The Next Contestant (39 page)

I gasp when he moves the opposite hand along the crease, and lingers at the tight rim… I suck in a deep breath and pull forward, away from the intrusion, but he’s lightening quick, his hand grabbing my hip and pulling me back. Before I can protest, he slides his fingers on each side of my folds. His head, his mouth, his lips, warm against my back.

“Fuck, you’re wet. You want this?” he says, his voice heavy and gritty. “Tell me you want this.”

I tense at his words, reminded of the videos, the game.

“Kimber,” he whispers and kisses my ear. “This is me. This is real. I want you so goddamn bad.” And then he moves his fingers, sliding one, then two inside of me, and with his other hand, his finger swirls, and press firmly against my clit.

My undoing. “Yes,” I moan. “I want you, Jax.”

“Fu—” he groans, his teeth grazing the skin of my back. He pushes his fingers in deeper, crooking them, then twisting a little this way, that way, in and out all while pinching, pulling, and rubbing my clit with the other hand, using the perfect amount of pressure. The combination of his hands working my g-spot and my clit has me pushing back into him.

He stops abruptly, pulling his hands away. But when I look over my shoulder, I catch him admiring my fully exposed position. Glancing up, his blue eyes lock with mine. “Pull your other leg on the bed. I want you on all four, head down, back arched.”

Holy hell!
I do as he says, but my eyes are glued to his hand that firmly strokes his very thick, erect, and lengthy shaft. The thought of him inside me has pleasure coursing through me. He’s… huge. It’s not as if I didn’t know this, really, but he’s never taken me this way.

The bed dips and just when I’m thinking he’s going to push into me, I feel the warmth of his mouth between my legs, sucking my pussy, his tongue sliding from my clit to my center.

Oh god!
He’s fucking me with his tongue. I shudder.

He crawls up behind me, his hands caressing my thighs, my ass, and then he presses his palm against my spine, urging my shoulders and head down. I go with it, my ass in the air, his hands grabbing at my hips, gliding forward, and back, grasping them firmly at the crest of my hips. He sways my hips up and down, and god, it feels so good, the way he’s doing this, his erection pressed firmly between my pussy and ass, but not entering.

“Fuck, I love your tight little pussy.” He dips a finger between my folds. “Tight, warm, little wet pussy.”

He cups my ass, slides his thumb toward—startled, I lift up on my elbows. Heat shoots through me, embarrassment flushes my skin. “What’re you do—”

“Shh.” He pulls up slightly, presses a palm against my back, and gently pushes me back down.

“Don’t think about it. Just feel it, let me explore every inch of you.” Then he drops down between my legs, and before I can stop him, he drags his tongue in one long stroke over the aroused bundle of nerves, through the folds, and along the tight ring. My hips jerk and then he does it again and again and I let go, arching my back, rocking against his mouth, his wet hot tongue. He moans, wraps his fingers around my thighs, pulling me closer, his mouth hungry and urgent, pressing harder, burying his tongue inside me as far as it will go, his lower teeth grazing my clit.

He slips one finger inside me, then another and pumps them in and out, rubs my clit, then slips them back in. He does this repeatedly, wrenching a moan out of me as my body tingles on the brink of an orgasm.

The moment his wet fingers slip out and press firmly against the tight ring of muscle, I instinctively lurch forward but he grips my hip and pulls me back. I want to protest but more than that, I want to please him so I bite my lip and allow him to rub his wet finger over it. Applying more pressure, he breaches the opening and fuck if it doesn’t burn. I clench against the intrusion.

Jax releases my hip and slides the palm of his hand slowly over my abdomen, down between my parted legs and his fingers rub a tantalizing friction over my nub.

I gasp when he penetrates the opening again but the sensations he’s creating, the pressure on my clit, inside the tight ring, has me panting and shaking.

Abruptly, he stops his glorious assault, shifts behind me, and pulls me upright. We’re on our knees, the warmth of his chest pressing against my back.

His hands slowly trace a path over my thighs, hips, and belly. Seeking my hands, he laces his fingers with mine and quickly gathers them up between my breasts. Jax’s lips are at the shell of my ear. “Tell me you didn’t let any of the guys you paraded around with slip inside of you.”

Seriously! He’s asking me this now?

I struggle to break free of his grip but he only tightens it. “I can’t believe you have the nerve to ask me that! No. I never let them touch me the way you’re suggesting. I…” I swallow harshly, all the heartache, want, and jealousy ripping through me.

“You what, baby?” he whispers against my neck. I can’t tell him how I feel, how much I ached for him, the loss of him, and not knowing if this moment is again, temporary. How it will kill me if tomorrow he takes me home, that if he doesn’t feel the same for me as I feel for him, the devastation he’ll bestow upon me might kill me.

“Baby?” He breathes into my hair and hugs me tighter. “Talk to me.”

If I speak, I’ll break down and cry. I shake my head in response.

He relaxes his hold on me. “I was ridiculously jealous. I deserved it, I know that. But I was confused, not about you, but how to deal with the situation without ruining my future. I went about it all wrong and I only pray I didn’t lose you because…” his voice drops a couple octaves and he feathers kisses along my neck. Grasping my chin in his hand, he arches my head back and stares into my eyes. “I love you, Kimber. I fucking love the shit out of you. I couldn’t be with anyone else, not after meeting you, and not even when I learned the truth. I only kissed that bitch to attempt to push you out of my head. Goddammit. I was jealous, but kissing her was… wrong, awful, and I felt disgusted with myself, because I couldn’t have you.”

He had me at “I love you, Kimber” and I can’t help the tears of pure, unabashed happiness sprinkling down my cheeks. Brushing his thumb across my lips, he leans down and ever so gently brushes his lips over mine. He kisses me slowly, passionately, and then desperately, as if he can’t get enough of me.

Pulling back, he breaks the kiss and runs his palms down my arms. “I think… I hope….” He pauses as if searching for the right words. “Do you feel the same for me?” he asks and in his eyes I see desperation, hope, and… love.

“Yes…” I whisper so low I’m not sure he hears me. “I love you wholeheartedly.”
With every beat of my heart, with every breath I take, I love you, Jax.

Grasping my shoulders, he shifts them and urges me to turn around. I oblige and now we’re still on our knees, but facing each other. Jax moves his hands strongly over my chest and lightly bites my shoulder… his palm slides down my side, across my hip and his fingers find the bundle of nerves. He strokes and pinches it between his fingers and he kisses me again as a finger slides between my slick skin. Opening my eyes, I catch him as he watches my breathless reaction when he presses his finger inside me. Passion floods his eyes and he proceeds to slip another inside. His kisses speed up to match the pace of his fingers.

Every cell in my body is in an uproar with his skilled assault. I wrap my arms around him and pull him closer, dragging my hands up and down his back.

Jax presses his palm against me and crooks his fingers causing sensations to explode inside of me. I moan and writhe against his hand as he kisses along and below my ear. The length of him presses against my abdomen and I wrap myself around him, wanting him closer.

Kneading his fingers in my hair, he kisses me fervently before laying me back on the bed.

Every part of my body shivers anxiously as Jax slowly makes his way down, kissing and tasting my neck and chest. His lips feel warm and wonderful, and taunting, making me beg for more. Heated, I run my hands over every muscled inch of him. I close my eyes as my emotions run high thinking about Jax being inside of me, knowing he loves me.

My mind and body beg to bend into him. I lose myself, and soft moans escape my lips with his gentle caresses. He strokes my cleft, squeezes and then gently prods. I want him. I want him more when his fingers follow the crease over the curve and he spreads the outer lips of my sex. Desire penetrates when his fingers greet the little knot of pleasure, and I purr at his touch. He fondles incessantly and it feels so good.

“Spread your legs,” he whispers. His throbbing excitement brushes against my inner thigh, and I part my legs a little further.

“More,” he grunts and I oblige. I shiver uncontrollably when he takes his position between my open thighs.

“Kimber,” he says as he holds me firmly. “God, you feel so…,” he pushes smoothly inside of me. “… So unbelievably good.” And then he groans, loudly.

My breath hitches; I gasp with pure bliss.

He stills, and a deep moan escapes him. Pressing his forehead against mine, he stares into my eyes. Palming my face, he brushes his thumbs delicately along my cheeks, lips, and pauses momentarily before greeting me with a long, sensual kiss.

He begins to move his hips and I follow, arching into him. We move together … slow, deep and then he nearly pulls out but then he thrust deep inside of me, and god, the noises, the moans coming from him, the glorious way he circles his hips, has me grunting to the point I’d normally be embarrassed, but the intensity, the sensations he’s creating within me as our bodies writhe against each other is too unbelievably good to hold back. The escalating and dipping sensations, the silkiness of his breath against my skin has me reaching for him and pulling him close as we sail into ecstasy—so passionate and breathtaking, so incredible.

I cry out, “God Jax, oh god….” He goes so deep my entire body shudders with the most incredible orgasm and he follows, his beautiful features as he watches me and I watch him… his lips parting, his eyes rolling back, his hips thrusting faster until the warmth of his own orgasm spills into me.

Jax collapses on top of me, holding his weight with his arms placed firmly at my shoulders, cocooning me. We’re panting breathlessly staring into each other’s eyes. His lips sink against mine, graceful and undemanding.

“God, Kimber… that was—”

“Incredible,” I finish for him.

“Yes, and I fucking love you. You hear me? I love every single inch of you.”

“I love you too, Jax.”

I fall asleep in his arms not too long after, sated, happy, and totally in love.

THE SUN BELTING
in brightly through the small gape in the curtains wakes me. Rolling over, I reach over to wrap my arm around Kimber, but find her space is vacant. After rubbing my eyes to clear the fog, I hear the spray of water hitting the shower walls. I push out of bed, make my way into the bathroom, brush my teeth, and take a leak.

I pause at the shower door to watch her sexy ass as she shaves her legs, unaware of my presence. My thoughts take me to a foreign place. Sure, I’ve thought about it; a wife and kids, but never imagined who it would be. I’d wondered about Ellery, but something was always missing.

Kimber startles, the razor falling out of her hand, at the sound of the shower door opening. Before she can get a word in, I grasp her face and drag her into me. Her mouth opens but I cut her off by kissing her senseless. She wraps her arms around my chest, bringing us closer.

Breaking the kiss, I grin down at her and step into the warm spray of water. Without a word, she turns, bends down to retrieve the razor, and shit if I don’t want to grab her hips and take her from behind. I have a clear shot of her ass and pussy. I groan loudly and close my eyes. When I open them again, Kimber is shaving but the grin on her face is not lost on me. She did that on purpose.

After I’ve managed to calm the hell down, tame the erection, I go about washing my hair. After I rinse the shampoo out, I stumble forward when Kimber pushes me out of the way to rinse herself off. She’s quick and exits the shower before I can retort some smartass comment.

I like the fact that Kimber is obviously comfortable in my home, as if she knows she belongs here. She has a towel wrapped around her head and she’s drying off her legs with another. I step out of the shower and quickly dry off.

I find Kimber in my room standing in front of the full-length mirror on my closet door, shaking the towel off her head.

A sweet smile spreads across her make-up free face and she’s fucking beautiful. Stepping behind her, I drop my towel, wrap my arms around her and tug her towel loose. She gasps as it falls to the floor. Pushing her wet locks aside, I kiss her bare shoulders, her neck, and nip at her earlobe. Running my hands over her firm breasts, I squeeze gently before trailing my palms down her soft skin.

Her soft breaths and the dampness between her legs tells me she wants me as much as I want her. I sink us down to our knees and part her legs so she’s straddling my thighs. I grab my cock and rub it between her pussy. She’s watching me in the mirror and fuck if it isn’t erotic. When she attempts to close her eyes, I stop moving.