My skin dampened as my core shook with need.
I started to pant, to sweat, to lean into him. All parts of my body responded to him just like he wanted. Except my mind. It balled up with every concern and doubt about our situation. It screamed to be rational and conservative, to protect myself.
Control, my sweet, dear friend, wrapped my fingers around the counter’s edge and helped me white-knuckle it like it was the last strand of hope I had at saving myself from imminent heartbreak.
Jax pulled back for a second, his time too valuable to waste and glanced at my hands.
That jaw of his ticked a bit and he smirked. “Peaches, I’ve got one minute.”
I swallowed hard and licked my lips.
“And if you’re barely restraining yourself now, you’ll be writhing under me, begging and moaning when I slide my fingers across that wet pussy of yours soon.”
His fingers hooked on to either side of my shorts and panties. He kneeled and ripped them down in one fast jerk. Then, he stared. “Still perfect,” he whispered almost to himself.
This was the way I needed to be handled, like he wasn’t worried. Like I could step up to any challenge he threw at me because he knew I was strong enough.
His right hand went to my inner thigh, and goose bumps popped up all over my skin as my eyes followed his hand sliding up my thigh.
Without warning, he plunged two fingers into me and leaned forward to suck on my clit. The explosion of ecstasy buckled my knees.
My control slipped as I let go of the counter. As he sucked me harder, my hands migrated to his hair, and he used his other hand to guide one of my legs up over his shoulder.
He nipped me and I whimpered, wanting all of him and more of the same at once.
His fingers worked methodically inside me, bringing me just to the brink, hovering right on the edge.
I rocked into him, trying to get more of something, more of him, more of what he was doing—anything.
He held back though.
I gripped his hair and pushed him further into me, moaning.
He pulled back instead, taking his mouth from my clit but leaving his fingers in me, working. “Two minutes are up, Whitfield. What’s it going to be?”
His words splashed over me like a bucket of ice cold water. I almost pulled away but he slid a third finger in and twisted within me, speeding up the pace.
I whimpered, “You’re an asshole.”
He flicked his thumb over my clit and responded with, “Beg me to fuck you, baby. I’ll make sure you get off here and in Roman’s bed over and over again.”
I rocked on his hand, not saying anything but trying so hard to get there.
My body wouldn’t listen to my mind. Wouldn’t stop chasing the orgasm it so desperately needed from the one man who knew everything it loved.
He asked and slowed the pace of his fingers. He leaned forward and blew on me before looking up at me again. “Beg, Whitfield.”
I whispered it so quietly, I hoped my mind and old friend, Control, didn’t hear. “Please, Jax.”
“Louder.” He sped up the pace a little.
I rocked with it. “Please.”
He rubbed his thumb over my clit. “Keep it coming. Louder, babe.”
I did as I was told, rocking and chanting “Please,” like he wanted.
He licked my clit and fingered me like I wanted.