CHAPTER12
LUCIA
Holy sweet mother of Jesus! Jackson Decker is some kind of magician with his tongue. He has made me come three times tonight already, twice in his truck and once in his bed not even ten minutes ago, but here I am, pulling at his hair and riding his face to my fourth. I spread my legs wider as I pull him closer.
“Oh! Jax,” I hiss out a breath as I rock my hips against his mouth. He holds me steady with his powerful hands clamped around the back of my thighs while his face is buried in my pussy, maintaining total control while I am on the edge of complete oblivion.
I have made myself come plenty of times before, but it’s been nothing like this. Nothing like the feeling of losing complete control and falling off the edge of a cliff. Every nerve ending in my body is screaming for release. Stars flicker behind my eyelids as my orgasm crests a wave.
Shit! I’m going to pass out.
“Good girl,” he mumbles as he sucks my clit harder.
No, I’m going to die. My soul is about to leave this earthly plain, but damn I will go out with a smile on my face.
Iwake up and blink in the dark room. For a horrible second I forget where I am, but then I see the huge tattooed arm draped over me and a jolt of warm, wet pleasure shoots through me. I’m in Jax’s house. In Jax’s bed. With Jax Decker. And he is everything I dreamed he’d be and more.
I stretch my arms and legs, trying not to disturb him. Glancing at the clock, I see it’s only five a.m. and we didn’t go asleep until after two. Every muscle in my body aches in a delicious way and my pussy throbs, making me smile.
“It’s early, Angel. Go back to sleep,” he mumbles in my ear.
“Do you call all women, Angel, in case you forget their name?”
“No, Lucia.” He nips my shoulder blade in warning. “Only you.”
I shift my weight until I’m lying on my back with his huge arm over my stomach now.
“Jax?” I whisper. “I think you’ve broken me.” I stifle a giggle.
“What? Why?” his eyes flicker open as he frowns at me.
“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to make myself come again. Well not like you did.”
“I’m sure you’ll manage it.”
“Hmm, Maybe. Can you remind me what you did though? With your fingers?”
“No, Lucia,” he growls and I feel a pang of disappointment, but I suppose he’s tired after our epic session. “Because if you want me to make you come again, or fuck you, then I want you to ask me to. Like a grown up.”
“You’re an ass,” I pout.
“Hmm.” He pulls me tighter to him.
I lie there for a few seconds as my pussy gently thrums with growing need. “Jax?”
“What?”
“Would you please make me come?” My words sound loud in the quiet room but there is something both exhilarating and empowering about asking for what I want.
The growl rumbles through his chest. “It would be my pleasure. Do you have any preference for how I make you come?”
“With your fingers first,” I whisper.
“First?” he breathes as he nuzzles my neck while his hand slides over my stomach and between my thighs. “And then?”
I suck in a breath. I am so out of my comfort zone here, but his hand feels so good as it slides over my pussy and he starts to circle my clit.
“Tell me what you want, Luce,” he growls.