From Rags

  “Jaxx, I mean it, you have to stop or I’ll blow my load right now.”

  “Good,” she hummed.

  The hum vibrated along his cock, dragging at his self-control. That was it, he was gone. Fisting his hand even tighter in her hair, he lifted his hips and erupted into her mouth with a loud, guttural groan. She continued sucking, milking him of every last drop as he pulsed incessantly inside her. Then the mental bitch sat up, took a deep breath and faced forward to gaze out the window as if she hadn’t just given him the best blowjob of his life. His half-promise half-threat came out in a gruff voice. “You should now right now that I’m going to fuck you ’til you can’t think straight once we get to my apartment.”

  Connor wasn’t oblivious to the looks they received when they hastened into his building a few minutes later. The doorman, Henry, looked at him with surprise then realisation and approval. Connor knew why: he never brought a woman back to his apartment. It seemed that Henry was an admirer of Jaxx’s because apparently the fact that it was Jaxxon Carter the model made it all make sense. He wanted to tell Henry that he was only bringing her here because his apartment was nearer than hers, that it was nothing to do with the puzzling, primal urge to have her in his home.

  Admiring looks followed Jaxx with every step she took. The security guards practically drooled and even the female receptionist looked a little mesmerised. Jaxx, however, was as totally oblivious as ever to her effect on people. Two feelings battled for dominance within Connor; frustration at the blatant ogling going on like he wasn’t there, and satisfaction at seeing people want so desperately what was his.

  If there hadn’t been people in the lift with them, there was a good chance that the shedding of clothes would have started then. Although emptying himself into her mouth had calmed his frenzied state, his need for her still hammered at him. So much so that he wasn’t able to refrain from pressing his front to her back and reaching around to briefly cup her, loving her answering shudder. He couldn’t bring himself to care that one of the blokes in the lift had caught the movement and was staring at them, his expression hoping there was more to see. Why disappoint the man? This time he cupped a breast briefly. Jaxx, completely oblivious to their peeping tom, subtly rubbed her arse against his ever-hard bulge. Connor punishingly bit her ear so she retaliated by reaching around and pinching his arse.

  Had the lift always been this slow? “We should have taken the stairs,” he muttered. To the ninth floor? Not likely. He ignored the knowing chuckles of those around them.

  As the doors opened at the seventh floor, Jaxxon held them open. “I’ll tell you what, McKenzie, let’s hit the stairs. Whoever gets to the ninth first gets to be on top.”

  For a second he didn’t breathe. “You’re on, Carter.”

  Jaxxon could barely walk for laughing as Connor attacked the flights of stairs like a rocket. He must have tired of waiting because he came back looking for her, finding her on the eighth still giggling. He more or less dragged her the rest of the way up. They darted to the door of his apartment like they were being pursued by a knife-wielding madman…which was why Jaxxon was so taken aback when he didn’t jump her when they got inside. Instead, he stood staring at her, breathing hard. As she mirrored his stance and remained rooted to the spot, a part of her brain took notes on her surroundings. The interior was exactly like Connor; masculine, bold and stylish. The place was a hell of a lot bigger than her apartment. The balcony was a surprise.

  Moments went by and still he didn’t move. He was so still it was unnerving. She realised he was trying to retain some control. But she didn’t want him controlled, she wanted him the way he was the other night. So she did what would get any predator moving. She began to back away. Sure enough, with each step she took backwards Connor took one forwards.

  When the back of Jaxxon’s knees connected with something, effectively stopping her retreat, Connor was upon her. His hands dug into her hair as his lips took command of hers; taking the response he wanted. Each sweep of his tongue against hers sent tingling sensations shooting to her clit. He took the kiss deeper and deeper until he was practically drinking her into him. It both promised and warned her of what was to come. Without parting their lips, he took her by the waist and guided her around whatever had obstructed her backpedalling and then urged her to walk backwards…maybe they took a left somewhere. When he brought them to an abrupt halt, Jaxxon opened her eyes to find herself in – no surprise – his bedroom. Like the other parts of the interior she had glimpsed, the furnishings were all modern and masculine in design. Dominating this room was a big, hulky bed fit for a Sheikh. “Do you have a crown and a harem to go with that?”

  He laughed. “You won’t be taking the piss out of it when you’ve laid on it. It’s the softest thing ever.” He ran a fingertip down her cheek. “Except maybe for your skin…which I haven’t seen all of yet.” He raised her arms above her head then slid his hands down her arms to her stomach. Gathering the lacy, red fabric, he peeled the strappy top from her body. “Do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about stripping you like this?” He couldn’t resist thumbing her already taut nipples through the lacy bra. Tonight there would be no bra between his hands and those breasts that taunted him. He unclipped the offending contraption and whipped it from her. Then his breath left his lungs in a whoosh. Perfect, plump, high breasts with puckered tips greeted him.

  “Jaxx,” he breathed. The pants needed to go now so he could finally have her naked in front of him. When he let them pool at her feet he groaned. “You weren’t lying.” Commando. And bald. Jesus Christ. “Lie on the bed.” Having kicked off her shoes, she sensually climbed onto it with a catlike grace and sank back into the mattress with one leg out straight and the other bent at the knee. He swallowed heavily at the inviting, erotic, cock-torturing sight. Yes, this was how he had envisioned it would be; her laid out for him to explore and tease and pleasure until she sobbed for him to be inside her. Was that why his need for her was so great, because he had wanted and imagined having her for so long? If that was true, then maybe once he had lived out this very fantasy he could let her go, maybe –

  “Your turn to strip,” she announced, snapping him from his thoughts. Jaxxon was only barely resisting the urge to shyly shield herself from his heated gaze. Or to reach out and drag him to the bed. Either would do.

  “Not yet.”

  “I’m not being naked here all by myself, McKenzie. Get your kit off now.”

  Aroused by that assertive tone, he smiled and slowly shed his clothes until he was stood completely naked before her.

  Jaxxon’s mouth went dry at the vision in front of her. There didn’t seem to be a part of that blessed body that wasn’t toned. She loved that although he was muscly, he wasn’t stocky or beefy. No, he was just right. Better than ‘just right’. He was the personification of power and raw masculinity and, for tonight at least, he was all hers. His dick was, as usual, standing to attention. And what a dick it was. Looking at it now, she was amazed it had actually fit in her mouth. Involuntarily she licked her bottom lip. It was possible that Connor groaned but she was too engrossed at the sight of his tempting shaft to pay much attention.

  “Jaxx?”

  Her eyes remained glued on his dick. “Hmm?”

  “Jaxx, my face is up here.”

  “And your point is?” He laughed and then his face was suddenly in front of hers and his body pressed down on her as he kissed her wildly. She went to curl her arms around his neck but he took her wrists and placed them above her head.

  “No touching me yet. It’s my turn now. Keep your hands here.” This kiss was a goodbye kiss, because it would be a while before he was back to ravish those talented lips; he wanted to know this amazing body better than anyone ever had, better than even she knew it. With his hands, mouth, tongue and teeth, he proceeded to explore and pay homage to every inch of her, purposely skipping her breasts and between her thighs. He discovered other erogenous zones that he tormented and teas
ed. He also learned other things. He found that her neck was so unbelievably sensitive that he could have her bowing from the bed by just exploring that alone. He discovered that licking the length of her spine could make her shudder, laugh and moan all at the same time. And he also found that if he took too long to “get to the good parts” a string of curses would emit from her.

  “For God’s sake, Connor, will you leave my fucking belly button the fuck alone and either move up a fucking bit or down a fucking bit!” A moan of relief spilled from her when finally his hands possessively closed over her breasts as his mouth landed on a nipple and latched on tight. His hands massaged and kneaded while he suckled on the bud and then plucked at it with his teeth. Jaxxon moaned again as she felt a climax building. The bastard had subjected her to a sensual assault, rendering her a bomb waiting to go off.

  He lifted his head and pinned her with a look. “Don’t come yet.”

  “Like I can help it!” He smiled and it was too cocky and smug for her liking. “Oh you think this is funny, do you?” She abruptly curled her hand around his dick and stroked him. He groaned and she mimicked his smug grin.

  Connor placed her hands back above her head. “I told you, no touching me yet. You had your fun in the car.”

  “I also made you come.” He kept backing off every time she came close to the edge.

  His smile transformed from cocky to wicked. “You’re right. I’m being selfish. You want to come, I’ll make you come.” He slid down her body, nipping and sucking just because.

  One lash of his tongue to her clit had Jaxxon’s body bucking. His fingers parted her wet folds and he blew out a long breath, making her entire body quiver. Then he swept that tongue between her folds and swirled it around her clit. She was lost.

  “You taste so good,” he groaned. Pinning her restless hips to the bed, Connor feasted on her; lapping, suckling, licking, nipping. He continuously flicked the bud with the tip of his tongue, loving the sounds she made. He couldn’t resist biting on it gently. Then he plunged his tongue deep inside her and stabbed over and over.

  “Oh my God,” she rasped. Unconsciously she grabbed his head but he gently slapped her hands away and mumbled ‘Above your head’. The vibrations of his words rocketed up into her core and sent sizzles through her body. As he alternated between stabbing his tongue and swirling it around, wringing moans and gasps and words of encouragement from her, she held onto the headboard to anchor herself. He had totally overloaded her senses…and now he was doing something else oh so clever with that seriously talented tongue of his. Tremors were racking her. She was so close yet so far because he was dragging it out. “Connor,” she said in a cautioning tone.

  “Just a little longer, babe.” He couldn’t get enough of the taste of her.

  “No. I need to come now.” His onslaught continued. “Connor.”

  Connor speared a finger inside her and targeted her G-spot as his mouth latched onto her clit and suckled. She gave a loud cry as she came, shuddering and bucking. Her eyes were wild when she opened them again. They pulled at his soul, fired his blood and…there was another feeling but he didn’t want to examine it. He retrieved a condom from the bedside drawer, donned it quickly then settled his hips between her invitingly spread thighs. Locking one of his hands around both her wrists, he pinned them above her head and began to slowly work himself inside her. It was killing him to move slowly but she was so tight and he didn’t want to hurt her more than he already was.

  Jaxxon sucked in a breath as her muscles stretched to accommodate his girth. The pressure was unbelievably good, even with the burning; that edge of pain added to the pleasure like a cherry complimented a cake. Yes, the pain could stay. But this going slow business…that had to go. “You know, Connor, as big as your dick is, it’s not really the destructive weapon you apparently perceive it to be. And I’m no delicate flower of the north.”

  “Jaxx, you’re tight and I’m so hard it hurts. I want you screaming in pleasure, not pain.” He added in a low voice, “I hurt you last time.”

  “I liked it. I even relived the entire thing with my vibrator when I got home.”

  He groaned and dropped his forehead to hers. “Don’t start talking like that again. I’m hanging on by a very thin thread here.”

  She curled her legs around his hips. “If you won’t snap that thread, I will.”

  The second her teeth sank into the flesh of his shoulder he was a goner. “Fuck.” He slammed home and his groan mingled with hers. Her muscles clamped around him and it felt so good. Better than he remembered. Along with the pleasure was relief; he was finally inside her, finally where he needed to be. It was agony not moving. “Jaxx, you okay?”

  A good word to describe what she felt was ‘full’. So unbearably yet blissfully full. Her intense gaze pierced him. “Fuck me, Connor.”

  And there went his sanity. His control was utterly shattered; reason and rationality gone. His lips set in a merciless slash as he ruthlessly powered into her at a frenzied pace. “Is this what you want?” he gritted out in a harsh voice.

  “Yes,” she hissed. His mouth took hers in a hot, urgent, dominating kiss. She returned the kiss and drew his tongue into her mouth, teasingly sucking it just as she had his cock. Logic told Jaxxon that they were as close as it was possible for two people to be, and yet her body repeatedly writhed and twisted and arched beneath him in an anxious bid to be closer. He seemed to have the same frantic need as his hands grabbed, shaped, clutched, squeezed and kneaded her body like he was trying to mold her to him. It was like they were fevered with need, drugged by each other. The tension just continued to build inside her, winding her body tighter and tighter.

  Connor groaned as her nails dug into the flesh of his back. “That’s it, babe, scratch me.” The sweet pain had him driving into her impossibly harder, wrenching louder moans from her. He knew this was going beyond rough but he also knew nothing could make him stop. Every nerve ending was aflame with the skin-to-skin contact. Every sense was honed on Jaxx, making him totally attuned to her so that he knew exactly when her release was imminent before she even spoke.

  “Connor,” she rasped, “I’m going to come.”

  By then he had already adjusted his position slightly so that he ground against her clit with every hard thrust. She was practically sobbing now. “Come for me, Jaxx. Let me feel you come.” Seconds later she shattered, screaming, as her muscles clamped bitingly around his cock, triggering his own climax. He bit out a harsh expletive as he exploded with what had to be an unnatural force.

  The first thought that Connor had when his brain collected itself was: Again. Inwardly he snickered. Even after she had sucked him like a hoover, even after he had uncovered and tasted every inch of her and lived out his fantasy, he still wanted her. Instead of feeling less desperate for her touch, he was ready and eager for his next fix. Conscious of his heavy weight crushing her, he rolled onto his back, taking her with him so he could remain inside her, and lazed her over his chest. Both of them were breathless, limp, and being racked by reverberations. He closed his eyes, well and truly sated.

  Jaxxon was glad he couldn’t see her face. She didn’t want him to read any of what she was feeling. She had been apprehensive about them using a bed, worried that it might make everything seem that more much intimate, worried that she wouldn’t find it so easy to keep a chunk of herself detached and safe. It turned out that she had been right to have such concerns. A traitorous voice within her was insisting that Connor wouldn’t have spent such time exploring and pleasuring her and wouldn’t hold her so close if this was all physical. The fourteen year old girl in her fully agreed. That naive little girl could stop that crap right now! This was Connor for God’s sake! It didn’t mean anything that he had been so attentive; of course he was good at sex, he’d had plenty of practice. She supposed that she shouldn’t be too hard on herself – he had promised her that he would fuck her ’til she couldn’t think straight and that was exactly what was happening. Oh s
he did like a bloke who made good on his promise.

  “Tell me how you ended up getting into modeling.” It was good to be able to form a coherent sentence again. “I just can’t picture you pursuing that kind of career.”

  Keeping her face buried in his chest, she responded tiredly, “Richie approached me when I was working in The Lion’s Head.”

  “Richie?”

  “Agent.”

  “Oh, right. Wait, The Lion’s Head? What were you doing working in that shithole?”

  She shrugged. “It was a job, that was all that mattered.”

  “Where were you living?”

  “The block of flats near the pub.”

  He winced internally. The whole time he’d been living the life of Riley she’d been stuck there. He would have apologised if he hadn’t known she would get pissed off with him if she thought he pitied her. “I’m guessing Selfish Arse left you to be the bread winner.” If there was one person in the world he despised, it was that self-involved bitch who was single-handedly responsible for Jaxx’s low sense of self-worth. The only times Jaxx had ever closed her eyes to the truth were when it concerned Leah. She never wanted to see that Leah was actually a chronic liar and pathetic attention seeker who could always be counted on to hurt Jaxx in some way. And why would Leah do that? Because she could.

  Jaxxon did her best not to tense at his words, but that one sentence told her something she had secretly wondered over. Connor couldn’t have seen Leah since she left care, whether it was because she hadn’t found him or he hadn’t responded to her attempts to contact him, if he assumed that she and Leah had gotten a flat together like they had once talked of doing. The sisters had even taken a blood oath when they first went into foster care that neither would ever leave the other. Snort.

  Not wanting to talk about Leah, she changed the subject. “How did you get into F1 racing?”

  “It was about three months after I’d left care. I was walking home from my late-night shift at McDonalds when a red Ferrari passed me and stopped at some posh restaurant just ahead.”