Burn (5 page)

             
I deserved a pat on the back by the end of my three hour lesson. I hadn’t crashed us once which, for a girl who sucked at multitasking with an annoying stick shift, was a massive accomplishment.

             
The sun was starting its downward dip below the horizon when Jaxon finally took over. He stopped the car on an emergency lane beside a knee high grassy field that bordered a vineyard. When we both stepped out, he took my hand and we waded into the grass, feeling the final heat of the sun before it disappeared. The summer had been a horrid one. We’d been indoors most of it in front of the aircon in the living room. We’d set a mattress down on the floor so we could sleep through the nights without melting.

             
Lucinda had also taken up space in the living room, sleeping on the couch beside us. There we’d all watch a flick on the television. When Lucinda finally fell asleep at ten o’clock exactly, Jaxon and I would cautiously make out under the covers. It’d been two weeks of epic make out sessions, unable to take a step further because we were in the midst of his mom, and that was just downright wrong.

             
So many nights I’d feel the hardness of him against me, grinding for some sense of relief. The arousal on his face was enough to have me aching for my own release too. Come morning time, we were bratty, irritable and horny as all hell, but with the weather so disgustingly hot again, it was a damper on our libido.

             
During our most desperate moments, he’d taken me into the shower and we’d… connect that way. Nothing was hotter than a shower soaked Jaxon licking every bit of water off of me. It was also where I’d first asked to experiment with him.

             
“Do you ever wanna do stuff?” I’d eagerly asked.

             
“I always wanna ‘do stuff,’” he answered, laughter in his eyes at my very vague question.

             
“I mean, did you ever want me to… you know… do more with you?”

             
He sighed in irritation. “Sara, if you want to try something, just let me know.”

             
“It’s embarrassing for me. This is still new for me, Jaxon.”

             
“You can be the biggest wench in the world at times, and yet you can’t be vulgar when it comes to fucking?”

             
I tensed at his word. “Do you have to make it sound so smutty?”

             
He grinned, raking both hands through his wet long hair. Fuck, he was sexy. Fuck, I would eat him with a –“I’m a smutty man, Tiny. Now tell me what you wanted to do.”

             
I didn’t want to tell him. Instead, I looked down at his length and then at him. Then I did it over and over again, waiting for him to make the connection. He simply raised his brows and pretended to play dumb.

             
“Jaxon!”

             
“Just say it.”

             
My cheeks went hot, and I quickly splashed the water over my face to stave off the blood flow. “I like when you go down on me,” I said quietly. “I want to return the favour.”

             
He smiled brightly, though I could see his eyes had darkened at the same time. “So you want to…”

             
I exhaled. “I want to…”

             
“Yes?”

             
“I want to… suck your penis.”

             
He grimaced suddenly. “That was possibly the most unsexy thing I’ve ever been told.”

             
I blanched. “What?”

             
“Tiny, you don’t say penis in sexual situations, especially in foreplay.”

             
I scowled now. “Dick?”

             
“No.” He gave me a hard look. “Come on, then. You know the word.”

             
I pursed my lips. Talk about making this into an awkward situation! I felt grouchy, and bratty.
I’m not doing shit,
I decided.

             
He read me like a book. “Tiny, I’ll return the favour too.”

             
My heart leaped. Oh, the feeling of his mouth there. The heat of it alone was enough to blow the circuits in my brain. “I want to suck your cock.” I speedily said.

             
“Say it again.”

             
“Jaxon.”

             
“Say the word again,” he demanded, no funny business.

             
I rolled my eyes. “Cock.”

             
“Keep saying it. The more it’s said, the easier it’ll be to say it again.”

             
“Cockcockcockcockcock.”

             
He laughed lightly. “Now
that
is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

             
I rolled my eyes. “I know. I’m so romantic, huh?”

             
“The most romantic. Get on your knees.” The smile on his face vanished the second I situated my knees on the rough, tiled floor. Was this shit meant to be so uncomfortable?

             
“Are you going to tell me what to do?” I asked him, for I was in a sea of unknown.

             
“It’s not rocket science, Tiny. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it.”

             
Well, some help he was! He was already hard the second I took him into my hand and guided him up and down.

             
“Are you even going to fit inside my mouth?” I muttered doubtfully.

             
“While I thank you for the compliment, I’m going to ask you to stop talking and start doing, Tiny, or else I’m going to slam my cock inside your mouth without your permission.”

             
Well then.

             
I took him into my mouth immediately; after a few moments and the sounds of his grunting later, I felt strangely euphoric. This was actually turning me on! His cock got bigger and he shuddered as I worked him slowly, getting acquainted with his beautiful man tool.

             
After a while, he gripped my hair and moved faster, careful not to go in too deep for my first go. Despite the fact my mouth was sore and my knees were screaming obscenities at me, I felt powerful and aroused beyond measure at the noises he was making.

             
Just as he worshipped me, I did the same, even learning along the way what pushed him to the brink. I teased him relentlessly and he’d grip my hair sometimes so tight I’d yelp and bat away his hands. I was surprised how welcoming the taste of him was.

             
“I’m going to come, Sara,” he tensely said. “Move away.”

             
I didn’t, and he came with a fury into my mouth. The abrupt taste of saltiness was unsettling, and I spat it out immediately.

             
Swallowing was not a Sara Nolan thing, I decided.

             
“That was so fucking good,” he groaned, his face flushed as though he’d run a thousand mile marathon.

             
“Really?”

             
“Oh, yeah.”

             
I felt so… proud! And then I felt like a ho for feeling proud. I mean, I just gave my boyfriend a blowjob and wanted to hear how awesome I was at it, as if I was a teacher’s pet begging for a sticker.

             
“Now it’s my turn!” I giddily said because no one woman should give a knee-breaking blowjob and be robbed of her own pleasure!

             
After he’d returned the favour, we stepped out and dried ourselves off. He opened the door as I talked about my awesomeness.

             
“So you really enjoyed it?” I grinned. “Did you want me to suck harder? Lesser? Faster?”

             
“What in God’s name!” Lucinda’s voice made me jump.

             
She stood in the hallway, gathering up a basket of laundry. Her face looked unforgivable, and I held my breath and waited for the explosion. Jaxon didn’t seem to care, continuing to dry himself off as he slowly made his way to our room.

             
“The bathroom?” she hollered, blocking his way. She looked between us with disgusting disapproval. “This house is small, you insolent little shits! We have one bathroom! One! And you decide to poison it like a brothel? Sex, you two? In my bathroom? In!My!Bathroom!”

             
I froze and Jaxon looked irritated, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling. “It’s hot as hell, Mom. There’s no other place to–”

             
“I don’t want to know the details of your sick, seedy sex life! I just don’t want it done in my bathroom! Now turn around and clean it up. I want every inch of that bathroom scrubbed!”

             
Every inch of it was scrubbed.

             
She made damn sure of it, standing in the doorway like Stalin, dictating with a harshness that didn’t suit her.

             
The one place we could do it was scratched out. And when two weeks of pent up make-out sessions ensued, Jaxon was twitching at the eyes. Which brings us back to the field after he’d veered the car into the emergency lane.

             
I could tell this particular day he’d had enough. He determinedly hurried me into the field. No words were necessary. We were both on the same page. When he found us a spot, he took my face into his hands and kissed me hard. In the midst of our kissing, we sank down onto the ground, him over top of me.

             
“I’m so fucking horny, I’m going to burst,” he breathed against my mouth.

             
“Me too,” I moaned, grinding my pelvis shamelessly into him. Once upon a time, I’d have been embarrassed by that. “I love your mom, but fuck, she’s a cock-block.”

             
“Tiny?”

             
“Hmm?”

             
“Let’s not talk about my mom right now, okay?”

             
He didn’t get naked. Just pushed his pants down – oh, how easy men have it! Meanwhile I got the shitty end of the stick. He threw my shorts and underwear off before pushing into me. Jaxon’s lucky he’s sexy, otherwise I would not have enjoyed being fucked while my ass was chafing against the hard earth.

             
It was still beyond hot, but being outdoors and in the open air made it sufferable. It was outlandishly erotic for me feeling the slippery feel of our bodies rubbing against each other. Combine that with our hot, frantic breathing, groans in the open air, and the way he carelessly licked my neck, not minding the sweat… It was the sweetest way to spend an hour in the summer heat. Two lovebirds curled in discomfort, seeking each other’s pleasure, and driving out the need in one another. How else could I feel more connected?

             
It was still so new to me. Sure, the feeling of an orgasm is special – the kind of thing that drives you to the pinnacle of insanity if it’s been deprived of you. But an orgasm is something you can achieve on your own. I know I’d experimented enough growing up to know how my own pleasure could be derived. This wasn’t what was new to me.

             
No, what was new to me was being with a man that you watched gain satisfaction out of using
your
body. Seeing the way the feel of me drove him to heights of ecstasy was like an orgasm of the mind; so satisfying and longer lasting, the image alone could satiate you forever. All you needed to do was burn it into your memory forever and remember. Just remember and maybe, for even the briefest moment, it can be as real as it once was.

             
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned, digging his fingers into my thighs as he moved frantically. His wet forehead pressed against my own. With one hand, he pushed the sweaty strands my hair away from my cheeks and kissed the shit out of me.

             
I pressed my hand into his lower back, urging him to move. “Faster.”

             
“Say please,” he demanded. He knew he could make me do anything when I was approaching my peak, and while I hated it afterwards, in the moment I was goo in his hands.

             
“Please, please, please,” I relented.

             
He pressed his tongue against mine and I moaned loudly as he moved faster. Every thrust was deep, kissing my walls in ways that made me whimper. The heat no longer mattered, the discomfort was long forgotten, and nothing existed outside of this savage need to be pleased.

             
I cried out and he followed with his own moans of assent and then… then we were both
finally
gloriously fulfilled. Sticky too. He looked down at me with a mischievous grin, and I smiled right back at him. Those fucking eyes. That beautiful smile of his. All sexual tension ebbed away, but even I knew I could go again in a matter of minutes—