Page 31 of Only for Tonight (Only For #1)

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Jaxon

“B aby.” I lean my head back on the couch. “Come here.” I look at her head bobbing up and down on my cock, her hand working me at the same time. “I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

She lets go of my cock and smirks at me. “You already did that today”—she goes back to sucking my cock—“this morning.”

“Ari, get up here.”

She gets off her knees from between my legs and gets on the couch beside me, wearing just her tank top in the middle of her torso.

She is on her knees beside me as she crosses her arms in front of her to take off her tank.

My hand goes straight to her pussy that I devoured right before she took my cock into her mouth.

One hand on her hip, I slide my two middle fingers back inside of her.

“Fuck, Ari,” I say, moving my fingers to her clit as she tosses her tank top with our shorts.

My hand moves to her nipple and she grips my cock again and takes me back into her mouth.

I groan as I play with her nipple and she works my cock with her mouth and hand.

“That mouth.” I close my eyes. “Fuck, that mouth,” I snap and pull her on me. “Ride my cock.”

“Hmm,” she murmurs, letting my cock go and swinging a leg over me.

She places one knee beside my hip, reaching in between us for my cock as she slowly slides down me.

The heat and slickness of her pussy makes me groan, and when she gets to the base of it, she puts her hands beside my neck on the back of the couch.

“I feel so full,” she states, moving up and down my cock, “each time.” My hands go to her ass as I squeeze it. I lean forward, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. “Yes,” she pants out, “you’re going to make me come.”

“Again.” I smirk, moving to the other nipple. “That’s it,” I encourage when she picks up her speed. “You need it, don’t you, baby?” She groans as she holds on to my shoulders to help lift her up and then falls back down on my cock. “What do you need?” I ask her, knowing exactly what she needs.

“I need—” she starts.

“You need me to fuck you hard?” I wrap my arms around her waist. “Pound into you like I’m going to split you in two?”

“Yes!”

“I need to take you to the bed,” I tell her, standing up with her on my cock. “You going to keep riding me until I get to the bed?”

“Yes,” she pants as I make it to the bedroom in no time.

I put one knee in the bed and then the other as she tries to move up and down but she can’t. “Jaxon.”

I place her back onto the bed and she loses my cock and then groans to let me know that isn’t what she wanted.

“This pussy…” I move to suck her nipple into my mouth before licking back up to her lips and sliding my tongue into her mouth.

Her hand goes to my cock and brings it to her pussy.

“Going to fuck you now, Ari,” I growl and she nods her head, as I put my hands on the bed beside her arms and slam into her. I pull back out and slam back in.

“Greedy for my cock,” I tease as she watches my cock pound into her.

I pull out slowly before slamming back into her, her hands gripping the sheets as I fuck her as hard as I can.

“Play with your clit, baby,” I instruct her, knowing that she comes harder when she does.

She moves her hand to her clit, rubbing it side to side as I fuck her.

“That’s my girl,” I praise, grabbing her hips as I fuck her over and over again, her panting filling the room. “You going to come on my cock, baby?”

“I’m there,” she announces and I can feel her pussy getting wetter and tighter; she moves her leg higher to get me even deeper. Her back arches as I feel wetness gushing out of her. “Jaxon!”

I don’t let up, I thrust my hips faster and faster until I pull my cock out of her and grip it in my hand, shooting my cum on her. My thumb goes to play with her clit while I watch rope after rope of my cum on her stomach.

“I thought you wanted to come inside me this time,” she says when I bend my head and kiss her lips.

“I figured I came on your back this afternoon, might as well do your stomach.” I get off the bed and hold out my hand for her. “Let’s take a shower.”

“No,” she rebuts, “I don’t think I can have any more sex.

” We got here yesterday after stopping to get her a bathing suit, even though she didn’t wear it.

But we still went by the pool, her in her shorts, which lasted about ten minutes before my face was buried in between her legs.

Which led to me fucking her on the lounge chair.

We then came inside where she took a shower and then we cooked side by side, ending up in bed at six thirty where we had the longest sex I’ve ever had.

I think it went on for hours with the foreplay.

We’d fuck, and right before I would come, I would stop to drag it out.

I have never come so fucking hard and long in my life .

“You’re the one who jumped me the last time.” I slap her ass as she walks in front of me. “I was minding my business.”

“I went to get water, and when I came back, your shorts were off and you were stroking your cock.” She looks over her shoulder at me.

“You came into the room wearing those booty shorts, knowing I can’t say no to your ass.” I grab said ass.

“We have to get to bed, we leave early in the morning,” I tell her as she starts the shower.

“It’s three o’clock in the afternoon,” she retorts, getting in and touching the water. “Hey, can I”—she stops talking and shakes her head—“forget it, it’s nothing.”

“It’s not nothing,” I reply, getting into the shower with her, my eyes going down to the little baby bump that’s getting bigger. Each time I see it, my heart feels like it gets bigger in my chest. “What were you going to say?”

“It’s nothing.” She avoids my eyes and I grab her hips to stop her from turning away from me.

“What were you going to say, Ariella?”

“Nothing, it’s just I was wondering…” she starts, as if she’s scared to say whatever it is she is thinking, “if it would be okay if I could change up a couple of things in your house.”

“Okay, one, it’s our house now,” I remind her, pulling her to me and wrapping her in a hug, “and two, you’re going to piss me off if you keep referring to it as my house.

” I bend and kiss her lips. “If you want, I can sell the house and we can move into another one. Then you won’t think of it as just mine, and it’ll be ours. ”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I really like the house. I love the view and sometimes I even take my laptop out and work from the deck. I especially like the walks we take on the beach before the day starts or after dinner.”

“Okay, well, since we’ve established that it’s now also your house, you can do whatever it is you want to do with it. I don’t give a shit, Ariella, it’s just fucking stuff. What I care about is that you are there when I get home.”

“Well, I know your house is perfect and I just, I don’t know. I’d like to make it a bit more homey.” I stare at her. “Maybe add in a couple of throw blankets or pillows. Make it a little less ‘I’m a bachelor’ and a little more ‘I?—’”

“I have a woman and kid,” I fill in for her, laughing.

“If you want, I could hang a banner outside that says I have a woman and a kid who is going to be living here with me.” Her glare tells me that she didn’t find that funny.

“Baby, you know I didn’t pick one thing for that house besides the living room and my bed. ”

“Who did it for you?”

“Fuck if I know. We gutted the house when I bought it and then the interior design team asked me what I was looking for. Then they brought me all these options and I was like, I don’t know, so they staged the house.

I walked in, saw it, and then said sure, because it would be an asshole thing for me to be like ‘I hate it, take it all back,’” I admit to her.

“Who was I going to take shopping with me? My mother? It would be a pain in the ass for her to come all the way out from Dallas to do it with me. My next option would be Tori. I would have been living in Barbie’s Dreamhouse if it was up to her.

” She laughs. “So you can do whatever it is you want to do. You don’t like the couch, buy a new one.

Want to scrap the formal living room, do it.

Actually, come to think of it, we should totally scrap the room, I hate it. ”

“You hate the formal living room?” she asks me.

“Yes, it’s dry and cold, and just using the word formal makes it seem that you can’t go in there unless it's for special occasions. I think I used that room twice and it was when my parents came down for a holiday. We can make it into another room. Whatever you want.” I smile at her.

“Why were you so scared to bring this up to me?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never lived with someone before, so I don’t know what the official rules are.” She looks up at me. “Have you ever lived with someone?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I was too afraid to live with anyone.” I chuckle. “I thought it would be annoying.”

“Wow,” she says, moving out of my arms. “You are the one who leaves their shit lying around all the time.”

“I do that on purpose,” I tell her. “I was waiting for you to say something about it.”

“You left your wet used towel on the floor in the bathroom because you wanted me to say something to you about it?”

“Yeah,” I confirm, grabbing the soap and rubbing it in between my hands before turning her and washing her back. “I knew it bothered you when I dropped it, and then I saw your eyes go to it and not say anything about it.”

“You’re a jerk.” She looks over her shoulder at me.

“Also, another thing, I would like to get some pictures made and put them up around the house.”

“What type of pictures?” she asks me.

“Pictures of us when we were younger and then pictures of us now. I’m sure if we ask someone, they have pictures of us that night in Dallas.

” She smiles as she turns around and takes the soap from me and lathers her hands, washing my chest. “You have carte blanche, Ari, to make our house a real home.” I bend and kiss her lips, the urge to tell her that I’m falling in love with her teetering on the edge.

We get out of the shower together and I watch her slip on one of my T-shirts before grabbing her phone.

“I’m going to call my father and set up the meeting for next week.

” She puts her hand to her stomach. “I might throw up.” My eyes go big.

“Sorry, not like that, like I’m so nervous I could throw up. ”

“How about we not joke about you and throwing up until, I don’t know, the next time you are pregnant,” I tell her as she walks away from me and I grab a pair of shorts, putting them on. “I’ll get you some water.”

“We aren’t even done with this one”—she laughs—“and you are already planning a number two.”

“Baby, if it means sinking my cock into you, I’m already on number five.” I wink at her and walk out of the room.

I hear his voice answer after one ring. “Hey, princess,” he greets her, making me smile, “it’s about time you call me back.”

“Dad, I spoke to you yesterday.” She laughs at him. “I told you I was headed to Palm Springs. After you gave me the whole ‘why don’t you call me’ speech.”

“It feels longer than that.” He chuckles. “How is California treating you? You still love it?”

I grab the bottle of water as well as the bowl of fruit she has been making herself every single morning.

I walk back in and she looks up at me as I hand her the bottle of water and put the bowl of fruit on the bedside table.

She laughs. “I still love it.” She looks straight at me, smiling, and I bend to kiss the top of her head silently.

“I was calling to tell you that I’ll be in Dallas next week and was hoping we could do lunch.

” I look over at her as I walk around the bed, with my eyebrows pinched together at her question.

Knowing full fucking well he’s going to catch on with that question.

“Do lunch?” He immediately picks up on it. “Since when do you ask me to do lunch?”

She groans, “It’s during the week, so I don’t know if you made plans or not.” I walk around the other side of the bed, lying down on my side and putting my head in my hand as I watch her talk to her father. “Forget I asked, I’ll just do lunch with Mom.”

“What time are you arriving? I’ll pick you up at the airport.” She looks over at me and I lift a hand, telling her I have no idea what to say.

“I don’t have the time yet, I’ll send it to you once I book the ticket,” she tells him and I nod, making a mental note to get her a plane ticket when she gets off the phone.

“Sounds perfect, sweetheart. I look forward to having lunch with you.”

“Okay, I get it, Dad,” she grumbles, “I’ll see you next week.”

“I love you, honey,” he says and she looks down at the phone, her bottom lip quivering.

“Love you too,” she replies and quickly hangs up on him before he notices her voice cracking.

“Your child has me all emotional and shit.” She looks at me with her eyes filled full of tears and it’s like you kicked me in the stomach.

Apart from watching her be sick, this is the worst thing I’ve ever seen.

She wipes a tear away. “Looks like we’re going to Dallas,” she tries to joke.

I smirk at her. “Back to the scene of the crime.” I wink at her and the tears are suddenly gone and in their place is the laughter I love.

“That’s what I like.” I curl up and wrap my legs and my arms around her. “When you smile.” I kiss her neck before she melts into me. “It’s going to be okay, baby.”

“You promise?” she asks me.

“Absolutely,” I say to her and she looks up at me, while I smirk at her, “not.”