The Only Song (Only You)

29. Sadie

Chapter 29

Sadie

T he taste of Jaxon on my lips is like no other. Sweet with a bitter hint of beer and a lick of salt, remnants from the karaoke bar, but he feels even better. His strong hands still pin mine above us, firmly but not aggressively, claiming me and this moment. It sparks a heat at my core to the point I can feel my pussy grow wet and slick between my thighs, hot for him because this—this is new. Uncharted territory. Beyond our line of professionalism.

And neither of us care.

This Jaxon is unhinged. And I want it all. All of him .

His lips trail to the edge of my jaw, teeth grazing the soft skin below my ear. It makes a strangled sound come from my lips as my pulse races. I can’t get enough of him.

He grips my hands firmer, hips pinning me to the door. I can feel the bulge in his pants against my silky dress. His cock is hard and I love that it’s because of me. It turns us from kissing feverishly to grinding against our hotel door. Ironically, in our fluster, the Do Not Disturb sign falls from the handle.

His hands loosen to circle around my wrists and place them around his neck. The heat between my thighs thickens as he skims his fingers down my forearms, sending tingles all over my body.

“Jaxon,” I murmur.

“Mm.” He runs his nose gently down my chin, his hot breath at my throat. Everywhere he touches, he hovers painstakingly.

“Are you trying to edge me right now?” I whine.

His chuckle vibrates through him, the hum seeping into my veins to light me afire even more. If my panties weren’t soaked before, they definitely are now.

“I’m savoring every bit of you. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you.”

“How long?” I whisper, my hands trailing down the buttons of his shirt.

For the first time since we kissed, he hesitates. But I don’t pause. I reach lower until my fingers graze the buckle of his belt, lightly over the bulge in his pants, and he roughly exhales. “Since the night we first kissed.”

Flashes of the stage play through my mind. Jaxon twirling me in a dance. My back pressed to his chest, spinning around to the tune he hummed and falling deep into his kiss. Rough hands tugging at my hair. Tongues tangling desperately. Fully enveloped in cedar wood and mint like a dreamy, unforgettable haze.

I’ve wanted to touch him since then, too.

“I always think of that dance,” I whisper. My fingers loop in the leather to undo the buckle of his belt.

“That’s not the night I was talking about,” he rasps. My fingers freeze. I pull back to peer up at him. “I meant the night we first kissed. Six years ago.”

A different memory floods my senses now. Hardwood against my back. An amateur kiss that was more teeth than tongue. The taste of vodka seltzer and ice.

Was this the night he means? Our first kiss in college? The night he left?

Jaxon confirms it, murmuring gently as his forehead rests on mine. “I never should’ve left that night.”

It’s only then that it hits me. I never realized I wanted to hear those words.

After all this time, I always wondered if he ever thought of me. If for those six years, he got all that he ever dreamed of in his career and what transpired between us was just some college make-out session you tag as an immature experience.

“I’ve thought of you ever since I left you that night,” Jaxon continues. When he pulls back, his eyes are inky dark and full of remorse. “And I’m going to make up for lost time. ”

He hoists me up then, wrapping my legs around his waist to carry me toward the couch in the living room.

I laugh. “Is this how you want my legs wrapped around you, Jaxon?”

A smirk tugs at the edge of his lip. “I have other ideas.”

“Like what?” Goosebumps rise on my skin as he lays me down softly. But he doesn’t sit, he kneels between my thighs, that smirk tugging into a wild grin.

I expect his face to dip down, but he leans in first to rasp in my ear. “Like your legs wrapped around my head as I play this pretty pussy like my violin.”

A strangled groan wrenches in my throat as he pulls away. His eyes are dark and molten—I want to melt in it. I’ve been called “easy” in the past. The derogatory type, not the compliment. The college orchestra slut who slept around with every guy in every stand. My past confidence seems like a ghostly tune now played in the distance in soft melancholy. But with Jaxon it feels different, he lights up a fire in me I thought I put out after that fateful night I was abused.

A fire I never thought would ever light up again. Until now.

My breaths turn into gasps as Jaxon explores my body with his mouth and hands like he’s trying to memorize it. Like I’m a piece of music he’s seeing for the first time, every inch of me a note, a cadence, or marking that tells him how to make me sing.

“This dress,” he murmurs, pushing a sleeve off-kilter to kiss the tip of my shoulder. “Is fucking torture.”

“Then take it off.”

He laughs while his hands reach behind my back for the zipper. I arch to give him room to zip it all the way down as he peppers my collarbone with light kisses. The dress loosens, the top falling to reveal my hard nipples and round breasts in the moonlight shining through the glass windows of our hotel room. The groan that leaves Jaxon’s lips is deep—a low, primal growl.

His eyes flicker up to me from between my breasts, so dark and inky with desire. I expect him to pull the dress off, or rip it even. Instead, his mouth descends, like he can’t wait to touch me anymore, and licks softly at the exposed curve. I squirm beneath him as he continues to kiss up, lips wrapping around my nipple to suck firmly until I moan.

My hands fist into the couch as pleasure shoots straight between my thighs. I clench over nothing, desperate for the feel of something, of anything, of him.

“Jaxon,” I whine.

“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he says as he cups my other breast and rolls a thumb over my nipple. Slowly, his hand finally winds down between my thighs to lightly press over my pussy. His fingers tap on my clit and my hips buck, my gasp cutting through the air.

“Jax,” I pant. I grind my hips for more, but he pulls away with a smirk.

“Greedy girl. Slow down. We have all night.”

I whimper softly. His palm is still between my thighs, his lips plump and red from kissing and sucking on my skin.

“I want to see you.” His raspy voice matches the graze of his fingers over my lacy thong. When his thumb presses over my clit, I arch, my eyes shutting as his words crash over me. “I want to watch you soak my fingers as I fuck your cunt till you come.”

I don’t get a chance to respond as he pushes the material to the side and draws a line up my entrance up to my clit. He groans instantly as his fingers are met with my slick need from all his teasing.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he grinds out, then slips a finger in and hooks inward.

“You won’t. Stop teasing me.” I choke on the last word as he slips in another finger.

“What can I say? I like all the little sounds you make.”

His breath is hot, and when I look down, his lips are so close to my clit. His fingers begin to pump and I cry out loudly. I never imagined feeling like this, the way Jaxon has me reeling. It makes my head tip back as he thrusts in deep, my forgotten dress hot over my stomach, my bare tits rising to the sky. When my eyes flutter close I’m shocked at the growl in his voice, “Eyes on me, Love. I want to see it when I make you come. ”

My heart flutters, skittering haphazardly with no beat or rhythm. It simply picks up the pace that Jaxon’s fingers set and I’m at the mercy of his direction. He plays me like his violin. Fingers expertly winding me up and bringing me down, all the while watching me with his dark chocolate eyes. His other hand grips over my breast to pinch my nipple as he continues to control the way my body crescendos. And where in the past I was afraid of the crash, the silence after, I know this night is far from over. His cock bulges in his pants almost painfully, and as soon as I come down from this, I want him in my hands immediately.

“So. Fucking. Stunning.” He accentuates each word with a hard pump of his fingers. When he slips in another, my muscles pull taut, fists clenching into the couch as my wet sounds and moans fill the air. Jaxon dips his head to suck on my nipple as his hands keep thrusting. He bites at my neck, kisses my lips roughly, then as my moans grow high-pitched, his other hand presses a thumb to my clit and circles softly. Sparks erupt in my vision, but I keep my eyes on him like he wants. The hunger in his grows as I rock my hips to meet the rhythm of his fingers, my gasps grating in the air. The pleasure explodes like a birthday sparkler, crackles of white light popping in my eyes as my crescendo breaks into a climax.

“Jaxon!” I scream, his name so reverent on my lips. The pressure feels as if my chest is cracking open, my breaths hot and heavy as I continue over the crest .

“Eyes on me, Sadie. I’ve got you. Let go for me.” My vision goes white and as I look into Jaxon’s eyes, his pupils wide with desire.

Jaxon slips his fingers from me, slowly licking my dripping cum in the most seductive way. When he swallows, his Adam’s apple bobs and even though I just came, he has me feral for him.

I waste no time to push him back, slip the rest of my dress and my now thoroughly soaked thong to the ground then turn to him.

With the most level voice I can muster, I say, “Sit.”

A glint of mischief crosses his eyes as if wondering what might happen if he protests, but he comes off his knees to sink back into the couch where I just lay.

“Always so competitive, Sass.” He smirks, his dimple flashing at me, but then he takes in my body in the moonlight, now completely naked in front of him, my red waves curling over the curve of my breasts.

I bend to unbuckle my heels, but he grabs my wrist. “No. Keep them on.”

My eyes flare. “You want me naked except for my heels?”

“Yes,” he growls, his hand squeezing his cock over his pants. “You have no idea how you look right now.”

“And how do I look?” I ask, my voice breathy. I step between his knees to lean over his chest. My hair brushes the tips of his shoulders, my hard nipples close to his mouth, but it’s my hand that drags over the buttons of his shirt that makes him shiver.

“Like fucking heaven.” His hands cup my face instantly and bring me into a rough kiss. I hum at his touch, our tongues tangling, our breaths shallow, but I pull away slowly with a grin.

“Now look who’s greedy,” I tease.

He groans. “You torture me, Sass.”

“Should I stop?” I whisper against his neck. “I haven’t even played you like my violin yet. I was about to show you all the ways I can wrap myself around your cock.”

“ Fuck,” he groans and I nip at his bottom lip, then start to unbutton his shirt. With every button slip, I press a kiss to where the fabric pops open. His sighs grow more ragged the further my fingers skate down. They trail from his pecs, over his abs, to the V that disappears under his pants until they rest on the buckle of his belt. Right above his throbbing cock. Hard for me . My pussy clenches the same time I see him twitch when I graze my hand over his bulge and I feel myself getting wet all over. I get the job done this time and within seconds, I slide the leather of his belt free from the buckle and out of the loops.

I pause a moment, my fingers tucked in his pants, to whisper breathily, “How do you want me, Jaxon?”

His eyes flare. “On your knees.”

I smirk, sinking to my knees and tugging his pants down with me.

“And what do you want?” I ask as I free his thick cock from his boxer briefs, my eyes widening over his girth. I bite my lip as greed fills me, the fiery need to touch him and taste him growing wild.

Jaxon fists his cock while I stare, a smirk growing on his face as I swallow hard.

“Desperate to be wrapped around me, Sass?” he teases with a tug of his hand over his cock. Unable to resist, I wrap my fingers over his and move in rhythm with him. Our breaths heavy and frantic.

I bite my lip and nod. I can’t take my eyes off how fucking big Jaxon’s cock is. How thick he is in my hand.

“Good,” he growls. “Now suck, Sadie. Get that cock wet before I wrap your pussy over it.”

“Yes,” I moan. He lets go, my fingers now free to wrap around his thick base as I flatten my tongue and lick a slow stripe up from the base to his tip. He shudders, eyes hooded as he looks down at me stroking him, my tongue swirling at his tip. I can only imagine the thoughts in his head. What he sees. Me between his thighs. Naked except for my heels. Red hair over my pink nipples. Tongue and hands wrapped over his hard cock.

His fingers weave through my hair as my lips finally wrap around him. He fills my mouth, and the wetness grows between my thighs as I take him deeper and deeper.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he curses. I hum at the rasp in his voice, the vibration making his hips buck as I take him even deeper. Because I can. Because seeing him like this—so free, so unrestrained, so burdenless—is something I could get drunk off of.

My head bobs, sucking him reverently as one hand grips his base. I twist in motion with my swirling tongue as my other hand cups his balls and his head tips back. He groans, eyes fluttering close, while his grip tightens in my hair.

The lewd and lascivious sounds I make sucking his cock is all we can hear and it sets off all my nerve endings. My pussy is soaked, but I don’t stop as Jaxon holds my head gently to start fucking my mouth. I open wide, letting him thrust deeply as I groan over his length.

“Your lips look so good wrapped around my cock, Sass. I can’t wait to fill your cunt with it.”

I moan louder, imagining the way his cock can stretch my pussy like it stretches my mouth. His tip hits the back of my throat with one hard thrust, then he loosens his grip on my hair and pulls me up over him until my knees rest on either side of his hips.

I’m panting, breathless, but even more so at the tender touch of Jaxon’s fingers sweeping my hair over my shoulder to uncover one of my breasts.

“I want to feel you.” He sucks a nipple in his mouth. “Wrapped tight.” His teeth lightly bite and I gasp in pleasure. “Over my cock.”

I shudder. The words coming out of this man melt my core. He swirls his tongue and I can’t resist it anymore, I slide my clit against his length and he groans.

“Condom?” he asks.

“IUD. I’m clean,” I pant.

“Thank fuck. I am too.” He reaches between us to angle his cock at my entrance, rubbing the tip against me in a tease. My hips roll, ready to take him in, but when he doesn’t push, I whimper. My hands fists in his hair as my pussy clenches, desperate to feel him stretch me. Jaxon only swipes again, clearly enjoying watching me squirm.

“Stop. Edging me. Jaxon,” I whine, but his hand on my ass keeps me from sinking down.

“I want to make this last,” he says.

“You’re so fucking annoying,” I say, but I gasp when he swipes at my entrance again.

“You like it,” he murmurs softly. Another fucking swipe.

“Jaxon, please . I need you.”

He loosens his grip on my ass and slowly guides the tip of him in. I cry out at the stretch as he smiles victoriously.

“I love it when you beg,” he groans, then pushes my hip down, inch by inch to wrap around him slowly.

For a moment, we simply pause, trapped in the sensation of his cock filling me, stretching my soaked pussy dripping down his length. The moment feels endless until Jaxon sits up to capture my bottom lip with his teeth.

“Don’t stop,” I whine.

“I waited six years for you, Sadie. I’m not stopping now.” He steals my breath with a rough kiss, swallowing my moan when he starts to move. I ride with him, lifting my hips to slam on his cock, a surge of pleasure shooting up my spine each time he pulses.

“Look at you, Sadie. Riding my cock with those fucking heels. You’ve been dreaming of this, haven’t you?”

He thrusts even harder then and I gasp, “ Yes. ”

Our pace quickens, my hips grinding, tits bouncing and Jaxon’s eyes are locked at my heat gripping his hard cock. We’re all hot breaths and moans, the moonlight glancing off our sweaty skin. When my head tilts back, sparks shoot up my chest, like fireworks popping as our rhythm continues to build.

Suddenly his hands tighten on my hips and he bucks, flipping us so I’m lying with my back on the couch and him over me. He hooks an arm under my leg to bring my ankle over his shoulder, and the change in pressure makes me scream.

“Fuck!” I whimper. “Jaxon, you’re so big.”

“All for you, Sadie. You can take it.”

My moans grow louder. My nails bite into his skin. He thrusts even deeper.

“You love the way my cock fills your cunt, don’t you?” he asks with a thrust that has me shaking.

“ Yes .” My senses overload as my vision turns to white, everything a blur as my body trembles under him. When he slips my other ankle up to his shoulder, folding me to sink his cock deeper, my eyes roll back. The moan from my lips is feral, but Jaxon’s responding groan tells me I pull apart at his seams too. Our hearts are cracked open. Six years of waiting. Months of tension finally bursting.

That same crescendo begins to build, but it’s both of us barreling towards the crash.

“Jaxon. I’m going to…” My voice trails off. My muscles pull taut as Jaxon thrusts hard and deep, hips slapping against me as I whimper.

Then my hips jerk at the sudden pressure over my clit and Jaxon pants, “Come for me, Sadie.”

The sound of my name is what sends me and I tip over the crest with a loud cry. Jaxon groans in response, and seconds later, he’s pulsing into me. I expect him to pull out, for the moment to end, but we spend the rest of the night no less wrapped up. Singing each other’s names. Over every piece of furniture. Until the music of our moans quieten into ragged breaths and thundering hearts.

When we finally fall into bed, happy and exhausted, it’s in the quiet I realize I waited six years for him too. And he was definitely worth waiting for.