Boys of summer, p.12
Boys of Summer, page 12
Bringing his lips back to mine, his hips begin to press into me harder and I writhe against him. I need more. I need all of him right this second or I might combust. Reaching down, I unzip his jeans with ease and free his heavy cock from his waistband. He groans into my neck and I rub the soft skin up and down, adding a little pressure before running the pad of my thumb over the swollen head.
“Holy shit—” he moans, pumping his dick into my palm, faster and faster until he starts to grow even harder. I can feel him pulsing as he pants heavily in my ear. His hand grips onto the mirror next to my head. With a sharp breath, he pulls away abruptly and I’m about to protest, but he shushes me with his lips. Pulling back, he grins wickedly. “I’m not ready for this to be over quite that fast.”
I laugh, but it’s cut off when lifts me by the waist and yanks down my leggings without warning, underwear along with them and tosses them on the floor with my shirt. My bare ass hits the bar as he sets me back down. His shirt follows as he rips it over his head. I gape openly at his rippling abs, coated in shiny, slick sweat. I marvel at the lines of him and seriously contemplate what the fuck is wrong with me. How had I ignored the fact that a fucking demigod has slept in my bed for more nights than I can count? How the hell could I have ignored his body pressed against mine every time he held me close? For the life of me I can’t find an excuse.
But it doesn't matter anymore. Not now. Not when I have him here for the taking. Jax drops to his knees, causing me to yelp in surprise, but instead of pulling away, I find myself shoving my fingers into his long hair and pulling his face closer to my dripping pussy. He chuckles, but it only causes his breath to waft over my swollen and sensitive clit. I wriggle, needing his mouth on me. His tongue licks out, flattening as he swipes all the way up. The sound I make is guttural.
He laps at me like his life depends on it, hitting all the right spots with just the right pressure to make me gasp for air. With one of his hands splayed over my lower abdomen, holding me in place, the other spreads my thighs farther, keeping me in place as my head falls back against the mirror. His thumb creeps down until he’s flicking my clit back and forth with agonizing rhythm. I can’t take it anymore. I feel like I’m going to catch fire and burn this whole building down.
Increasing speed, he sucks and licks and rubs until stars dance in my eyes. My eyes close as I let my moans slip out, thankful that I’m the only one with a key to this building. My thighs shake around his head as he sucks my clit between his lips and rolls it over his tongue. Fire rips through my lower belly and I scream, gripping his hair until I'm sure it hurts him.
Looking down, I see him pull away, his lips lifted into a satisfied smirk. I meet his grin with one of my own. His lips are slick as he stands up again, gripping his cock in his hand and pumping it slowly. He’s nowhere near done and, honestly...neither am I. Though that orgasm was off the charts ridiculous, my body already craves more. That was obviously just a warm up.
It's like years and years of something pent up is finally beginning to break free. All this time, I’ve held onto this strange affection...this strange crush that developed into so much more without me even realizing it. I’ve spent so much time devoting my heart to River and Luca that I forgot about the one who’s always been right here, taking care of me and loving me despite it all.
“I've wanted to taste you for years,” he says, his voice guttural and low. “I used to imagine how your pussy would feel when you rode my face. Fucking delicious…”
My heart feels so full right now, but that’s not the only part of me I wish was full. He must see it in my eyes because in one swift thrust, he’s buried inside of me. We both moan, but he cuts it off as he captures my lips again, this time violently. I can taste myself on him, but it just makes me even more wild for him. The mirror behind us shakes as he spreads my thighs wide open and pounds into me relentlessly.
“Oh shit, oh shit, oh fuck—” Every thrust slams me backward until I’m not sure the mirror can really withstand it. He fucks me hard and fast, pinning me in place until I’m stretched wide and at his mercy. At this moment, Jax seems larger than life and completely in control.
As if reading my mind, Jax hooks his arms under my ass and lifts me off the bar, still seated on his cock. His arm muscles are bulging as he lifts and lowers me—bouncing me on his dick effortlessly, but before I know it, he’s kneeling us to the dance floor and covering my body with his. We never lost contact, but this new angle hits even deeper than before. His cock slams into me over and over. He rolls his hips and fucks me into the hard floor. I’m screaming and he’s moaning. He’s fucking me so fast and so hard that I can’t do anything but hold on for dear life. My eyes roll back in my head as his movements stutter and become erratic.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he grunts before his hips still. He spills into me with a long groan that has me throwing my head back and screaming as another orgasm crashes over me. I've never come this hard before. So hard that my whole body shakes. Jax leans his forehead into mine, his eyes shut tight as the aftershocks roll over us both. “Fuck, Nora…”
Sweat slicks between us, and the room is stiflingly hot. I brush my fingers through his hair as he turns his head and scoots down, leaning his cheek in the hollow between my breasts. He nestles there with a yawn as I chuckle. “We wasted so many fucking years. What the hell were we thinking?”
Lifting his head, he pushes up on his elbows after placing a kiss between my breasts and grins at me. “Nah, we didn’t waste any time. I always knew you’d fall for me, I just had to bide my time.”
Snorting, I roll my eyes. “That’s not creepy at all…”
With a mischievous grin, he crawls up to me again, sucking my bottom lip between his own as his hand roams over the curve of my hip and up toward my ribs. “You don’t even know the fucking half of it.”
Jax
My mind reels as I lay here with Nora beneath me. I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I get to touch her like this. That I get to fuck her like this.
I wasn't kidding when I told her I'd imagined it for years. I've been stuck on this woman since before I can remember, and she never knew. I was good at keeping my feelings under wraps, though, because I knew how she felt about Luca and River. Those two assholes don’t deserve Nora. They don’t deserve the gallons of tears she cried for them over the years after she left.
They’re not bad guys, to be honest. I won’t lie about that, but I still don’t think they ever appreciated what they had right in front of them. I always knew River had a thing for Nora despite the rotation of girlfriends he had over the years. And Luca was panting over her since we were twelve, so how she never knew it is a mystery to us all.
I never held it against her that she was in love with someone else as long as I was her best friend, the one she could run to when she needed a shoulder to cry on. I wanted to be the one she felt safe with, and who she could rely on no matter what happened in her life, and for so long I've been that for her.
My feelings changed when we were fourteen and Nora suddenly started looking more mature and less like a kid. She’d grown out her long, blonde hair and her curves had come in that summer. I started to notice little things about her that never occurred to me before, and ever since, I’ve been fucking gone for her. I’ve tried to have girlfriends and fuck her out of my head but it never works. Every woman I have under me wears her face, and every moan in my ear has her voice.
Nora has no idea that this trip to California is just the beginning. Now that I know she feels the same way about me, there’s no going back to how things were before. There’s no way in hell I'm going back to New York now that I've tasted her.
Nora
We get back to the house late. It’s quiet as the two of us creep through the foyer and to the back of the house. Jax pecks me on the lips lightly before disappearing into the guest room ready to pass out for the night. A small smile stretches my lips, but I can’t stop my eyes from flickering to Luca’s closed bedroom door.
As I return to my bedroom, my brain is a jumbled mess of snapshots and replays of what just happened with Jax tonight. My body is lethargic, relaxed, and utterly sated as I strip off my clothes and make my way to the shower. I sigh contentedly as hot water cascades over my sweat-dried skin that smells like Jax’s aftershave. But when I close my eyes, I can almost picture him here with me, kissing his way down the length of my neck and wrapping his arms around me until nothing separates us.
Another pair of phantom hands snake over my hips, fingers kneading and caressing my tired muscles. I lean against the shower wall with my eyes shut tight and head tipped back beneath the spray. Multiple pairs of lips nip and lick at me all over, the sensations blending together in perfect harmony. Suddenly, I imagine all three of them here with me, wondering what they would feel like if they worked in unison.
Am I crazy? I feel crazy. I feel like I'm not myself. Like some other Nora is taking over, but not in a bad way.
My fingers gently coast downward, reaching the apex of my thighs. Rubbing tiny circles over my swollen center as my breathing picks up until I’m panting. Heat floods my thighs, all the way up to my stomach and my muscles tighten and clench. Idly, I’m hoping that the small moans I’m no doubt letting slip through parted lips aren’t filtering through the wall and into Jax’s room.
My fingers speed up and my thighs part, bracing myself against the tiled wall. Groaning and panting, I can feel my orgasm coming faster now. Lips suck at my breast and teeth nip at my thighs while expert hands drag their thick, sure fingers over my back and down to my ass. I’m caged in and at their mercy...lights explode behind my eyelids, but something blocks me. My eyes pop open and my hands stop moving abruptly. Cooling water rains over me, washing away the ecstasy that coursed through my body. Guilt replaces the feeling, because just now, in the height of pleasure...I couldn’t figure out who’s name to call out.
After drying off, I change into a pair of black joggers and a loose Nirvana t-shirt with a light sweater over the top. I take the time to let my hair dry, flicking through my social media apps absently until I get restless. I slip on my shoes before sneaking out of my bedroom and shutting the door behind me with a soft click.
I make my way to the garage, flicking on the small light hanging from a chain in the center of the room. There’s a staircase to my right that I know leads to an upper deck of the house that you can only see from the front driveway.
At the top of the stairs, I crack open the door and let myself onto the deck where the moon is the only illumination lighting up the cramped space that overlooks the crashing waves and endless expanse of the Pacific ocean. There’s nothing obscuring my view of the sandy beach and the blanket of stars that expands out for infinity.
A throat clears, making me jump with a small yelp. “Holy shit!” My hands fly to my chest as I take in a dark figure lazing back on a deck chair. Small puffs of smoke swirl from his full lips and the glowing tip of a lit cigarette illuminates strong fingers clenched around the shaft. “You scared the crap out of me.”
A bitter laugh rumbles out, and the figure leans forward, allowing moonlight to reveal a very bemused Luca, staring at my face with glittering dark eyes that never fail to make my heart do backflips. “This is my house,” he drawls. “I’m not the one slinking around in the dark.” Beside him is his acoustic guitar. It rests against the lounge chair he’s sitting on, and I wonder how long he’s been out here and if he’d been playing it.
“I wasn’t slinking,” I say as my cheeks flush. Shifting from foot to foot, the door closes behind me, so I try to casually lean against it, but to the trained eye, it’s obvious how tense I am. I should turn around right now and go back to my room. Luca clearly wants to be alone up here.
“Sure you weren't.” He winks before taking another drag. The smoke hits my face and I turn away, waving my hand in the air.
That’s not a cigarette, I muse. “Didn’t take you for a stoner, Luc.” I smirk with false bravado. Not that I care what he does or does not smoke.
His face hardens just a little, but he doesn't lose the gleam in his eye. “A lot has changed since you’ve been away,” he clips and I flinch. “I’m not the same person anymore.”
Running my eyes over the scrawling mural of tattoos that cover his skin and the muscles they envelop, I have to swallow thickly. No, he’s definitely not the same Luca I left behind. I let that statement hang between us, knowing that the longer I stay quiet, the more time he’ll have to remember that he hates me.
“Well, are you gonna sit, or what?” He motions to the lounge chair not three feet from his own. My body tenses. I don’t want to fall for that soft voice again. I don’t want him to lull me into safety and contentment just for him to pull the rug out from beneath me again. I don’t think my heart can physically withstand any more damage. “I’m offering you a temporary truce, so just take it,” he grumbles. “Besides, I’m way too high to give a shit about your feelings right now.” He gestures to the seat again. “This is your chance, Nor. Sit down and take a load off.”
My feet move before I command them to. The lounge chair creaks under my weight as I lean back and tilt my head up to the stars. I’m tense, all too aware that Luca’s eyes are pinned to me, glassy and glittering. I want to fidget, but I don’t. I just let my chest expand and contract heavily as I breathe in gulps of night air.
The stars are beautiful tonight now that the rain is starting to pass. The smell of it still lingers in the air, as does the wind chill, but after getting hot and sweaty in the studio, it feels amazing. New York has nothing on this place. Back there, I could never see the stars with all of the light pollution, spotlights, and smog. It’s peaceful here with the gulls in the background and the song of the crashing waves.
“Really brings you back, doesn’t it?” he drawls lazily, lighting up another joint. “I wonder if it’s all that brought you back…”
I sigh in irritation. “Can we not do this right now? I thought you called a truce tonight.”
He stares at me with an unreadable expression. His dark eyes rove the planes of my face—searchingly and achingly slow. He must find what he’s looking for because he just nods. “So I did.”
I settle back again. “How’s your studio coming along?” I ask, genuinely curious. I don’t know if he’s up for talking tonight, or giving up any intimate details about his new life, but it’s worth a try if only to break the tension between us.
He clears his throat softly, no doubt glad about the somewhat neutral topic. “Should be finished in about a month…ish. One of my contractors fucked up the sound booths, so I have to wait for them to fix it before I can make it functional.”
“Sounds exciting.” I look upward, tracing the shape of the little dipper with my eyes. “I can’t believe you're finally going for it. You always talked about having your own studio, but I never could have imagined it would happen this fast.”
He huffs. “You and me both. After Dad—” he cuts off abruptly and my heart squeezes. I know this is a touchy subject. He doesn't even finish what he was about to say, but I desperately want him to. Luca was always close with his dad. They were just alike and I can’t even imagine the kind of pain he felt losing him. I realize that I don't even know how he passed.
We’re silent for a few tense minutes before he puts out his joint and leans forward. “Mom went first. Dad was a fucking mess.”
Glancing at his side profile, I can see the tenseness of his jaw and the frown dipping his brows. I'm afraid to say the wrong thing. If I speak, he might decide not to tell me anything.
“My grandpa took care of me until I turned eighteen, but he just got too old and too tired, so I moved out.” His eyes were far away, still not looking at me, but rather out at the windy night.
“Do you get to see him often?” I ask hesitantly. Tilting my head back and to the side, I watch him patiently. I never met his grandparents, but if they were anything like his parents then they had to be great people.
“Maybe once every six months or so, yeah.” His voice is sad, but I can tell he’s trying to sound nonchalant about it.
“What happened to Angela?” I look away, down at my hands fidgeting in my lap. I’m nervous as hell, because one wrong move and this is over. Again.
His eyes flicker to mine and narrow. “Are we really talking about my mom? Do you even really care, or are you just that fucking awkward?”
I flinch away, a sick pit opening up in my stomach. “You know what? I was trying to be nice. Believe it or not, just because I’ve been gone doesn’t mean I turned into some heartless bitch. I still give a lot of shits about you. Your parents were always good to me, and I had no idea anything happened.” My chest is heaving, trying to hold back tears. “You can tell me how much you hate me and how much you want me gone, but it doesn’t change anything for me. I care about what happens to you whether you like it or not, so just fucking get used to it.”
He’s quiet for a few long moments—almost contemplative. I’m getting restless and nervous, so I make a move to stand. His hand clamps down on my wrist, freezing me in place, so I settle back in my chair reluctantly.
“Cancer,” he breathes out as if it’s physically painful to get out. “She never responded to treatment, but they just kept at it. Dad barely told me about her sessions toward the end, but I could see it all over his face that she was wasting away. They were gone a lot in the end, trying every treatment they could get their hands on but it was too aggressive.” He runs a palm down his face in frustration before reaching down to idly strum the strings of his guitar with his left hand. “Dad killed himself a year after mom died.” I suck in a sharp, painful breath. Staring at him in shock, I blink at him, having no idea what the hell to say. He laughs bitterly. “I guess I wasn’t worth staying behind for. But whatever, Grandpa was here, and so were Carson and River. That’s all I needed.” He looks at me pointedly as he says it, and something cracks inside of me.
