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His back arched, and he let out a sound that was equal parts pain and pleasure. "Ah, fuck! Tea!"

“Yeah, baby?" God, again, with the term of endearment tumbling out of me unbidden. But…I meant it. It shouldn't be possible to feel this strongly for someone I've known so briefly, but I do. And it feels real. Not an infatuation or mere attraction. It was more.

It was like he said—some part of my soul or my heart just recognized his. Craved him. Needed him. Knew him.

All I could do was accept it as true and go with it, at this point. I wanted something real and lasting with Jax, when we finally got out of the wilderness.

And I would spend every moment I possibly could giving him every last part of me—mind, heart, body, and soul.

I'd never given myself to anyone like that. Not even Luke.

So yeah, baby.

"Feels so fucking good," he growled. "Please don't stop."

"Stop?" I leaned over him as I caressed his cock and cradled his balls. "I'm just getting started."

"Oh, thank god," Jax breathed. "It’s fucking heaven."

I took his mouth, bit his lower lip, soothed the bite with my tongue. "I want to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your whole fucking life, Jax," I told him. "I want to make you come so hard you see your ancestors."

"You're gonna."

"I don't want you to hold back. When you feel like you're gonna come, just let me have it. I want it. I want you. I want your cock. I want your cum."

He groaned raggedly. "Fuck, Tea. The things you say, my god."

I felt him tense, then felt his ass tip up as he thrust into my hand, helplessly, desperately. I knew he was rising to climax, now, and I wanted opposing things simultaneously: I wanted to make him come now, and I wanted to make this last forever, to keep him on the edge so I could just have his gorgeous, perfect cock in my hand and his beautiful body spread out for me and never stop, never let go, just me and him and the ecstasy on his face for always.

Option A won.

Mainly because I could tell he was getting closer and closer to the edge as I slid my fist down his hot length, as I cupped and kneaded his balls. I felt him tensing, holding back despite what I'd said. I felt him pulse and throb, watched his abs harden as he drove himself into my fist.

“Tea?" he snarled, his voice low and rough.

"Yeah, baby."

He groaned, raw and overcome. "Fuck, when you call me baby or sweetheart or whatever, I just…"

"What?" I asked. "You what?"

"Feel like I could come, but emotionally. Not sure how else to put it."

"Well, start by coming for real,” I said, nipping his earlobe. “Right now."

He arched off the ground, gasping and groaning, buttocks clenched, abs hard, eyes squeezed shut, a low, tight snarl ripping through him. "Fuckfuckfuck, Tea. I—I'm—oh god, oh god. I'm gonna fucking—I'm gonna come, honey. Oh fuck, your hand feels so fucking good." he dropped to the ground and then lifted, thrusting again, and now he was thrusting his cock through my stroking, caressing hand.

I hadn't intended to give him my mouth just yet, because it had been a long, long time since I’d done that for anyone, and it had never been high on the list of things I enjoyed, so I hadn’t expected to be ready for it yet. But then, I'd never been as hot for anyone as I was for Jax. I'd never craved anyone's release the way I did his.

It just kind of happened.

I slid my ass down his legs, my hair a Rorschach spill of black ink on his tan chest, and I ran greedy palms over the muscled wonderland of his abs and chest, and I kissed his sternum, his diaphragm, his belly, his navel, and then I had his cock in my mouth, sliding between my lips.

"Holy fucking god!" Jax shouted. "Tea! Holy shit. Holy shit—" he arched spasmodically, and his hands flew to the back of my head, cupping and holding but not pressing.

I tasted the semi-sweet musk of his precum on my tongue, hollowed my cheeks and sucked my way down his thick, throbbing length, laving and swirling my tongue against his shaft as I went down and down and down until I'd taken as much of his immense cock as I could, which wasn't much, seeing as I'm not a deep-throat girl. Lack of experience determined this, more than anything, and it sure as hell didn’t seem like he cared.

Jax was snarling and groaning as his ass lowered to the ground; he launched upward immediately, fingers knotting into my hair, bunching and piling it on top of my head. I suckled around the plump, salty squish of his glans and bobbed there, shallow and fast, one hand pumping his root and the other teasing and tickling and cradling and massaging his balls.