Sweet Seduction (2 page)

“So eager, beautiful.” He grinned up at me before flicking his tongue over my nipple.

Jax removed his finger from me, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his thick hard cock. The beads of cum dripping down his hand glistened in the light from the street lamp. I looked nervously down at every delicious inch of him, pulling my lip between my teeth. Fuck me, he was huge. I wasn't sure I was going to be able to take all of him.

Jax tilted my head back up to his eyes. “Don't worry sweetheart, he’ll fit.” He winked. His hands took purchase of my hips, lifting me up over his length. “Now be a good girl and slide your panties aside so I can fuck this tight little pussy,” he ordered.

I slid the lace aside and took in a deep breath before lowering myself down his cock. My head dropped back as he filled me to the hilt. He was right, he fit perfectly inside me. I never wanted this full, exquisite feeling to go away.

My arms snaked around his neck pulling him closer. His hot mouth sucked and licked every inch of my exposed flesh leaving his mark on me. The truck rocked in rhythm with us, the widows dripping with condensation as our moans filled the small cab. The animal inside me growing stronger with every thrust of his hips.

I could feel every throb, every pulse of his cock inside me. They were all for me, feeding my desire. Our lips met again in a deep soul crushing kiss. He kissed me like he needed air and I was his oxygen.

My hips rocked harder and faster, pulling us both further to the edge. My orgasm all consuming, hit me like a tidal wave of pleasure. A pleasure I’d never truly felt with any other man before. My body shook and convulsed as the waves crashed over me. Jax held me tight against him as his own orgasm hit, each pulse of his cock was hot, sweet, and perfect.

He nuzzled his face in the crook of my neck, softly kissing me as we came down from our high. “Do you have a name, Kitten?” he asked between kisses.

“It's Lexi,” I breathed.

“So here is what’s going to happen, Kitten. You are going to come back to my apartment, where I will spend the rest of the night fucking you all over every square inch of it. That sound okay with you?” His head came back up, the boyish grin making my pussy throb with need.

I leaned in placing a gentle kiss on each of his dimples. “That sounds perfect.”

“I can’t believe that asshole asked you to marry him without me,” I whine, eyeing the different rows of freshly picked apples for some Granny Smiths to use in the caramel apple tartlets I’ll be making tonight at the restaurant.

It’s a cool fall morning down at the Boston Farmers Market. Hanover Street is bustling with patrons picking up fresh fruit, vegetables, and fish for the day. This is one of my favorite times of the day. I love walking down the rows of fresh produce and herbs, taking the simple ingredients and turning them into something spectacular and delicious to serve at my restaurant.

I opened Bennett’s two years ago after my brother, Grayson, gave me the startup capital. After culinary school, I hadn’t wanted to work in a restaurant cooking someone else's recipes. My dream has always been to own my own restaurant, making my down home southern comfort food with a modern twist. After two years of working my ass off, Bennett's is now one of the top five best restaurants in all of Boston. We have tables booked for the rest of the year, and I am in talks with new investors about opening a second location. I have everything I ever wanted... well almost.

The one thing I’m missing is someone to share my success with. My main focus has always been my restaurant, and the few dates I do go on are with boring corporate types. My friends always say I work too much, but work is all I have. I would consider changing my ways if I found the right person. If my brother can change, then why can’t I? That is one thing I shared with Grayson, we were both workaholics, focused on the success of our careers rather than relationships, until Grayson met Pippa at my birthday party a couple weeks ago. He’s happy, and now he's getting married and, honestly, I'm a little jealous of his happiness.

“It was in the heat of the moment, he had a gorgeous naked woman telling him she loved him, so he wasn’t exactly thinking with his brain,” Pippa jokes. “I’m sorry. We could reenact it on Sunday at dinner.”

“No, it’s okay. I am really happy for you two.” I give her a soft smile.

“So, are you going to go see Dimples tonight at the Blue Whiskey Club?”

“I was thinking about it. But would it look desperate, me hunting him down after one night together. Makes me feel like a fucking stalker.”

I met Jax about two weeks ago, and thanks to him, I ended up having one of the most incredible nights of my life. He's like no other man I have ever been with before. He pushed my buttons and challenged me like no one ever has.

That whole night felt like an out of body experience. I’ve read in magazines that a woman knows within the first five minutes of meeting a man whether or not they want to sleep with them. I’ve never felt that with any man. Probably why it takes at least a month of dating a guy before I sleep with them. That night at the bar, I knew within seconds of my eyes locking on Jax. I had to have him. It was like a whole new Lexi awoke that night. 

Now I am completely obsessed with getting another taste of Jax. This man has consumed my every thought. I’ve come close to going to his apartment just to see him again, but I didn’t want to look like some crazy stalker.

“After hearing you describe your night with him, I’m pretty sure he wants to see you again. How could he not? You’re gorgeous, smart, have an amazing rack, and a to booty match. You’re a bad boy rocker’s wet dream.”

“You’re sweet to say that Pip, but guys like Jax don’t fuck the same pussy twice.” I sigh.

“Will you at least think about it?” she asks, giving me the puppy dog eyes. How can I say no to that?

“Okay, I will think about it,” I say, regretting it almost instantly.

“Yay!” she shouts, thrusting her arms into the air. “Oh you should come over to Grayson's later. I want to show you the tiles and paint colors I chose for the bathroom.”

“I’ll head over after I drop off the day’s produce at the restaurant.”

The morning sun is reflecting off the empty bottle of Jack sitting on my nightstand. The bottle that still has her black lace thong slung around the neck. It’s the last remaining piece of Lexi I have left. I slept in our sex sheets for a week after we fucked. I wanted her honey suckle scent around me for as long as possible. I even refused to shower for two days, not wanting to wash away the remains of her pink lipstick off my chest or from my cock. After one night, this blonde haired, emerald green-eyed vixen has me completely by the balls. 

I haven’t been able to think of anything but her for the past two weeks. Every time I close my eyes I can see those sweet pink lips that looked so damn good wrapped around my cock. I miss the feel of her legs squeezing around my waist, the sharp pain of her nails digging into my back while I pounded into her, and God help me, I miss the pulse of her pussy around my dick.

I lift the panties off the bottle and bring them to my nose, breathing in her sweet scent, getting my fix before I leave for work. Just then an image of Lexi riding my face while sucking my cock flashes in my head and, with that, I’m rock hard. My hand grips tightly around my length, stroking up and down.

I close my eyes envisioning my tongue thrusting in and out of her tight cunt, her sweet honey dripping down my chin. Her pleasure filled moans vibrating to my core. My balls tighten with every stroke of her warm velvet tongue, feeding her another drop of my cum. She’s so fucking hungry for it she sucks me harder, massaging my balls, desperate for more. I’m ready to blow, but I want her to come with me. My mouth latches onto her throbbing clit, sucking and nipping until she’s coming all over my face.

With one final stroke, I go off like a fucking gun, blowing my load all over my stomach. I give the panties one last sniff before draping them back over the whiskey bottle. I climb out of bed, my dick still standing at attention as I make my way to the bathroom. It looks like I’ll be rubbing one more out in the shower.

An hour later I climb out of my work truck, slinging my tool belt over my shoulder. I walk up the steps to the brownstone my team has been working at for the past week. The owner, Grayson Bennett, has been a friend of mine for two years and that’s about as long as we have been restoring his house. Grayson gave me my first job after I took over my father's construction company. Now my team and I are working all hours of the day and night to finish up the final leg of this project, so this dumb fuck can get married to some chick he’s barely knows.

Who am I to fucking judge, Lexi has me wound up tight and desperate for another taste of that sweet pussy of hers. No woman has ever had this effect on me. During my touring days with my band, Waking the Fallen, I screwed anything with tits and didn’t think twice about any of them. But after one night with Lexi, I am completely hooked, and I would give my left nut to see her again. But sadly, I don’t know how to find her. We were both too distracted with ravaging each other’s bodies to exchange last names and, by the time I woke up the next morning, Lexi was nowhere to be found.

Stepping inside the three story house, I notice the row of cardboard boxes that used to line the foyer are now gone, replaced by a side table with a vase of fresh flowers and framed pictures. The walls are now lined with art. The new Mrs. Bennett must be doing some redecorating.

I pick up one of the pictures off the table. It’s Grayson with some blonde kissing his cheek. My hands squeeze around the frame harder when I notice the blonde in the picture is Lexi, my Lexi. What the fuck is this bullshit?

The glass in the frame cracks under the pressure of my rage. Was this bitch just using me to have one last fucking fling before she got married? A part of me wants to call Gray and tell him who he’s really marrying, but another part of me wants to beat his ass for taking my Lexi away from me. I slam the picture down on the table, the blood boiling inside my veins as I storm toward the door. Just as I reach for the knob, the door opens and, to my shock, in walks Lexi.

Our eyes lock, hers widening in shock. “Jax, what are you doing here?” she mumbles. Pulling a nervous lip between her teeth, my eyes switch their focus to her sweet lips. Fuck me, she’s wearing pink lipstick, the same shade she wore the night we met. It makes me sick to my stomach to think that those lips have left the same trail of pink on Grayson as they did on me.

“I’m here fixing your fiancé’s house,” I snarl.

The shock fades away from her face and is replaced by laughter. I’m glad she finds the fact that the man she cheated on her fiancé with fixing her soon to be new home so funny.

“You think I’m Grayson’s fiancé.” She giggles again. “Grayson is my brother. Pippa is his fiancée.”

“I saw the picture of you kissing Gray on the cheek and I just assumed you were his fiancée.”

She walks over to the side table and picks up the broken picture frame then turns back to me. “Did someone get a little jealous?” she smirks, pointing at the cracked glass.

“I was ready to rip off his head for taking what’s mine.”

“So, what, you think that after one night of decent sex you own me?” she says baiting me.

I slowly stalk over to her, eyeing her up and down. She’s wearing dark jeans and a gray sweatshirt that is hanging off her left shoulder, giving me a peek at her golden tanned skin and the strap of her pink tank top. Her long blonde locks are cascading down her right shoulder. I just want to bury my hands in her hair. And her six-inch pale pink heels are making her the perfect height to steal a kiss from her candy pink lips.

“Decent sex, huh? I seem to remember making you come so hard you passed out.” I grab the picture out of her hand setting it back down on the table. My other arm snakes around her waist, pulling her to my chest. Closing my eyes, I breath in her honeysuckle scent, the sweet smell is making my dick strain against the seam of my zipper.

“Maybe you need to be reminded who owns this pretty pussy.”

My free hand fists in her hair, pulling her head back.

“We can’t do this here, Pippa will be here any minute,” she protests.

“It’s been fourteen days since the last time I was buried inside you; I don’t care if she watches as long as I get to have you again.”

I don’t let her get so much as a breath out before my lips come crashing down on hers. The sweet cherry taste of her lipstick turns me into a ravenous beast, sucking and biting on her lips. I missed these lips, these curves, and the feel of her in my arms. Her body melts against my touch as my hands move down the curve of her ass, lifting her up in my arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. Her hands knock away my baseball cap and fist into my hair keeping me firmly planted to her lips, while her greedy tongue devours every inch of my mouth.

Before we can go any further, our moment is quickly ruined by a voice coming from the front door.

“Well looks like you two are making yourselves right at home.”

Lexi breaks from our kiss and hides her blushing face behind her hands. My gaze shifts to the front door, and the smiling blonde leaning against the doorway, with her arms folded across her chest. This must be the real fiancée, Pippa.

“So you must be the famous Jax Lexi has been telling me about.” She shifts to her feet and walks over to us, holding her hand out to me. Lexi slides down my body, trying to wiggle out of my grasp, but I hold her tight to my side with one arm while the other reaches out to shake Pippa's hand.

I look back at Lexi, her face turning an even brighter shade of red. She’s been talking about me. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt a connection between us.

“The one and only, and you must be Pippa. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Oh, the pleasure is all mine.” She pauses and looks over at Lexi, then proceeds to eye me up and down. “Now I can see why you fell so hard for this one, he’s a cutie.” She grins.

I can hear Lexi breath an Oh my God next to my ear. I know she is blushing. She has nothing to be embarrassed about, I fell just as hard for her that night.

“Okay, I think I’m going to go back to the restaurant now. Pip you can just bring the samples you wanted me to see to the restaurant tonight.” Lexi wiggles out of my grasp and starts heading for the door.

I run past her and block her. “Oh no you don’t. I’m not letting you slip through my fingers again. The band is playing at the Blue Whiskey again tonight, I want you there front and center like last time.” Cupping her face in my hands, I dip my head, sealing her lips with mine. “Then we can finish what we started,” I whisper against her lips.

“I’ll be there, I promise,” she murmurs, before kissing me again.

I regretfully release her from my lips and my hands. My body already missing the connection. Stepping aside, I let her pass, keeping my eyes on her as she walks out to her truck. Damn, she drives a truck. My Lexi just keeps getting better and better.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Pippa stepping next to me.

“Can I give you a piece of advice about our sweet Lexi?”

“And what would that be?” I ask, giving her a sideways glance. Feels like I'm about to get the, if you hurt my friend I’ll kill you speech.

“She is going to try and push you away, it’s what she does when she feels like she’s losing control. I love Lexi like a sister, but she is a giant pain in the ass. She is a workaholic control freak that is wound up so tight you could shove a piece of coal up her ass and get a diamond. She needs someone to help her lose control, someone who can show her there is more to life than work. I think you are that someone.”

“And you know this how?”

“Because I’ve seen the look on her face when she talks about you. Her face beams at the mere mention of your name. She’s falling for you, and it scares the shit out of her, but I know when you tell her you are feeling the same way she will come around.” She gives me a knowing smile, like she’s reading my mind.

“We have barely spent five minutes together, and you can already tell I’m crazy about her.”

“I’m a good reader of people. You look at her like she’s the only woman in the room, and the way you wouldn’t let her get too far from your side, tells me you care deeply about her. Just promise me one thing…that no matter how much she tries to push you away, you keep pushing just as hard to keep her.”

“I can promise you without a shadow of a doubt, I am never letting her out of my sight again.”