Always (New Adult Erotic Romance) (The Tryst Series #3) (6 page)

The rest of my shift was a never ending torture. My eyes kept drifting back to Jaxon. I was aware of his every move, and looking at him reminded me of the hot hookup we just had in his office. My thighs still tingled. My pussy so unbelievably wet, craving more and throbbing for his skilled touch.  

His eyes met mine, and I felt my face heat to a deep red blush. I bit my lip and smiled.

“Would you like a napkin to wipe your drool?” Dee asked, bringing me back to reality.

She and Cole showed up right after the drama, but she detected right away that something was going on.

I swiped at my mouth, and shook my head. “I’m not drooling.”

“Lyla, please. You’ve spent more time staring at Jaxon then doing your job, or even talking to me. I’m guessing the living situation is going well?”

“Oh, yeah,” I sputtered as I wiped down the bar. It was nearing closing time. I was done waiting tables, and just helping behind the bar now. In twenty minutes, the doors would lock, and I would be getting devoured by the hottest man alive.

Dee snapped her fingers, and I realized I was staring at Jaxon… again.
Shit.

“Okay, now I need a cocktail after that sexy exchange.” Dee fanned herself with her hands.

I rolled my eyes. “What are you talking about?”

“You two just practically had sex with your eyes,” she explained.

Cole came back from the bathroom, and stood behind Dee, resting his hands on her shoulders, and massaging them. “Babe, stop meddling in their business.”

Dee cocked her perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and gave the evil eye over her shoulder.

Cole held his hands up, and backed away. “I’m just saying, let them do their own thing.”

“Thank you, Cole.” I handed him another beer, and when Dee held up her wine glass, I purposely ignored her.

“Excuse you,” she said.

“I give you more alcohol, you get more pushy.”

Jaxon came up behind me, and grabbed the bottle of Pinot Grigio. “Give the lady what she wants.” His breath tickled my ear as he leaned over to fill Dee’s glass.

I bit my lip in hopes it would deter the feelings he was provoking inside of me. The last thing I wanted was to get flushed in front of Dee and Cole. Jaxon’s fingers trailed up my thigh, and I gasped.

“You okay?” Dee asked before she took a sip of her wine.

“Fine,” I announced, a little too enthused.

Jaxon went back to taking orders and filling glasses, as if touching me didn’t affect him in the slightest. Damn him. And why was he still taking orders? We had fifteen minutes before we were in sexual heaven.

I took a deep breath, and got myself together. I closed out tabs, and chatted with Dee and Cole. Finally, Cole stood up, and reached his hand out to Dee. “I think it’s time to go home.”

Dee turned and gave him a sexy wink. “You know it.”

“We’ll see you later,” Cole said.

I stepped out from behind the bar, and gave Dee a hug.

“Good luck tonight,” she whispered in my ear. “But, by the way he’s been gawking, I doubt you’ll need it.”

She pulled away, and waved to Jaxon. “Bye, Jax.”

He finished ringing out and joined us. He gave Cole a pat on the back, and Dee a kiss on the cheek. “You two have a safe ride.”

Dee smiled. “You too.”

I was going to kill her, but Jaxon laughed it off. “Always do,” he replied.

Dee nodded her head, and patted his shoulder. “Good boy. See you guys later.”

After Dee and Cole left, there were only a couple stragglers left. Jaxon came over to me, taking my face in his hands. “Why don’t you head up? I’ll meet you in your room.”

Moisture pooled in my panties at the thought. My body was still worked up from our last encounter. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” I said. “Take your time, and I’ll see you there.”

His Adam’s apple bobbed. Satisfied that I was finally getting a reaction out of him, I gave a sexy wink and strutted upstairs.

I turned the shower on, and slipped out of my skirt and tank top. Steam fogged up the mirror as I unhooked my bra and slid off my panties.

The hot water felt good against my skin, so I closed my eyes, letting it stream down my body. I leaned my head back, soaking my hair before massaging shampoo into it. Suds careened over my breasts and down my stomach, fizzling to a slow roll between my legs before dripping to the tub beneath me.

I ran my hand down my neck, and across my chest, to my taut nipple. I rolled the tight bead between my fingers and moaned at the pleasure.

The shower curtain opened, and I looked up just as Jaxon stepped in. God, he was beautiful. Hard ridges met perfectly defined lines, and a V that pointed right to his hard cock.

His eyes roamed over my body, causing my pussy to throb for his touch. “Room for one more?” he asked, as if I would say no.

“Only if you wash my back.” I held out my shower puff, and he instantly took it.

“Just your back?” he questioned, a sinister smirk tugging at the corners of his luscious lips.

I turned away from him, and into the steady stream of water. “I’ll let you make that decision.”

His strong hand wrapped around me, laying it flat on my stomach, and he yanked me against him. My ass pressed into his erection, and I reached behind me to stroke him. He ran the shower puff over my shoulder, as his other hand reached around to cup my breast.

I arched into him, and he pinched my nipple between his fingers. Pleasure erupted inside of me, spreading out and conquering every inch. Soap suds streamed down my back, coating my hand, and making it easy to glide up and down his shaft.

He grasped my chin, urging me to turn to him. I captured his mouth with mine, slipping my tongue across his crease, and meeting him with a relentless rhythm.

The shower puff fell from his hold, and he slid his hand down my stomach. His fingers ran over my mound to my swollen nub. He circled my clit before dipping his finger inside me. A moan tore from my lips, and he crushed his mouth to mine, muffling my cries of pleasure.

He curled his fingers inside me, thrusting deep and fast. Every nerve ending sparked to life with each pump and twist of his skilled fingers. My hand continued to stroke his long, hard cock.

Jaxon spun me around, pinning me against the cold tiled wall. He grabbed my breast, squeezing it, and running his thumb across my nipple. His tongue trailed down my neck, and back up, creating slow tantalizing circles across the crook.

He dropped to his knees, lifting my leg over his shoulder. I pushed my back against the wall to keep from falling, and tightened the grip my leg had on him. He parted my folds, and licked a hot line across my aching pussy. My eyes rolled back as the sensations crashed into my body. I relished in his touch, and his skilled precision.

His tongue lapped at my slick, wet center as he pushed two fingers inside of me.

“Oh my God!” I screamed out, as delicious waves rolled through me.

He pumped in and out of me, sucking on my clit, and dragging out every ounce of pleasure. My heal dug into his back, pushing his mouth closer and closer until he completely devoured me. My fingers curled in his hair, urging him to take as much of me as he could.

He complied, grabbing my ass, and burying his tongue in my folds. I moaned in appreciation, and he flicked his tongue against my clit.
Fuck.
The intensity was almost unbearable, but I held on, refusing to end this wild ride.

“Oh, Jaxon.”

His grip on my cheeks tightened as his tongue lapped lovingly at my slick, wet center. Sweet hot pleasure coiled around my core and exploded.

A loud string of whimpers rumbled up my throat and tore from my lips. I leaned my back into the tile as spasms ricocheted down my spine. He trailed his mouth up my stomach, stopping at my tight nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, and twirled that clever tongue around the pink bead.

His hands moved up my sides, roaming my body in a thorough slowness. I was so turned on, and I needed him inside of me. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, sliding back and forth. He grabbed my chin, our mouths collided, and our tongues plunged to find each other.

Jaxon’s carnal groan muffled against our lips as I tightened my hold on his shaft, and worked my hand in a vigorous motion. “Oh fuck,” he yelled, then kissed me harder.

I went to sink to my knees, but he stopped me. “No. I need to be inside your pussy right now.” He spun me around, pushing my hands flat against the wall. His finger ran a line along my slits. “You are so wet for me,” he said, hot against my ear, just as he plunged into me. “Fucking perfect.”

I bit my lip at the delicious intrusion, and he grabbed both of my breasts, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh. I arched into him, wanting to absorb every mind-blowing thrust he delivered.

Water trickled down my face as he pulled it to him and crushed his lips to mine. I broke our kiss as another moan forced its way out. Jaxon’s fingers traced a line down my stomach to my clit. He rubbed the swollen nub with perfect precision.

I pushed my hips up to meet his deliberate measured strokes. Hot bursts of pleasure scattered across my body as his hands grabbed my hips, and he slammed into me. “Do you know how many times I wanted you like this?” he groaned in my ear.

I could only respond with a whimper, too consumed in his glorious thrusts. He fisted my hair, and pulled at it like reins, as he rode me toward release. My muscles contracted, and I was so close. Slowly, he withdrew, and then, without warning, he struck hard, and my fingers clenched against the tiled wall. His hand lifted my leg as he repeated the motion over and over again until I was dizzy with ardor.

His teeth grazed my shoulder as his movements became languid. The water turned cold, but the change in temperature felt good against the fire raging across my skin.

He pulled out, and before he could throw me into another position, I sank to my knees, and took him in my mouth. “Mmm,” I moaned, as I dragged my tongue down his shaft, tasting my juices, and lapping up every drop.

“Oh yeah, baby,” he grunted, and laced his fingers in my saturated hair. “Suck my cock.”

I cupped his balls, squeezing slightly as I slid my mouth up and down his hardness. His grip on my hair tightened, making me greedy with want. I opened wide, and took all of him until my lips were pressed against his balls.

“Oh fuck!” He reached down, guiding me off his throbbing cock. He grabbed the sides of my face, and yanked me up, smashing his lips to mine. His hands molded my ass, taking greedy handfuls, before lifting me up, and ramming his rock hard erection into me.

I grasped his shoulders as he delivered one merciless blow after the other. His muscles strained tight against my weight, but it didn’t stop him. He was relentless and I threw my head back, letting the rapturous thrusts claim me. Pressure built in my stomach, spiraling down to my core.

His hand drew my eyes back to his salacious stare. The wild flame burning in his irises ignited my own, engulfing me in a fierce explosion. He held my head in place, our eyes locked in one charged moment as my orgasm ripped through me.

My body convulsed against his, and he propelled into me, fucking me hard with wicked abandon. His heavy warm breath blanketed my skin as he buried his head in the crook of my neck, milking every ounce of my orgasm. His breathing picked up, and he thundered forward one last powerful time, spilling his hot seed inside me.

He leaned us against the wall, and kissed my neck and my lips. “You drive me fucking nuts, you know that?” he said with a lazy smile.

“I could say the same about you.”

Still inside of me, he bent over to turn the ice-cold water off, and then stepped out of the shower. “Why don’t we dry you off?” He got a towel from the closet, and ran it ever so gently across my body before wrapping it around me. His hands gripped my waist, and he picked me up, placing me on the sink while he dried himself off.

“My bed or yours?” he asked, and swooped me up in his arms.

“Whatever room is closer,” I said with a tired wink.

I cuddled into his side, running my hand down his chest. “If you leave tonight, I’ll know where to find you.”

“I’m not going anywhere tonight,” he said against my head before kissing it.

“Good, because I wasn’t going to let you.”

“You need to know that I don’t do relationships. At least not anymore.”

I sat up, resting my chin on his chest, and looked into his eyes. He was avoiding my gaze, and there was a storm brewing in his eyes. I moved closer to him, taking his face in my hands, and urged him to look at me. “Why not? I can see that there’s something you’re not telling me. You don’t do relationships anymore. As in, you did. What happened?”

Jaxon kicked his legs off the bed, and dropped his head into his hands. His fingers linked in the back of his head and tightened.

I got up, and kneeled down in front of him, taking is hands in mine. I kissed his knuckles. “You can tell me.” A battle played out across his features, and he shook his head.

If I was going to get him to talk, I was going to have to coax it out of him. “You had a girlfriend, then?”

He nodded.

“High school?” I asked.

He squeezed my hand. “Senior year.”

“Did you guys break up? Did she break up with you?”

“No.”

“Then, what is it? Why would a girlfriend from seven years ago make you swear off relationships?”

Jaxon looked up at me, the storm in his eyes turned to a solid black cloud. “I killed her.”