"Do you like seeing me before you like this?" I ask her, holding her gaze as I slowly pull them down. "Do you like seeing me kneeling? Mesmerized by the sight, the feel, the smell of you and going crazy with the thought of tasting you?"
As she steps out of her underwear I watch her chest heave with shallow breaths as she waits for me to move her skirt aside. But I don't move to touch her again, I just wait for her to answer.
"Do you?" I nudge gently.
She swallows nervously and nods. "Yes," she gasps. "Yes, I like seeing you on your knees."
My hands return to her thighs and begin to gently caress her soft skin, slowly moving higher and higher on her leg.
"Does it make you feel like a queen? To see me kneeling before you like this? To hear me begging to worship you?"
Her eyes are black with lust and she's panting, trying to get air in her lungs. Internally I thump my chest at the knowledge that I can affect her like this without even really touching her. That I can make her wet with just my words.
"Yes," she breathes. "I love it. You make me feel like—like I've never felt before." Her gasps start to come quicker. "Fuck, Jax, I—I—"
Her words cut off with a moan when my touch nears her core. Then when I change the glide of my hands from teasing to soothing, she starts to pant again. "Breathe, baby,” I whisper. Let me take care of you."
She swallows nervously and nods, her head dropping back against the wall with a heavy exhale. I press a calming kiss to her outer thigh.
I decide not to pull her skirt off, I just push it up to her waist. I like the thought of her being almost fully dressed while I eat her out.
I hum in contentment when her glistening pussy is bared to my sight. I lean forward to press my cheek against her thigh and take a deep breath, needing to inhale some of her essence. I almost groan at the beauty of it.
"You're so fucking perfect," I murmur. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you." Then I lean forward and lick the length of her slit.
She immediately moans at the contact and sinks her fingers into my hair. I dive in and start to caress her with my tongue, my hands digging into her thighs hard enough that I know she'll have bruises in the shape of my fingerprints tomorrow.
I groan when my tongue spearing inside her rewards me with another rush of arousal. "Fuck, baby, you get so hot," I groan. "Are you going to come on my face for me?" I press one finger inside her while I'm talking, slowly pushing in and out of her, stoking the fire that's about to explode any moment.
"Yes," she gasps, her grip tightening in my hair. "God, yes, I'm going to come."
"Not yet." I nip the inside of her thigh, and I hear her squeak in surprise. "Not until I say so."
Her whimper is proof enough that she's already struggling.
Just then, I hear a door slam shut downstairs.
"Jax?"
I feel Hailey freeze at the sound of Tristan's voice. I stop too, and I know we’re thinking the same thing:is Remy with him?
But after a minute, we only hear one set of footsteps come up the stairs. "Jax, you up here?" he calls again.
"Yeah," I respond with a shout. Hailey's eyes snap to me in horror, but I just grin. My finger never stops moving inside her.
"I'm going over to Remy's, do you want to grab dinner with us tonight? We want to check out that new burger spot near her apartment."
I lick a quick line along Hailey's pussy before answering, "Nah, I already have plans for dinner."
Hailey's mouth drops open at the brazen move. And when I slide another finger inside her, I feel her thighs start to quiver with the force of holding back an orgasm.
Don't come, I mouth.
She claps a hand over her mouth to smother her whimper.
"Alright, well I'm heading out, then," Tristan continues from the hallway. "I don’t have my private lesson with Jacob until later in the morning, so I'm going to stay at Remy's tonight, but I guess I'll see you tomorrow night at the gym. Let me know if you want to get some rolls in during your lunch break, I could always use—"
"Goddamnit, man, I'm a little busy right now. Can you just get the fuck out?" I finally snap. Tristan rarely goes on tangents, but when he does, it's always at the most inopportune times.