More Layers: Book Two Layers Series (8 page)

“Jaxson I’m not...I don’t.”

He silences me once again with his finger. “It’s okay, babe. I said one kiss.” He steps out and away from the door. “I’ll see you tonight.”

I nod, and then shut the door. I lean my back against it and close my eyes. What the hell just happened? Everything I thought I knew, I didn’t. Everything I thought he’d done, he hadn’t. What now? And that kiss...fuck me! I feel like I’ve just opened Pandora’s box and now things will never be the same. Now all kinds of weird and bad things might happen.

Shit! I bang the back of my head again the door. Why did I let him kiss me? “You stupid.” Bang. “Stupid.” Bang. “Silly.” Bang. “Girl.” Bang.

I hear a knock at the door. It’s Lee. I love the guy, but can’t a girl have a moment alone to bang her head. I take a deep breath and open the door. “Fuck, Lee, give me a minute...Jaxson!”

Reunited And It Feels So Good

Jaxson

She opens the door, and I pull her into me and devour her lips. I’m starving and she is the only one who can feed me. I took one bite, one taste, and I’ll do anything to have more. With our lips locked, I push her inside and shut the door with my foot. I walk her into a wall and crash into her.

“I’m sorry”, I say in between kisses, “I couldn’t leave. Not after that kiss.”

She moans into my mouth. “Jax...this is a bad idea.”

“I don’t care, I need you, babe.” I press my rock hard cock into her. I rub it up and down her where it wants to be the most.

“Jax,” she moans, “that feels so fucking good. God, I’ve missed you.”

“You have no idea,” I pant out.

She spreads her legs, giving me better access. Then she lifts a knee and I know what she wants, what she needs.

I lift her by the ass and she wraps her long legs around me.

I lean into her. “It that what you need, babe?”

“Yes,” she pants. “Need more, Jax, need skin.”

God, I’ve missed those two words, “need skin.”

She tugs my polo out from the waistband of my Levis and runs her hands up my stomach and chest.

She lifts it up. “More, Jax.”

I balance her on my knee and help her pull it up and off.

She smiles, while letting her hands trek over every inch of my exposed flesh. “You’ve put on some muscle. I didn’t think you could get any hotter, but I was wrong.” She takes a finger and makes small circles around a nipple, pinches it and my cock jumps.

She laughs. “‘The Big Guy’ likes that.”

“‘The Big Guy’ missed you.”

“Is that so?” she says and runs her hand down my abs, stopping just below my waistband.

“The Big Guy” jumps again.

“I think you’re right, but let’s see how much,” she teases.

She pulls on my fly with one hand. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

My cock’s swollen head peeks out from the top of my boxers.

“Oh my,” she says, “what do we have here?”

She takes a finger and gently strokes it. I feel and watch as pre-cum seeps out.

She smiles. “That’s a first for me. I’ve never seen pre-cum—come.”

God, this woman makes me feel alive—turns me inside out like no one can.

She spreads the pre-cum over the head. I close my eyes and hear a deep moan rise from the back of my throat. I need more. I open my eyes and tug on her tee and lift her away from the wall so she can pull it up and off.

She tossed her shirt over my shoulder and I take her in. She’s wearing a sexy red and black bra. It looks great on her but I want lace-less tits.

I reach behind her with one hand. Snap. She lowers her arms, and it falls to the floor.

My eyes graze over the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen, or will ever see. God, I’ve missed them. I’ve seen these tits, this body, in my mind so many times, but my imagination never did them justice, could never do them justice. I lean forward and take a nipple into my mouth.

She leans back, giving me better access. I suck, lick, and bite. She moans, groans, and trembles.

I bite a nipple one last time before my lips grant it liberation. I wish I could suck and bite her tits all day. But I’m too close...riding the edge close and I want, no need, to be inside her. I snap open her holey, worn, Levis. You’d never guess that this woman is worth billions. Worn vintage
Aerosmith
tee, holey Levis, and Chucks. I tug down her zipper and it gets caught on the lace of her panties.

She giggles. “Let me down. I’ll get them off.”

I release her legs and she slides down the wall and stands. She kicks off her Chucks then goes to work on her zipper.

She tugs. “Crap. It’s really stuck.” She keeps on trying with no luck.

“Let me try again.” I take over and the damn thing won’t budge.

“Jax, I think we need scissors.”

Fuck that. Tug. Pull. Rip. “Nope, no need for scissors.”

Her cheeks redden. “What the hell! Those are...were my favorite pair of jeans.”

“Sorry.”

“Jax,” she huffs out.

“It’ll be worth it,” I tease.

“It better be Mr. Ryan. I’ve had those jeans for ten years. They were in the perfect state of worn-ness.”

I look down at her torn lace panties.

“Go ahead and rip them, I could careless about them.

I know the brand, and I know she has them custom made, and they cost her a small fortune. Most women would strangle me if I ripped them, but Lex has never been most women—ever. That’s why I love her, wanted her, from the first moment she walked into my office. She’s a one of kind, and I pray that soon she’ll be my one and only.

I laugh as I rip them down the front. They fall to the floor and she kicks them away.

I kick of my loafers.

She lifts a perfect brow. “Now it’s your turn.” She gifts me with a perfect smile and helps me slid down my jeans and boxer briefs. I kick them off. Free at last.

I lift her ass and push her back into and up the wall. She wraps her legs around me.

“I can’t wait any longer. I need you, babe.”

“Yes,” she breathes out.

I position my cock just outside of her dripping entrance.

I push in.

She pushes me back. “Protection.”

“Fuck!” I huff and release her. I pick up my jeans and grab my wallet and go through it.

“Fuck! I can’t believe this.”

She smiles. “No worries. I have an entire basket full.” She points to a basket sitting on the entry table.

I walk over, pick it up, and walk back. It’s filled with condoms, fuck toys, and other known and unknown fuckery items. “What is this? The Vegas fruit basket?”

She giggles. “I guess so. Read the card.”

I pick up the card and read. “To Lex, In Vegas or bust. Sam.” Below that it says, “If you can’t get any in Vegas, then you can’t get it anywhere. Jules.”

Lex laughs. “Vegas. Got to love it.”

I laugh, and then stop, as the green monster enters my brain. “Were you planning on getting some?”

“A girl can dream.”

I frown and give her, “The Brow.”

She frowns. “Jax, I’m the CEO of Grant International. I can’t just go down to the strip and pick up some random guy. Hell, I have personal full-time security because I’ve made a lot of enemies since I’ve taken over for Gram. I’m not going to risk my safety on a random fuck.”

“Sorry, I forget sometimes who you are, and all the weight and scrutiny you must be carrying around.”

“I’d like you to help me forget. At least for a couple of hours.”

“I think I can manage that.”

I grab a gold package and rip it open.

“Can I put it on?”

I grin like an idiot and hand it to her. “Go for it, babe.”

She grins and slowly rolls it down my aching cock.

“Fuck me,” I say and groan.

“That was the plan.”

I lift her ass and push her against the wall.

She wraps her legs around my waist and I enter her.

Her breath catches.

“You okay, babe?”

“Yes...it’s snug. I need a moment to...accommodate.”

Yes it is. It feels like being vised between velvet-covered walls. I’m in fucking fuck heaven.

I push her further up the wall and gyrate my hips.

She moans and gifts me with a look that makes all the blood flow from my head right to my cock.

“Oh God, Jax. Feels so good.” She tries to move but I hold her against the wall. “Jax,” she moans out, “please.”

I press my lips to hers. “If I move, I’ll come.”

She frowns. “If you don’t move, I won’t.”

What’s a guy to do? Come now or wait a few seconds and come later. It’s a no brainer and I’m grateful for that because I’m not thinking with my brain.

I pull out then push back in.

She stiffens.

“Are you okay?” I ask again.

“Yeah, it’s...been awhile.”

How long is awhile? I know it’s selfish and wrong to hope that I was her last lover. I’ve been with other women. I can’t remember any of them, but I’m guessing that won’t matter to her. The thought of hands on her that aren’t mine makes me see red, so I close my eyes and focus on the feel of her.

I pull out and push back in. Christ, baby Jesus.

She moans.

I take a deep breath and begin a steady pace. Then I feel it. Oh shit. The point of no return. I’m going to come—now.

“No. Not yet, babe,” she pleads.

She begged for me to move. I warned her of the consequences.

“Jax, not yet.”

But it’s too late. I’m done. “I’m going to come, babe, I can’t stop it.” And I don’t. I come long and hard as I cry out her name.

I put my head down on her shoulder as I try to catch my breath and stabilize my legs. “I’m sorry, babe.”

“Don’t worry, I know you’ll make it up to me.”

I pull out of her and she slides down the wall, and stands. I pull off the condom, tie it off, and toss it in the trash. I pick her up. Over my shoulder she goes. I grab the basket and we’re off to the bedroom.

“Let’s get horizontal.”

She giggles. “Oh, yes, let’s.”

“God, I’ve missed you, babe.”

“Ditto.”

* * *

Alexia

Jax places the basket on a nightstand, pulls back the bedspread and sheets and sits me down.

He winks. “So, Ms. Grant, are you ready?”

“I don’t know, Mr. Ryan, I need to check and see.” I lean back on my elbows and put a hand between my legs. I run a finger over my clit and circle a few times as Jaxson watches with envious eyes. I slide it into pussy and slide it out and show him my wet finger.

“What do you think?”

He grins, takes my finger and licks it clean. “More than ready.”

He grabs a condom from the basket and tears it open with his mouth. I watch with my own envious eyes as he rolls it down his long, fat cock. When he’s done, he drags his eyes over me. He pauses and takes a finger and rubs it over my small caesarian scar.

Shit! I forgot about it.

“I know every inch of you. This is new. What happened?”

What can I do but lie my ass off? Something I’m good at. “It’s nothing. I had a couple of...little things taken care of.”

He frowns.

“Female things, I’m fine.”

We take each other in for a minute. “I’ve missed you, Mr. Ryan.” I run my eyes down his long torso, pausing over his happy trail, coming to rest on his magnificent cock. I sigh. “But I’ve really missed ‘The Big Guy.’“

He chuckles. “Are you saying that you missed my cock more than me?”

I bite my lip. “Yes, so, so much more.”

He laughs then pulls me to the edge of the bed by my ankles. “Is that so, Ms. Grant?”

“I’m afraid so, Mr. Ryan. It is what it is.”

“Well, if it’s ‘The Big Guy’ you missed and want—that’s what you’ll get.”

“Thank fuck.”

He lifts my legs up by the ankles and sinks into me hard and fast—faster than you can say “Oh my God.”

I moan and yelp simultaneously.

Jaxson gifts me with a cheeky grin.

“Bastard.”

“Afraid not.”

“Whatever.”

“I’ve missed your smart mouth, Ms. Grant.”

“Oh yeah? So you think my mouth is smart?”

“Only when it’s on my lips or around my cock.”

Before I can counter, he pulls out and slams into me—hard. He sets a fast, punishing pace. His eyes never part from mine. Emotions run through me as his chocolate eyes speak to me. They say, “I’ve missed you, I’ve craved for you, I’ve ached for you.” With each hard thrust he says, “I’m angry and hurt that you didn’t trust me. I’m sad and disappointed that you lost faith. But I need you, I want you, I can’t breathe without you.” And with each punishing thrust I push back just as hard saying, “I get you, I feel you, I see you. Inhale me, take me in, let me be your oxygen.”

Emotions flood over and pull me toward my release. I lose all focus, and shut my eyes.

“Lex, open your eyes. I want you to see me when I come inside you, and I want to see your eyes glaze over when I do.”

And I do. I see his eyes widen. I watch his pupils dilate. I see and feel his body tremble as he reaches his climax and comes inside me. Then I let go and everything but the feel of him fades.

He releases my ankles and leans over me and punishes my lips. His kiss tells me, “you are mine and I’m not done with you.”

Yes, there is a God.

After several minutes our swollen lips part and he pulls out of me. He falls to my side and we lay next to each other in temporary, satiated blissfulness. The post-orgasmic hum between my legs begins to dissipate and morph into a throbbing ache. I feel punished and loved at the same time. And there is nowhere else I want to be.

He takes my hand and entwines our fingers. “Babe...I’m sorry.”

I turn my head and look at him.

He turns and looks at me. “It felt like...I was punishing you—punishing us.”

“You were and I wanted it, needed it, and returned it.”

He rolls to his side and looks down on me with those deep chocolate eyes. “How did I live without you?”

“I don’t know. Maybe you’re like me and you were alive but not fully living.”

“I was like you.”

“When I thought about us, I wondered if what we had, what we shared was even real. I fell in love with you while using false credentials and living under unusual circumstances. My head told me it wasn’t real, but my heart said that it was. Surreal at times, but real.”