More Than Physical (The Physical Series Book Book 2) (9 page)

“Uh-uh,” he chided. “Patience, gorgeous. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her pouty grunt would’ve been funny if he hadn’t felt so wound up himself. His body tingled. His skin felt too tight. He was a grenade about to go off, the pin already pulled.

Jackson’s mouth moved from her nipple, over the soft curves of her lush breast, down the center of her chest as his left hand continued to massage the other breast. Gently massaging, his fingertips tweaking and circling her nipple, encouraged by her short gasps and raspy moans.

The smooth skin of her belly tasted like melted sugar against his tongue, which he dragged across the slope of her abdomen, darting in quickly into her navel, producing a hitch in her breath. Moving lower, his tongue and hands met up with the material of her dress still bunched up at her waist.

He gave it a quick tug. “This has to go.”

She didn’t argue, simply lifting her hips so he could push the hindrance down her legs, catching at her ankles until she kicked it off with her feet.

Their naked bodies now pressed together, the warmth of her skin penetrating his to his marrow. He pulled himself up onto his elbows, his eyes perusing the petite and luscious banquet in front of him. Unable to stop his movement, his hand skimmed the sweet cavern of her throat, moving down over her collarbone, down past the underside of her breast, briefly flicking her hardened nipple.

Jackson pushed himself off the bed to kneel on the floor in between her legs, her feet dangling but unable to touch the floor. He lightly skimmed the suppleness of her thighs, thumbs pressing into the warm, feminine flesh. Yanking on her toned calves, Jackson pulled her toward him, her surprised gasp a half-hearted protest.

“You’re going to want to hang on for this.”

Holy shit.

Jackson’s tongue was a weapon of mass destruction. It was obviously his superpower. He was the superman of eating pussy. And she should know, because she was currently on the receiving end of the best lady-head she’d ever received in her life. This man should go into business of using his tongue to pleasure women instead of wagging it in the courtroom or wherever else he used it.

The minute he went downtown, she lost complete control of her own body. It flew out the window, along with any and all conscious thought, which was now orbiting somewhere in the cosmos. The hotel could be collapsing and burning down around her in a fiery inferno, and she would happily be burned alive, as long he remained firmly planted between her legs, licking the flames that were spreading through her core.

Sasha spread her legs wide before wrapping them over his shoulders, Jackson’s hands cradling her ass to ensure maximum pleasure. Propping herself up on her elbows to watch the show, she nearly collapsed as the first sensation of his greedy tongue probed her – long, thorough licks that made her moan and spew out unintelligible curses. Her involuntary movements couldn’t be stopped as she rocked her hips into his face, greeting his tongue in quivering lust.

Jackson feasted on her sweet essence, changing the tempo of his ministrations, as his mouth fastened on her hot core. As he sucked, he introduced a finger into the mix, finger-fucking her in a slow, steady rhythm.

Adding a second digit, Sasha’s mind went utterly blank, as her legs tightened around his head, her own head moving on the pillow side-to-side in a burst of euphoria.

Sasha wanted this to last. To enjoy the incredible sensations his mouth was producing. No other man in her recollection had ever been this attentive to her pleasure. Normally, due to her quick love ‘em and leave ‘em motto, her relations with men were more of “wham-bam, thank you, ma’am” scenarios. Fast and furious coupling that didn’t often involve much intimacy.

But this? This here was abso-fucking-lutely intimate. Sasha nearly had the mind to push him away, to stop the sweet torment because of the feeling it invoked within her. A strange sensation came over her, completely unbidden, causing her chest to tighten and clench, but she pushed it away just as quickly as it came. This was just sex. Nothing more, she reminded herself.

Sasha pushed her palms into the soft, velvety duvet cover and watched Jackson continue his performance of driving her out of her ever-loving mind. Yes, his tongue had so much talent that if she weren’t so selfish, she might’ve suggested he try out for America’s Got Talent. Not sure how that would work in a televised situation, but damn if he shouldn’t hold a championship title.

Yet just the thought of another woman being privy to this experience had her steaming with jealousy. And green-with-envy was not a good color on her. Sasha wanted to be the only judge who’d have a say in his performance rating. She decided, then and there, that if Jackson wanted to continue to practice his oral skills, she would be his one and only,
very
willing, participant.

It occurred to her then that she had been a fool for avoiding this man for so long. Why had she never given Jax the appreciation he deserved? How did she miss this before now? The man was sex-on-a-stick. He was intelligent. Kind. Arguably the hottest man she’d ever seen. A gentleman to the core. And he seemed to be able to go head-to-head with her whenever she got whipped up over something, easily putting her in her place when her bitch-o-meter escalated to panic-inducing levels. When other men freaked and ran-the-fuck out the door with their tails dragging between their legs.

Sharp tingles of pleasure began building in her abdomen, her fingers cinched the duvet in her left hand, as her other made its way to the top of Jackson’s head, threading roughly through his hair. He growled against her center as she tugged sharply, his nose and eyes barely visible from her vantage point.

Oh God.

Yes.

There.

Right there.

More.

I’m going to
…

Before she could even finish her thought, she convulsed against him, her hips soaring up to meet his face, succumbing to the endless pleasure he had bestowed upon her. She was likely cutting off his oxygen supply at the moment, and he probably couldn’t breathe, but none of that seemed to matter. The explosion was so intense, so euphoric, her legs shook and her arms thrashed before everything went white.

Sasha was nearly rendered speechless, her body sated and limp, like the Raggedy Ann doll she owned as a little girl. A high-pitched tone rang in her ears, creating a cacophony of sound inside her head. The only other time she’d ever felt this good was…oh, no. Not again.

Flashes of memory zoomed into focus as their night in Cabo came rushing back. The shots of tequila. The dancing in the sand. The cavorting in the water. The flirting. The kissing. The fondling. The fucking.

Closing her eyes, she willed the images away. It was all too much for her to deal with, her defenses obviously taking a vacation. Sasha did not want this thing with Jackson to be anything more than a casual, friends-with-benefits fling. And she couldn’t even call it a one-night thing anymore, because now it had morphed into something else. How did this even happen? When did Jackson become more than just her frenemy?

The lump in her throat dissolved when Jackson lifted his head and languorously moved up her body, his lips luxuriously drinking in her skin like she was the most eatable dessert in the world. Opening one of her eyelids a crack, she peered down at the top of his head, his gorgeous face coming into view.

God, he was too perfect. The wide smile that made him look like a cross between a Boy Scout, and a hot, sexy devil, tempting her to take a bite of the apple. And damn if she wasn’t fool enough to take that bite.

“You doing okay there, Sash? You seem a little dazed,” he snickered, nipping at her neck, his mouth sucking on her most sensitive spot. It felt so good. His mouth was still slightly wet with her, and his hot breath had her shivering with pleasure.

Sasha hummed as his tongue licked the outline of her ear, another involuntary shudder running down her spine.

“Mmm. I’m doing just great, thanks to your very clever tongue.” She placed her hands on his shoulders, smoothing them over the hard ridges and nubs, caressing over the slope of his back and down to the perfect curve of his ass.

Jackson’s body jerked when her hand moved from his backside to tightly grasp his hard length. Pumping it in long, even strokes, Sasha lifted her face to watch Jackson’s heavy-lidded expression. His eyes were closed, his full lips pinned in a tight line, a look of pleasure and agony etched across his features.

His hand gripped her wrist, jerking her hand off his cock as he shifted his weight, parting her legs further so she was spread before him. He took his shaft in his own hand, parting her silky folds, her own slickness coating him as he rolled the tip over her swollen nub.

The skin-on-skin contact was disorienting in how good it felt. The thick slide of him between her lips, the friction of his hardness against her heat, made her delirious with lust. Never had she wanted anything or anyone more than she wanted to feel Jackson inside of her at that moment.

Sasha moaned and cursed, her nails digging into his back as he drove her closer and closer to the edge again, the head of his shaft hitting her dead center with thrilling preciseness with every slow drag of his cock. Her want, need, thirst for him was indescribable.

She marveled at Jackson’s restraint, even though she could see the tight anguish brushed across his features, and his body’s generosity in allowing her to use him to get off. She knew it wasn’t only her pleasure, though, based on his heavy pants and grunts with each pass of his tip against her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“I’m too close, Sash…I need to be inside you soon.”

“Yes,” she exhaled, wanting to prolong the pleasure that was beckoning her closer and closer to release. She was ready to hurdle over the edge again, could feel it climbing up legs, her spine, swirling low in her belly. But she wanted him inside her when she came. For him to fill her, driving deep inside and stretching her to capacity.

“Wrap him up,” she quipped, nudging her hips to press against him. “And be quick about it.”

Jackson cocked his eyebrows and rolled off her, his heat an immediate, saddening loss. With his back slightly turned away, she took the opportunity to peruse his nakedness. His glorious, impressive nakedness. She sighed happily as he stretched an arm out to grab his dress pants off the floor, his taut back muscles pulling and shifting across the planes of his upper body, as he quickly pulled a condom from the confines of his wallet.

Sasha watched with excited interest as he ripped the foil packet open with his teeth, his hands deftly rolling the thin layer over his length. Looking satisfied with his quick work, he rolled up to his knees, grabbed her ankles and flipped her over on to her stomach. She made a squeak of excitement as she bounced lightly and then giggled.

“And here I thought you were a simple missionary man.”

A hand landed on her ass check, the sting of it sending a jolt of desire between her legs. Suddenly his mouth was at her ear, his smooth chest hovering over her back.

“Let’s see how
simple
you think I am after I’m done with you. I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t know what day it is when we’re through.”

Without giving her a second to respond, his hands gripped the back of her thighs, yanking her up to her knees, her ass high in the air. And then with one thrust, he buried himself deep inside her walls.

Every ounce of air in her lungs was pushed out in a loud exhale, as arousal rushed through her body, demanding to be released.

“Oh shit. You feel…so goddamned good.”

Jackson groaned loudly, his fingers in a vice like grip on her hips, his movements wild and rough. There was no stopping their momentum, as if he had just unleashed the beast from inside him. Just when she thought he was buried as deep as he could go, he’d pull all the way out before sliding in again, hitting her in a way that had her gasping for air. And then he’d slow it down so she could feel every agonizingly beautiful inch of him, before he’d slam it home again.

“Jax, Jax…don’t stop.” Her tone was desperate and breathy, like she’d climbed the highest mountain and was working to summit the top.

He leaned over her shoulder, his mouth next to her ear. “Be a good girl and touch yourself. Feel how wet you are. I want you to get yourself off while I’m fucking you.”

God, she loved this side of Jackson. He invaded all her senses, taking control of her and her pleasure, where most men she’d been with didn’t give a shit if she made her way to the promised-land while they got their own rocks off. But Jackson made it his mission to make her feel good. He put her needs first, before his own – and that right there was the biggest turn on of them all.

Sasha glanced behind her and did as she was told, slipping her index and ring fingers against her swollen nub, the slickness of her heat the evidence of how turned on she was. And how close she was to losing her mind. She couldn’t remember it ever feeling this good.

“Come on, Sash. I can feel it…you’re almost there. Fucking get there before I lose it.”

Jackson pounded into her, the sound of slapping skin and their bodies coming together like an orchestra of sensual music, mixed with their heavy breathing. It was beautiful.

Sasha closed her eyes tight, the edges of sight slowly being consumed by the white dots of ecstasy. She screamed out his name as her muscles tensed around him, spasms of pleasure gripping his cock, giving everything she had up to him as she let go of her control. Her head dropped low between her elbows, her breath coming out in shallow pants against the sheets.

Jackson soon followed with his own shout of release, one hand tightly gripping her hip and the other laid out against her bare back, sliding over the sheen of sweat and heat. Thrusting one last time, his chest collapsed against her as he let out a long expletive, stilling against her as he came.

Neither of them spoke for several minutes, as Jackson rolled to his side, pulling her down with him, his semi-hard cock still buried inside her. Sasha felt a sudden peace descend over her, like a warm coat wrapped around her body in the dead of winter. Warding off the bitter chill of reality.

She must have sighed at the feeling of contentment because Jackson gave her a low chuckle in return, his warm breath skittering across her cheek.

“I agree,” he murmured against the skin of her shoulder, shifting his arm slightly under her head. “That was amazing. It feels so good. So right between us, Sash.”

What
? That wasn’t what her sigh meant. Was it? No, he was definitely mistaken.

Sasha moved away from, creating distance so their bodies were now separated, as she turned quickly to face him. He looked sleepy, well-fucked, and utterly gorgeous. The knowing grin on his face had her wanting to smack it off…or lick it off.
Gah
. He confused the hell out of her. How could he do that with just a dopey smile?

“You need to understand something here, Rowdy,” she protested, poking her index finger into his smooth, hard chest. “This is just sex. It might be fantastically great sex, but that’s all it is.”