I rolled my eyes, but my heart started beating faster. "Yeah? Then why were you ignoring me all day?"
He looked taken aback. "Ignoring you? Is that really what this is about?"
"In the hot tub, you looked at me with disgust and left me without saying a word after we . . . after what we did."
"What? No . . . no." His expression looked pained. "Riley, I’d never look at you with disgust. You’re gorgeous."
"Then what was it?"
"Something changed," he said, momentarily averting his gaze. "I don’t know. When I was looking at you, I felt . . ." His eyes softened, and he shifted, seeming uncomfortable with what he wanted to express. After a pause he said, "I felt I had to do this." He gestured to the room around us. "It took some effort to get all this done, Riley. I had to arrange it quickly, and I couldn’t exactly do it with you in the room."
I stared at him for a moment before the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Jax had put a lot of energy into planning tonight—he’d been doing exactly the opposite of ignoring me, and I hadn’t been able to see it because I’d been so worried about the way he’d treated me before the show. Which meant I’d been the jerk, not him.
I took another look at the lavish room and the food before me. Suddenly, it didn’t seem like a game. It seemed like he’d tried to make a fantasy come to life. Given different circumstances, an act like this would have made me throw my panties onto the nearest lampshade but things between Jax and me were complicated.
"Jax, I—this is . . . incredible. Really, it is. The room, all of it, it’s amazing," I said softly. "But it doesn’t change things between us. We’re still not having sex."
He brought a hand to my hair and brushed a strand away from my face. The soft touch of his fingers sent a warm shiver through me. "It changes one thing," he said. "I haven’t forgotten what you said when you agreed to sleep in my bed—that we wouldn’t have sex there. Well . . . we’re not there, now."
It was hard to even think with his hand in my hair and his beautiful face so close. I knew I should’ve moved away, but I didn’t. "There’s something you have to understand, Jax," I protested. "Masturbation is one thing. That’s just us getting out our sexual frustrations. But sex, real sex, is something else entirely. Sex changes things."
His dark eyes burned into mine, sending a flutter into my stomach. "So you’re going to miss out on the best fuck of either of our lives, just because you’re afraid of change."
The offer was tempting—especially coming from Jax’s full, luscious lips. But after the talks we’d had, the connection I’d felt with Jax in his room, becoming fuck buddies would almost seem like a step backwards.
"I’m not opposed to casual sex," I said, averting my eyes from his gaze. "But things aren’t casual between us. Not anymore."
He slid a finger underneath my chin and gently moved it upward, forcing me to look at his face again. "Listen to me carefully, Riley," he said. "Casual sex is what I have with groupies. It’s something I haven’t done in a while."
"But what ab—"
"Let me finish." His voice was rough. "Whether you say yes or no tonight, there won’t be any groupies—not as long as you’re around. Since the moment I saw you, I’ve wanted you. No one else."
I stared at him, wide-eyed and confused. Could he mean it? I felt a tremble of arousal start in my body, something I couldn’t control or conceal. "You mean, since the tour started, you haven’t . . . "
"No," he said, his voice low and dark-tinged. "Not once."
For a manwhore like Jax to ignore the groupies at the crazy shows we’d been to . . . it was one hell of a compliment, if it was true. My mouth felt dry, and it was hard to even speak. Desire, more intense than I’d ever felt, pulsed through my veins.
"I don’t know what to say," I whispered, afraid to give voice to the burning, raging need I felt in my core.
"Then don’t say anything," he said hoarsely. "Give me that after-show kiss you owe me."
My eyes closed and my lips turned upward waiting for his kiss. I felt his mouth just inches from mine . . .
And then felt his lips move to my neck, hovering a fraction of an inch above my skin. His hot breath sent flutters of aching sensation through me, and I yearned for the feel of his lips on my body. I heard a soft sigh, heavy with desire, and only realized a moment later that the sound had come from my own mouth.
I felt Jax’s hand against my bare back, beneath my shirt, and gasped as I felt him unhook my bra. He took his mouth away from my neck and brought his hands to my collar, unbuttoning the front of my shirt. I stopped his hand with mine. "Wait," I said, breathless. "What happened to the kiss?"
"You didn’t say where I could kiss you," he said, trailing his index finger along my side. "I’m still trying to make up my mind." He gently took my hand away, undid the buttons, and slid the shirt off my torso. Already unhooked, the bra fell from my shoulders onto the floor.
I brought my hands to my breasts to cover myself by instinct, but Jax shook his head and firmly drew them away, leaving me exposed. Bending down until his face was inches from my chest, he turned his eyes upward to look at me.
My nipples stood erect, almost painful with arousal as Jax’s open mouth moved toward one. His open mouth lingered just above my nipple, almost touching—but not quite. I sucked in air as the aching need between my legs reached a fever pitch.
"Mmm. Tempting," he said. "But maybe . . ."
I felt the soft caress of his fingers on my back, and then there was a sound. My zipper! Before I could say anything, I felt a firm tug, and my skirt fell to my ankles, along with my underwear.
I realized suddenly that I was totally naked in front of him—even though he still had all his clothes on. He dropped to his knees, his mouth inches from my thighs, and my eyes grew wide. He looked up and down my body with a ravenous hunger that frightened me even as it turned me on.
"What are you—"
He brought his mouth to my inner thigh, then slowly moved it upward. "I think I’ve made my decision," he said, his hands caressing my thighs as he looked up at me.
I realized what he meant instantly, and my hand slid down in front of me, embarrassed. "No, Jax, you can’t," I said, hurriedly. "I haven’t showered all day."
His scarred eyebrow raised, and a half-smirk grew on his face. Closing his eyes, he brought his face between my thighs and inhaled deeply. "Good. Better. I like you this way."
I felt a flush spreading through my body and then I felt his lips, pressing against the softness between my thighs. A pang of arousal radiated through my skin as his tongue stroked against me, and I felt myself shudder with lust.
Then he took his mouth away and stood up, licking his lips. "I think I made the right decision about where to kiss you," he purred. Wild with desire, I moaned in a wordless reply.
"Lay down on the bed, Riley," he said, but I felt frozen to the floor, shivering at the absence of his lips.
Did he think that’s all it would take? I looked at the round bed, lit softly in the bedroom a few yards away. "We’re not going to—"
He shook his head. Holding my upper arms, he took a step forward, making me take one backwards, toward the bed. His voice more forceful, he commanded, "Lay down on the bed. You got to eat what you wanted. Now it’s my turn."
The urgency in his voice made the wetness between my thighs even more intense, but I still felt the faint tug of embarrassment holding me back. "I’ve never had a guy start out with this before," I whispered nervously to him as he walked me back toward the immense round bed.
"Even better. Don’t deny that you want it. I can feel it." He stopped stepping forward for a moment and brought a hand down to the cleft between my thighs, then drew his finger through, making me gasp.
When he pulled it away, it was slick and glistening. "You can’t deny it. Not when you’re dripping wet for me."
The bed was only a few feet behind us, now, and I looked up into Jax’s eyes, crazy with need. "I do want it," I breat
hed. "I want your mouth."
"Good," he said, beads of sweat forming on his sun-kissed forehead. "Now, lay down."
I lowered myself onto the bed and closed my eyes. Jax’s hands pushed my thighs apart with a surprising gentleness, and I felt his tongue press against my slit slowly, almost tenderly.
"Jax," I moaned, "that's incredible." His mouth trailed in a line that sent shocks of pure pleasure all the way to my fingers and toes.
"You’re perfect, Riley," he murmured. "So beautiful and pink . . . and so wet for my touch."
I whimpered, and his mouth probed more hungrily, his tongue smooth, circling ever-tighter, focused at the center of my desire.
My hands clutched at the plush red bedspread beneath us, and Jax slid his tongue to the side, licking and nuzzling until I felt like I would melt. Tiny, teasing motions drew out my sensation, sending urgent flutters rippling to my fingers and toes.
"Your mouth . . . God, Jax, what are you doing?" I moaned, my entire body trembling at the tortuous brush of his lips.
"My voice is my instrument." He spoke against my skin, each murmured syllable a deep vibration that made my back arch with pleasure. "Knowing how to use my mouth is my job."
My clit throbbed as his tongue swirled against it, each movement more intricate than the last. Shaking, I felt my body clench, craving release.
"Please, Jax," I gasped, straining toward his mouth, "I need more, please, give me more . . ."
The velvety heat of his tongue pierced into me, and my hands clutched his dark hair as I cried out. Crazed with desire, my hands fisted in his hair, pulling it as he went deeper, harder.
As I cried out, he drew his tongue back to my clit, pushing against it with a raw, primitive rhythm. Each new sensation brought me closer to the carnal chaos I craved.
His lips held my clit, moving quickly. The trembling, head to toe, was unbearable now, Jax’s tongue pushing me over the edge, my face contorting with wild, animal need . . .
Yes. Now. Jax, please, now, yes, yes yes YES . . .
Climax—intense, explosive, primal—seized my quaking body and didn’t let go.
Thrashing against the bed, unable to control the spasms coursing through every nerve, I clung to his hair and screamed Jax’s name.
Chapter Seventeen
DEEP
His tongue lapped slowly against me as the shaking subsided. When I finally let go of his hair, he crawled into the bed next to me and laid down. I turned to face him and saw that he looked utterly contented.
"Jesus, Jax." I turned to him, still feeling aftershocks pulsating through my body. "That was the best head I’ve ever gotten."
His mouth spread into a blissful smile. "Let me try again. I’ll see if I can do better."
I laughed. "Is this part of the rock 'n' roll lifestyle, too?"
"For you? You’d better believe it," he said, his eyes teasing wickedly.
I’d never seen him look so at ease. My gaze slid over his long, lean torso, and a wave of sudden warmth bolted through my body, centered where Jax’s tongue had been. Even clothed, he was like a statue—lean, muscled, all sinew and strength. Then, as my eyes crept lower, I noticed his erection, long, thick and so hard it threatened to burst from his pants. "And what’s that a part of?" I asked as I looked, my eyebrow playfully raised.
Jax smirked. "That’s part of having an irresistible redhead in my bed."
The heat between my legs intensified, but I realized I hadn’t prepared for a night like this—in any way at all. "You’re making me wish I had my purse," I said ruefully.
"But you do have your purse." He propped himself up on an elbow. "I had it brought up from the bus during the concert. Check your bedside table."
He brought my purse? "You thought of everything," I said, surprised.
His burning eyes searched over me. "All I think about is you." His tone was so low and intimate that I blushed and turned away to look in the table drawers.
My bag was in the top one, and I rooted through it with nimble fingers, searching for something I’d never expected to use during the tour.
"There we go," I said triumphantly, pinching the foil square between my fingers.
Did he see what I grabbed? I looked back toward Jax, but he was facing away, taking off his shirt. His muscles looked incredible under the golden glow of the fantasy suite bedroom. It was like I’d found a Greek god, lounging in the improbably oversized round bed. Then again, maybe he looked even better. The Greek gods never knew what perfectly tight denim could do for a guy’s perfectly tight ass.
I couldn’t help it—I licked my lips.
He looked over toward me, and his eyebrow lifted with recognition as he saw the condom wrapper. "Give that to me." He reached out for the packet, but I held it out of reach.
"Not a chance," I said, opening the wrapper as I nodded toward his dark-washed jeans. "Just take those off."
"I thought you didn’t want to fuck," he teased, his eyes gleaming as he peeled the tight denim off his body.
"You changed my mind," I said, trailing a finger along his taut abs. Tracing slowly with my fingertip, I drew a line downward, past the perfect triangle of his pelvis, and ending only when I reached the tip of his cock.
He sucked in his breath, and his thick cock throbbed in front of me. I smiled—I’d learned a few tricks about how to make a guy remember his first time with me, and if Jax and I were going to do this, I wanted it to be totally unforgettable. Putting the condom between my thumb and forefinger, I rolled it slowly over him, feeling myself get wetter by the moment. Jax moved as if he thought he’d climb on top of me, but I stopped him.
"No," I said, looking down at him as my fingers stroked idly along his cock. "It’s your turn to lay back and let me work my instrument."
He looked for a moment like he would object, but then shook his head with a short, staccato laugh. "Fuck. How can I say no to that?"
I’d wanted to do this for so long—I ached to feel him inside me, and I couldn’t hold back any more. As he lay down on his back, I straddled him and lowered myself gently, feeling myself stretch to fit him inside me.
He was big—massively thick, enough that it almost hurt as he buried himself deeper into me. I cried out as I felt his length slide further, but I couldn’t stop. I didn’t want to.
I just wanted more.
I rocked against him, feeling myself pulsing around his thick erection, every inch sending shocks of sensation all the way to my fingertips. My hips moved faster, more urgently, and I felt Jax’s palms clenching around them. "Slow," he gasped, his strong hands holding my body still even as I tried to keep up the same frantic pace. "God, Riley, please go slow."
"Too intense for you?" I said, my voice breathless as I pressed myself against him harder, taking him deeper into me than before.
"No, I just want to feel you—all of you." His body rose, impaling me on his cock until I almost screamed.
"God, yes," I cried, quickening my rhythm. "Just like that, Jax."
"I want you to feel me, Riley," he said, forcing my hips down until shudders of ecstasy ran through me. "Every inch, to the hilt. I want you filled with me, more than you’ve ever been filled in your life."
Jax’s cock had felt intense when I’d ridden him fast, but his new, slower rhythm sent fiery, raw need flaming into every part of me. His raw, languid strokes made me inhale sharply with every thrust, and I writhed over him, my hands gripping against his thighs as my spine arched backwards. "Oh my god, Jax, it’s almost too much."
"But only almost," he said with another thrust that caught me by surprise. I screamed, and immediately covered my mouth so no one else in the hotel would hear me.
Jax smiled and sat up in a fluid motion. Suddenly we were sitting, face to face, with his cock so deep inside me that all I could do was writhe and moan. "Don’t cover that gorgeous mouth, Riley," he said, taking my hands away. "I want to hear you. Let it out."
Wrapping my legs around his torso, I looked into his eyes. The hea
t of his body was consuming me from inside, but his face was surprisingly tender. "Oh god," I said. "Jax, you’re so deep in me, it almost hurts."
He stroked my cheek in time with slow thrusts. "Relax. Keep your eyes open, Riley."
Struggling against myself, I felt another climax fighting to the surface. I gripped the skin of Jax’s back, my nails digging into flesh. His face was beaded with sweat, and I could feel his breath, hot and hoarse, with every thrust.
As he rammed harder and harder, I stopped caring if anyone heard me. Screaming out at the top of my lungs with each thrust, I felt my body clenching, reaching, blending with his body until I didn’t know whether the ragged breaths I heard were mine or his.
"God, Riley, yes, that’s it," Jax rasped. "Just like that, so tight around me . . . I think I’m going to . . ."
"Yes!" I grabbed his hair as I felt his body start to spasm, and my orgasm pushed upwards into me, dragging us into feral, primitive sensation, our cries mingling and echoing from the suite walls as he pumped, again and again, into my hungry wetness.
Closing my eyes, I crumpled onto Jax’s sweat dampened chest, my breath shaking.
Holy fuck. Flickers of pleasure lingered as I pressed my cheek against his skin, sending cresting waves through my body.
As I listened to his heartbeat, erratic and fast, a flash of post-orgasmic sobriety suddenly made me self-conscious. What did we just do?
I’d given Jax what he wanted but what if that was a mistake? If I was just a conquest, he’d won. I was conquered. Is this where he tells me it was all just a game?
He spoke softly, his baritone resonating through my body. "I’ve been wanting to feel that since the first night I saw you at my show."
I searched his dark eyes. When I saw in them the same look I’d seen in the hot tub last night, I realized that I’d been wrong all this time. It hadn’t been disgust or remorse that I’d seen; it had been a look of sober realization, that in the struggle to fight your feelings for someone, you ended up falling harder than you ever could’ve expected. I knew it had to have been that because the look in his eyes reflected exactly the way I felt about him at this moment.