Page 42 of Wasted Lust

“I don’t want to,” I say. “I want to lie here in your arms a little longer.”

The hand still between my legs rips at the thin strings of my panties, breaking them and pulling them away from my still quivering body. “Sit up,” he commands. “And take my cock out of my pants.”

I open my eyes, understanding. He helps me sit up and I maneuver in the small space so I’m straddling his lap. I am too shy to meet his gaze. The reality of what we’re doing is replacing the heat of desire. So I concentrate on undoing his belt buckle and unzipping his pants. He’s wearing black boxer briefs, and he’s hard and big under the thin fabric. I can feel the heat coming off his cock.

I pull at the waistband, freeing him, and his full length springs forth.

“Pull your dress aside and ride me.”

I get up on my knees a little, positioning myself over the top of him, and then I grab his shoulders and ease down.

“Oh, God,” I moan. He is thick and rock hard.

“Look at me,” he says. “I want to see your face.”

I slowly raise my chin and find his gaze. His eyes are half closed. His mouth is open, and his breathing is rushed. Small moans escape his lips as I lift up and slowly lower myself over and over. He cups my face and stares into my soul.

“I’m not even done yet and the only thing on my mind is doing this again. I want to fuck you everywhere, Sasha Aston. Every. Where.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I lay my head on his shoulder and continue my movements. They are slow and the pace is steady. He doesn’t rush or force me to go faster. He doesn’t ask me for anything now. He just moves his hips with mine in a circular motion, rubbing himself against my clit. My only thoughts are of making him feel the same relief as I just did, and I’m surprised when my desire begins to build again.

“I’m going to come again,” I whisper into his neck.

“And again, and again, and again,” he whispers back as his hand finds its way under the silky fabric of my dress and he fingers my asshole.

The pressure is slight, not even close to entering, but I’ve never been touched here before, so the sensation is new and exciting.

Everything about Jax is new and exciting.

We come at the same time. We moan softly together as he shoots his semen inside me.

Rational thought invades my pleasure for a moment as I realize what we just did. “I’m on birth control,” I say though my heavy breathing. “And I haven’t had sex with anyone in years.”

He turns his head and kisses me, his tongue twisting together with mine for a few moments before he pulls back and says, “You’re safe with me, Sasha. Always know you’re safe with me.”

I savor his words as we rest in our post-coital embrace. It’s an unexpected relief to hear them, even though he might just be hinting that he has no STDs for me to worry about.

But I’m not worried about that. Jax strikes me as a cautious man. I’m thinking up hidden meanings in his declaration. Things like he will protect me from harm. He will be there to catch me if I fall. He will get me through this night in one piece. He will surround me when the past comes rushing back to slap me in the face.

When was the last time I felt safe?

I think about this for a few moments as he softly strokes my hair.

Never, I decide.

I can’t recall living a single moment free of fear.

She rests her head on my shoulder, a weary sigh escaping her lips. “Tired?” I ask.

“Very. I’d rather go home than go meet some long-lost aunt.”

“Just give her a chance, OK? I know it’s weird and I know she needs you more than you need her—you have a great family already. So just know your worth when you walk in there.”

Sasha sits up straight, rubbing her pussy against my cock in a way that makes me instantly hard again. “Worth?”

“Jesus, Sasha,” I laugh. “Don’t squirm like that while you’re sitting in my lap.”

“What do you mean she needs me?”