“Guess I’ll need to work on them again. ” She leaned forward, rubbing her breasts over his back, and whispered in his ear, “You liked that, didn’t you?”
He hummed, his throat growing thick at the thought of her hands between his legs.
She kissed the spot just below his ear and whispered, “I thought so. And I just happen to have that lotion right here. The scent reminds me of you. ”
With a hand pressed to his back, she lifted herself off his body and reached into the drawer of a small bedside table. She pulled out a bottle and pressed her breasts against his back, her chin to his shoulder, and popped the top. Above his head, directly in his line of sight, she poured oil into her palm, set the bottle down, and caressed the shiny liquid over her hands.
The sight and scent brought back a rush of erotic memories. “You look like an angel, but I love your devilish streak. ”
“So glad to hear that. ” She pressed her oiled palms to his back. “Because I want to do…things to you…”
He shifted his hips so he didn’t break his cock. “I…don’t know how long I’m going to be able to stay like this. ”
She reached over him and grabbed a pillow. “Lift your hips. ”
“Everything that comes out of your mouth twists into something dirty in my mind,” he muttered, obeying as she laughed and slid the pillow under him and he readjusted.
“Better?”
He eased his hips down and sighed in relief. The cool room air bathed his cock where it hung off the side of the pillow. “Much. Thank you. ”
“All right, enough talking. I have work to do. And I’m going to work backward this time. Loosen you up before I work on those muscles. ”
She swept her oiled palms down his back, paused on his ass cheeks, and squeezed. Jax groaned in both relief and excitement.
“Your ass takes a lot of abuse,” she said. “Have you ever realized that?”
“Only when you’re squeezing the abuse out of it,” he said, his voice tight with pleasure as her magical fingers rubbed deep into his glutes and released delicious sensations.
She pressed both knees between his thighs, spreading them. Her hands were strong, her movements slow, draining those sore muscles of tension. He could swear she was releasing lust into his body on every stroke.
His need flashed like a firecracker. She curled her hand and pressed her knuckles down the muscle running parallel with his spine. Each vertebra felt as if it released in turn, and Jax groaned in pure pleasure. “You’re amazing. ”
“Pleasing you makes me hot,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire.
Her mouth came down on one ass cheek, and he tensed. She hummed as she slid her tongue down to the junction of his thigh, where she bit down gently, then sucked. His entire lower body tingled like he had current running through his veins. His cock throbbed.
Both her hands squeezed his ass. Pleasure-pain rocketed through his glutes and straight into his cock, balls, and spread through his lower body. She caressed his cock in her hand, and his throat closed, cutting off his air. Then her mouth was there, her tongue
sliding along the underside of his cock.
Jax gripped another pillow above his head, sinking his fingers in for traction as pleasure ripped through him. He pressed his face to the sheet and groaned long and loud from his throat, just holding on until Lexi took her mouth off him and he could think again.
But she added her tongue, her teeth, nibbling up the insides of his thighs, licking his entire sac, then sucking until Jax nearly screamed into the bed.
When she finally took mercy on him and poured more massage lotion into her hands, Jax tried to catch his breath. He pushed up on his knees and shaky forearms with the intent of flipping their positions and riding them both to a skyrocketing orgasm, but she pushed him down with slippery hands.
“Oh no, you don’t. ”
“Lexi. ” Jax slid back onto the pillow. “This is torture. ”
Her hands rubbed circles of warm junk all over his backside, and the sensation brought terribly lurid visions to mind.
“I’m sorry you’re finding it torturous,” she said. “Maybe this will help. ”
She rubbed counterclockwise circles on his ass. When her hands met at the crease, she spread her fingers and dragged them toward his balls. She rubbed the very sensitive skin of his cheeks near his perineum on every sweep.
Then one slick hand eased between his legs and cupped his boys. God, that felt amazing. Jax groaned, until the fingers of her other hand followed the crease of his ass—right over the tight pucker and down to his perineum. He sucked air. A crazy kind of pleasure he didn’t recognize flooded his lower half. A little dark. A little edgy. And Jax wasn’t sure if he wanted to block the direction she was headed or press her foot to the gas.