toward her—“out of my fucking house.”

“We’re fucking over,” she hisses at him. “I won’t take you back after this.” She glares at me. “Don’t get too comfortable,” she warns me, “before you know it, he’ll move on.”

My stomach lurches up as she storms out of the room. I close my eyes as I hear the door slam shut. “Are you okay?” I feel him next to me.

I open my eyes, seeing him look down at me, the worry all over his face.

I shouldn’t let her words get to me, but they seep in.

“I’m going to need a minute,” I answer him honestly before turning and walking into the bathroom, closing the door behind me, my forehead falling forward. “What the fuck did I do?”