Jaxi wiggled up to a kneeling position, her face burning with heat.
He laughed. “Look at you. Flushed and eager. I know damn well you’ve already seen me naked, so don’t you turn away or try to get shy.”
He popped open the button on his jeans, and her heart beat faster.
“Can I help?” She couldn’t take her gaze off his hands as they peeled back the zipper and opened his jeans.
“Not this time. You touch me, and we’ll be rushing places you’re not ready for. So, no man’s ever kissed your pussy?”
He dropped his jeans. His boxer briefs were wet, a dark patch showing against the front.
“Hey, Slick.”
Jaxi dragged her gaze back to his face with effort.
“Damn, you’ve got the biggest eyes. You going to tell me what I need to know?” He unbuttoned his shirt slowly, the rustle of fabric loud in the quiet room. He pulled it off and grasped the bottom of his T-shirt, his hard abs appearing bit by bit as he lifted the material over his head.
He stripped off his boxers and then, glory be, sat naked in the chair, his muscles shifting as he leaned back to get comfortable and let her look him over. Jaxi had enjoyed her little voyeur trip the other day, but it was nothing compared to gazing at Blake Coleman, gloriously naked, three feet away from her. She admired the muscles in his arms, on his chest, the ridges of his abdomen, the firm strength of his thighs. All there while he showed himself off like a prize bull.
His cock rose from his lap, tapping toward the six-pack of his abdomen. Jaxi could barely breathe for wanting to touch.
To taste.
Blake rose to his feet and prowled his way to the bed, his cock aimed like an arrow at her. She scooted backward, never taking her gaze off him, as he dropped to his knees and crawled toward her.
“Lay on the bed, hands by your sides.”
A thrill shot through her at the tone in his voice. She’d suspected being ordered around by him would turn her on. She lay back and pressed her palms to the quilt.
Blake suspended his body over hers, his legs straddling her knees. He was far enough away the heat of his body was a soft caress, a mere hint of energy radiating toward her.
He lowered a hand to touch her body. One finger.
Over her lips.
“You’ve kissed a few boys, haven’t you?”
“Not many. But yeah, I’ve been kissed.”
His chuckle echoed in the hushed room. “You’ve kissed all my brothers from what I heard.”
Jaxi flicked her tongue against his fingertip as he traced her lips again and again. “I kissed them or they kissed me. That’s all. No one else.”
Blake’s mouth descended slowly, brushing her mouth with a butterfly stroke. “I’m the only Coleman you going to kiss from here on, understand?”
Jaxi strained upward, trying to regain his lips from where they hovered inches above hers.
“Not until you say it. Your mouth is mine. Kisses only for me.”
She was going to die if she didn’t get his mouth on hers now. “Yours. Only for you.”
Blake gave no room for retreat as he demanded a response, feasting, licking and sucking until she was left utterly breathless. Her hands rose to his neck, slicking through his short hair before he jerked back.
“Hands to the bed, I’m not done with my questions.”
Jaxi dragged her nails over his back as she dropped her arms.
“You touch me and I stop. Now, let’s see.” His finger was back again, tracing from her mouth, over the curve of her chin, down her neck. She shivered as he drew the fingertip over her breast, circling the tight peak lazily. “Such beautiful breasts. I saw them in the shower the other day, all wet and glistening, and I wanted to pluck these juicy tips like ripe berries. Tell me, who’s touched your breasts? Who’s sucked these pretty things with their mouths and made you squirm?”
Jaxi arched up, trying to get him to connect with more than her nipple. He continued his slow assault, the heat in his touch melting through her defenses.
“Couple boys touched me. Travis with his mouth. Jesse and Joel tonight with their hands over my dress.”
“Damn, my brothers have gotten more of you than they’re ever going to get again.” He lowered his head and licked the tip of her nipple. “Mine. These beauties are mine. Mine to hold and caress, mine to nibble and bite and—”
“Yours. Oh, please, put your mouth on me now,” she sobbed.
Blake covered her with his hand, smoothed her skin, dragging his palm over the rigid peak as he caressed her. He lapped at her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth as his fingers rolled over her belly to her lower lips.
“You tell me who’s touched this pretty pussy. You said no one’s kissed you there. Who’s had their hands on you, bringing you pleasure, besides me and Jesse?”
“Damn it, stop with the questions and give me what I need.” Jaxi arched hard, thrusting her hips against his hand. She was on fire, and he was keeping her at such a steady burn she was liable to pass out from need.
He lowered his body on top of hers, thigh to thigh, his cock hard on top of her curls and stomach, hot fluid painting her belly. He increased their body contact and the weight pressed her into the bed so slowly every inch of his skin heated her to the melting point.
“You’ve never let anyone inside, have you? You don’t know what it’s going to feel like to have my cock press you apart, stretch you wide while you squeeze me tight. You don’t know how good it’ll feel when I pump into you, hard and fast, and fill you up.”
Blake rocked his hips in short strokes, rubbing his shaft over her aching clit as she gasped and tried to press back for more. He stilled and she cried in loss. She wanted it all.
“No one’s ever made love to me.” She pulled her legs apart and sighed as he settled more firmly, his cock nestled tight against her aching core.
“Tell me why you’re still a virgin, Slick. It ain’t because you’ve never been asked.”
Jaxi hesitated, then simply told the truth.
“I wanted you. And you never asked until now.”
Blake dragged himself down her body, panting as he fought to maintain control. His forbidden fantasies, all the things he’d longed for, were coming true. His body sang with pleasure, his mind barely able to comprehend this was really happening. She was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen, and in moments, she’d be all his. Not shared with his brothers like the stolen kisses of youth.
Just sweet, ripe fruit—mature pleasure shared between a man and woman.
He wouldn’t last much longer. As much as he wanted to nibble every inch of her skin, as much as he needed to suck those firm breasts, he needed to be inside her more.
He wasn’t going to do that until she was good and ready for him.
Blake pressed her legs farther apart with his shoulders and stared at her swollen lips peeking through the blonde curls. Moisture beaded there, a hot, sweet aroma rising to his nose. He used one finger to gently open her, and the pink folds of her labia bloomed in front of him.
He lowered his mouth and licked, tasting her cream, covering her with the warmth of his mouth as his tongue slicked up the other side. Jaxi made little noises of pleasure, her hips moving with her excitement, and he pressed one hand across her hips to lock her in place on the bed.
Blake swept over her again, concentrating on lapping every inch of smooth skin inside and out of the soft petals of her lips. He thrust his tongue into her core as far as it would go. Her body responded like he’d blown on coals, heat pouring from her as she cried out.