From Rags(31)
Author: Suzanne Wright

As mad as he was, Connor couldn’t help laughing. He put the car in park and jogged after her. He caught her easily, she was laughing so hard she could barely move. Her jerked her back against him, then twirled her round and hoisted her up, urging her to curve her legs around him. “You’re a tease,” he said, still laughing with her. Then he brought his lips to hers and devoured her, pressing her body close to him. She didn’t fight him, she opened up to him like she was as hungry for the contact as he was. That in mind, he couldn’t get them in the car fast enough.

“You taking me back to my apartment?” she asked, all innocence, as she clicked her seatbelt into place. Judging by the direction he was heading, the answer was no.

“Not a bloody chance. You’re coming home with me and you’re going to do something about this hard-on that you caused and then deliberately aggravated.”

“I can do something about that right now.”

CHAPTER EIGHT

Before the words had properly registered in his brain she was across his lap and her mouth exhaled heavily against his erection through his pants. He groaned. His button and zipper were deftly dealt with and then her soft hand was fishing him out of his boxers. He sucked in a breath as she licked him from base to tip before running her tongue along the slit, lapping up the drop of moisture there. “Jaxx.” Then she closed that mouth that should surely only exist in fantasies over the head of his cock, lathed it with her tongue, and sucked hard. “Jesus.”

Driving one-handed now, Connor speared his fingers in her hair as she took as much of him into her hot mouth as she could. When his dick hit the back of her throat he groaned helplessly. Just as she had to the bottle, she swirled her tongue over and under him. The breath slammed out of his lungs as she then began sucking with vigour. Had he been standing, his knees would have given out. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, babe. Just like that.”

Jaxxon smiled around his dick – it was a smile of pure feminine satisfaction. With her mouth she learned the length of him; sliding her tongue over each ridge and vein, and sporadically pausing in her sucking to lazily curl her tongue over the silky head. She fully intended to drive him to the edge of his control again. She knew that soon enough he would have his fill of her and then she would probably never see him again. That could even happen tonight. She was going to make sure that she wasn’t easy to forget.

Who was it who said that reality can never live up to fantasy? thought Connor as he groaned again. Here was evidence that that theory was absolute bollocks. How many times had he imagined this? Too often, and yet never had he imagined it would be this good. He’d have loved to watch but there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was going to stop this car and delay having her any longer. He’d managed to catch fleeting glimpses, and, shit, just seeing his c**k disappearing into her mouth…What he wouldn’t give to have the feel of her mouth around his dick while she came. Christ, she was sucking him even deeper now; gliding the flat of her tongue along his underside each time. Helplessly he began lifting his hips, surging into her mouth. And now the little witch was lightly grazing him with her teeth. “Jaxx, babe, you have to stop.”

Instead of ending the torture Jaxxon worked harder and faster, tightening her lips around him and sucking until her cheeks hollowed.

“Jaxx, I mean it, you have to stop or I’ll blow my load right now.”

“Good,” she hummed.

The hum vibrated along his cock, dragging at his self-control. That was it, he was gone. Fisting his hand even tighter in her hair, he lifted his hips and erupted into her mouth with a loud, guttural groan. She continued sucking, milking him of every last drop as he pulsed incessantly inside her. Then the mental bitch sat up, took a deep breath and faced forward to gaze out the window as if she hadn’t just given him the best blowjob of his life. His half-promise half-threat came out in a gruff voice. “You should now right now that I’m going to f**k you ’til you can’t think straight once we get to my apartment.”

Connor wasn’t oblivious to the looks they received when they hastened into his building a few minutes later. The doorman, Henry, looked at him with surprise then realisation and approval. Connor knew why: he never brought a woman back to his apartment. It seemed that Henry was an admirer of Jaxx’s because apparently the fact that it was Jaxxon Carter the model made it all make sense. He wanted to tell Henry that he was only bringing her here because his apartment was nearer than hers, that it was nothing to do with the puzzling, primal urge to have her in his home.

Admiring looks followed Jaxx with every step she took. The security guards practically drooled and even the female receptionist looked a little mesmerised. Jaxx, however, was as totally oblivious as ever to her effect on people. Two feelings battled for dominance within Connor; frustration at the blatant ogling going on like he wasn’t there, and satisfaction at seeing people want so desperately what was his.

If there hadn’t been people in the lift with them, there was a good chance that the shedding of clothes would have started then. Although emptying himself into her mouth had calmed his frenzied state, his need for her still hammered at him. So much so that he wasn’t able to refrain from pressing his front to her back and reaching around to briefly cup her, loving her answering shudder. He couldn’t bring himself to care that one of the blokes in the lift had caught the movement and was staring at them, his expression hoping there was more to see. Why disappoint the man? This time he cupped a breast briefly. Jaxx, completely oblivious to their peeping tom, subtly rubbed her arse against his ever-hard bulge. Connor punishingly bit her ear so she retaliated by reaching around and pinching his arse.

Had the lift always been this slow? “We should have taken the stairs,” he muttered. To the ninth floor? Not likely. He ignored the knowing chuckles of those around them.

As the doors opened at the seventh floor, Jaxxon held them open. “I’ll tell you what, McKenzie, let’s hit the stairs. Whoever gets to the ninth first gets to be on top.”

For a second he didn’t breathe. “You’re on, Carter.”

Jaxxon could barely walk for laughing as Connor attacked the flights of stairs like a rocket. He must have tired of waiting because he came back looking for her, finding her on the eighth still giggling. He more or less dragged her the rest of the way up. They darted to the door of his apartment like they were being pursued by a knife-wielding madman…which was why Jaxxon was so taken aback when he didn’t jump her when they got inside. Instead, he stood staring at her, breathing hard. As she mirrored his stance and remained rooted to the spot, a part of her brain took notes on her surroundings. The interior was exactly like Connor; masculine, bold and stylish. The place was a hell of a lot bigger than her apartment. The balcony was a surprise.