Page 12 of The Playmaker (The Legends of Fire #1)
JAX
T he moment my door closes behind her, Avery is on me. Her lips meet mine in a kiss both fierce and yielding, urging me to match her energy and take it higher. I pull her shirt off and press her against me, her soft curves molding to my hard planes.
"You are exquisite," I breathe, lost in desire. She bites my lip in response.
"Flattery will get you," she pulls back, part coy temptress and part vulnerable doe, "everything."
"I love these gorgeous tits," I murmur, leaning down to kiss her pale skin and rosy nipples, sucking and tugging until her fingers dig into my back. On the field, I'm used to being in control. Here with her, I'm following her lead, and the surrender feels like freedom.
"Yes. More," she breathes out.
Then I feel her fingers reach for my belt, undoing it and dropping my pants.
"And this ass. Fuckin' hell, it's so perfect…" I squeeze her soft curves in my hands, fantasizing about bending her over, spreading those cheeks and… "Oh, fuck yes! "
Her hand grasps my naked cock and starts to stroke me, firm and fast.
"More." She looks at me from under hooded eyes, squeezing the tip before continuing. She's a goddess like this, so liberated and open. I know "I'm ready" energy, and it's drowning me.
"Watch out—I'm closer than either of us want," I grit out. She pulls her hand away slowly, painfully slowly. "God, Avery."
In seconds, I've stripped her of her last piece of clothing, leaving her in lingerie. My hands trace her curves before I drop to my knees and kiss her stomach, then her thighs. I look up at her. She bites that lower lip, sending a surge of arousal straight to my cock.
I take her lacy thong in, kissing her folds over the flimsy material. Then, in a quick motion, I've gripped the strap in my teeth and pulled it down, baring her to me and making her gasp. I kiss up her thigh, opening her legs before placing my tongue on her beautiful bundle of nerves.
"You taste so sweet," I hum against her, making her fingers clutch in my hair. "That's right, let go for me."
I feel her body relax as I lift a leg up onto my shoulder. She holds onto my head, my shoulder while panting. She was already so close before I even touched her.
"Yes, right there. So good." She sounds breathy and high. I love it.
I hear her whine as I flick my tongue faster, her arousal all over my chin. But I want more. I want to feel her explode onto me in that beautiful release. I grip her hips, smacking her soft ass with one hand.
She whimpers as I suck on her clit before moving my tongue up and down her wet folds.
"More!" she demands, thrusting her hips forward. "Don't tease me. "
"But I love teasing you, remember?" I smirk against her flushed core.
An extra tug of my hair teaches me my lesson. When it comes to her pleasure, she's the boss. I focus back on her clit, my fingers exploring the valley between her ass. I find her dimpled pucker and she cries out.
"Jaxon, no…"
But I shush her. "I'm just feeling it. Nothing more," is all I can say before her hand on the back of my head has my mouth back where she needs it most. I tease her clit with my tongue and gently explore her forbidden entrance.
She gasps and I have to look up. I see her breasts tremble in that sheer little bralette, pushed aside from my earlier kisses. The bounce of her breasts as she jolts when I suck her clit again makes my cock raging hard for her. She's a wonder, so receptive to me.
"Oh," it comes out needy and long. I feel her release on me and I hold still, taking her essence in and relishing each sound, each clutch of my hair until with a shuddering sigh, she slowly straightens.
Her eyes are hazy and hungry when I stand up. I grasp her in my arms and carry her to the sliding door.
"Jax, no—someone will see!"
But as I set her down and she realizes how secluded the balcony is, she shoots me a look that tells me to proceed.
"I want to pretend that we could be discovered," I whisper, kissing her. "Can we do that?"
She smirks and turns, grasping the railing and arching her back, her glistening core begging for my attention.
"Yes, I've never…done it outside."
Her vulnerability breaks something in me, a wall I've erected against anything real with a woman. For years, I've kept women at a distance—part of my carefully constructed image, part of keeping Riley safe. Now, I want this new experience with her. I want to remember every second of it .
She spreads her legs more, backing that cute little ass up to me. I feel her wet heat against the head of my cock.
I can't hold back. I slide into her, slowly, her moaning and me grunting at how good it feels.
I see the shadows against the wall of our bodies moving as I thrust into her, the sway of her breasts and that beautiful arch of her spine.
I let myself be present, be here with her fully. The sensation is potent. Lasting. Deep.
Moments later when she's gasping through another orgasm and my body releases into her, I feel something new, a connection more than physical.
And I decide, even if I'm the only one who feels this, I'm going to hold onto it, remember it long after she's decided my secret is too much for anything between us.
And when she dresses again later, kissing me quickly and walking out of my room, she tosses over her shoulder a nail in the coffin of my hopes:
"It's just sex, Jaxon. Right?"
She looks like she wants me to both fight her on this and also agree. Like she's protecting herself from something she fears—something I recognize because I do it too.
So I do what any smart man would. I say nothing. I have to figure out my own conflicting feelings, too.
That night, I sleep better than I have in ages. And when I head out early with the team for the stadium, I have a strong feeling I'm going to play amazingly well. I carry my mental clarity through the warmups, the team meeting, and then the pregame warm up on the field.
The crowd is loud, adding to my energy. The sun is out and the skies are clear. I love California weather. I jump up and down to get warmed up .
"Someone looks…rested." Hawk grins at me. "Have a 'good' night, huh?"
"Just the usual." I won't tell him a word. Some things are too precious to share.
He taps my shoulder and we start to jog up and down the side of the field. I notice Giselle, the blonde cheerleader, eyeing me as she entertains the crowd with the other dancers.
I ignore everything but my goal for today: I want to win. Not just for the team, but because somehow, I want to prove something to the woman who walked out of my room last night.
I wish Avery hadn't run off, but for now I can tell myself that she's totally into me and it wasn't just sex for her. There was something in her eyes—a conflict that mirrors my own.
I head out onto the field when the game starts, running each play and adjusting as needed. Every move feels instinctive, every catch perfect. I'm in that rare zone where mind and body work in harmony. We end up winning, just barely. But I know I did well, and that matters more than any score.
"Jax! That was your best game in five seasons," Coach says as we celebrate on the field.
"You were in the damn zone," Hawk adds, grinning as he squirts cold water at me, a tradition for solid wins. I dodge his attack, laughing. I feel on top of the world. Invincible.
The dancers run behind us, shaking their pom poms. Only one singles me out in ways she shouldn't.
Giselle. She coos at me as she runs by with her dance team.
"You were amazing out there today!"
I ignore her. She's trouble I don't want. The old Jaxon might have played along—part of the act, part of the shield I've built. But today, I don't have the energy for pretense.
Instead, my eyes turn to the press box. I see those warm brown eyes right away.
Avery. My little sexy bench warmer .
"Stop eye fucking the journalist, Jax," Hawk says, whacking the back of my head.
It's a sobering reminder that I'm on the field and she's in the press box…a boundary between our roles that shouldn't be crossed publicly.
A line that reveals our very different views on the sport and the players in it.
But for a moment, as our eyes lock across the distance, I wonder if that line is already blurring for both of us.