Page 95 of Wrecked (Dirty Air 3)

“Not funny.”

“But I promise, in the bedroom, it’ll only be the best kind of torture.”

My heart soars at the notion, beating faster as Jax moves away from my chest. He leaves a path of kisses down my stomach. The sound of his knees hitting the hardwood floor excites me.

He pulls down my underwear before replacing his fingers with his tongue.

His fucking tongue. The very thing that makes my toes curl into the side of the bed. His mouth devours my most private place, leaving me breathless and needy with anticipation. A few desperate moans escape my mouth. It’s an unfamiliar sound to my own ears.

Jax thrusts two fingers into me at the same time as he sucks on my clit. The galaxy bursts behind my eyelids. A blinding heat rushes down my spine before spreading throughout my lower stomach.

His tongue traces a line from my center to the inside of my thigh as I come down from my orgasm. My body trembles before his lips suck on the skin there, leaving behind hickeys where no one can see. Branding me for his eyes only. As if he needs to prove to no one but himself that he had me.

Jax takes everything from me. Every gasp, every moan, every damn nerve firing off at his torment. He rises from his spot on the floor while he licks his lips. It’s erotic, with his eyes capturing mine.

I sit, grab the hem of his T-shirt, and drag it over his head. My fingers trace over the array of tattoos covering his chest, wishing I could see them better. His eyes shut as my fingers hover over a king of hearts card near his shoulder. Instead of a lively king, a skeleton takes its place next to a broken heart. Something inside of me cracks at my interpretation of his tattoo.

He’s a lost man who gave himself a life sentence of solitary confinement. Someone with little hope for his future, despite how successful he has been so far in his life. Someone who needs to be shown what he would be missing out on if he continues down his destructive path.

I want to show Jax how I care about him. He may feel undeserving of affection and someone in his life, but I plan on making it my mission to prove him differently.

I pull him into my body and our lips crash together. My fingers find his hair, tugging at the soft strands. He pushes into me and I fall back, taking him with me without us losing the kiss.

I press into his erection with my hips, initiating him to roll over, giving me the power position. He lets out a huff as I pull away.

“Scoot toward the headboard and hold onto the frame.” I point at the gap in the iron headboard.

“You’re not supposed to be ordering me around.”

I roll my eyes. “That’s all I’ve done this season so far.”

“Things are going to change.” His eyes burn with excitement.

“I sure hope so.” I smile at him timidly, hoping his words apply to all areas of his life.

He follows my lead, sitting up against the headboard and clutching onto the bed frame. The sight of his tattooed body at my mercy has me bursting with excitement.

His teeth tug on his lower lip as I crawl up to him. I clutch into the band of his joggers, and with him lifting his body, I pull them off. “Shit.”

Jax laughs. “That better be a good shit.”

I swallow back my concern at the size of him. “Yes.” I run a hesitant finger down his length. His dick pulses as I trail a vein before I swipe at the bead of precum at his tip.

“Fuck.” He drops his head back.

I smile before sinking my body into the mattress between his spread legs. My tongue replaces my fingers, tracing lines down his shaft.

Jax’s breathing grows heavier, encouraging me to continue. My lips wrap around the head of his cock. He lets out a groan as I switch between sucking and playing with my tongue. His body becomes rigid as I continue to tease him to the brink of pleasure, before returning to slow licks down his shaft.

“The longer you play, the longer I’ll delay your orgasm when I’m balls-deep inside of your greedy cunt.”

Liquid heat bursts in my lower belly. I squeeze my legs together to ease the ache but fail miserably. My lips wrap around his tip again before I’m ripped away and thrown on my back.

A whoosh of air escapes my lungs as I brush my hair out of my face. “Really?”

“That’s it for tonight. If I’m going to come, it better be from your pussy fisting me.” Jax gets off the bed and grabs a foil packet from his nightstand.

“A condom in your nightstand? What are you, a pre-teen hoping to score in his parents’ house?”