Chapter 52

MILA

I mean, who wouldn't want a big, hunky, sweaty hockey player in their shower with them… right?

I almost hate the way Jax leaves me feeling so teased all the time.

He texts in a way I never experienced before.

I mean, there are dirty texts and flirty texts… sure… but he's just so…

Up front? Demanding? Horny?

I don't know what it is.

But here I am, pacing my dorm, biting my nails with anticipation.

I have four books open. I was just taking notes for a huge exam in a few days.

And now my brain can't stop thinking about Jax's body.

I'm supposed to be studying internal medicine right now.

Yet all I want is Jax to study me internally… with his cock…

I cringe.

I'm barefoot.

I'm wearing tight shorts.

I'm in a PU hoodie and nothing else.

No bra. Nothing.

I actually considered putting a bra on for a second but then realized why bother… Jax would just tear it off my body anyway.

I'm like a pet pacing around waiting for their owner to get home.

Oh, God, no. It's not like that at all!

Don't ever say it like that, Mila!

You're in control of him. You want him. His cock. That's why he's coming over.

"That's right," I tell myself.

Also, forget pacing. Forget getting all worked up.

There's no need for it.

I plop down on the couch and grab a textbook.

The words are so small. And there are so many of them.

And there are no pictures.

I look at the door.

Back down to the book.

I can't find where I left off.

I pick a random spot to start reading…

I toss the book to the table.

My chances of retaining any information right now? Zero.

So I hug my knees and wait for Jax to show up.

He texts me when he's outside the door.

My mouth goes dry. Elsewhere feels wet.

This guy has everything inside me all twisted up.

I walk to the door and try to play it cool.

I open the door and my jaw drops.

There's Jax…

Standing with a massive hockey bag hanging off his shoulder.

His hair is messy. He's in a sleeveless shirt.

Muscles big, dried with sweat.

Sweat stains on his shirt.

Shorts… that hide nothing.

The obvious outline of his…

"You weren't kidding," I whisper.

"Not for a second, honey," he says.

He steps into my dorm, drops his bag and kicks the door shut.

His hands go right down for my legs, around and up, touching my ass. Fingertips flirting with the line of my shorts. He teases for a second, then moves his hands up my hoodie.

I watch the delight spread across his face as he discovers there is nothing under the hoodie.

His hands move over my breasts. A slight tease.

He keeps going, wanting the hoodie off.

So now in a matter of seconds from his arrival, I'm topless.

I have to admit, he does stink. That musky, rough and tough, manly dried sweat smell. It makes my nose throb. It should be gross to me… but everything about Jax is over the top sexy.

He pulls me against him.

My soft, clean breasts are now pressed against his gross shirt.

"Shower?" I whisper.

"Shower," he says.

I turn away, grab his hand and lead the way through my dorm - topless - to the bathroom.

I turn on the water, then look over my shoulder.

Jax is stripping himself of his clothes.

Shirt? Off.

Shorts? Down.

His cock presses against the inside of his boxer briefs…

I stare in disbelief.

Jax doesn't hesitate for a second.

He pushes the boxer briefs down and steps out.

Now he's standing there, completely naked, his cock throbbing.

"Oh, fuck, Jax," I whisper.

He moves toward me and touches my hips.

He slides his hands down, into my shorts and panties and strips them down… all the way down…

He crouches down as he does so.

There's a moment I feel his breath… against my ass…

I shiver.

Jax stands back up and guides me into my own shower.

Now we're standing under the hot water as it collides with both our bodies.

Jax reaches around me for my pink and purple fuzzy washcloth.

Then he grabs for my honeysuckle body wash with his other hand.

I can feel his cock pressing against the middle of my back.

Jax places the washcloth and the soap into my hands.

My jaw slowly drops.

He brings my hands together…

He wants me to wash him?

I rub the soap against the washcloth, lathering it up with fresh suds.

Then I slowly turn to face Jax.

I feel his cock sliding against my body, back, side, then against my stomach.

His eyes drop down to my breasts. My nipples, wet, perked, curious and waiting for his touch.

I place the washcloth to his chest and I begin to make small circles.

Up his chest. To his neck. Around to the back of his neck.

His hands grab my sides.

I'm shaking.

I move the washcloth down to his chest once more. Then I lower it. His stomach. His lower stomach.

Jax smiles and nods.

I gently rub the washcloth against his cock. Quickly though.

Then down to his legs… right leg first. Then the left.

Jax turns around.

I stare at his wide back and wash there next.

The shower smells like the familiar honeysuckle scent of my soap.

I bite my bottom lip as I rub the washcloth against his firm ass.

Jax turns back around and he takes the washcloth and soap from me.

He lathers it up again and washes his face.

Then under his arms.

Then down between his legs.

I can't believe I'm watching this, turned on…

He rinses the washcloth off, rings it out, then tosses it out of the shower.

He steps under the water.

My eyes marvel at him. At his cock.

I can't contain myself any longer.

I reach for him. I want to stroke him. I want to suck him. I want to feel him thrust into me.

Jax surprises me when he grabs my wrist.

He looks at me. He turns to face me.

In one quick motion, his left hand pulls me at the middle of my back.

My body collides with his.

His right hand slides between my legs, curling…

I jump to my toes and gasp.

Jax drops his mouth to mine.

We kiss.

His pointer and middle fingers find my clit and he begins to write a love story with his fingertips.

My body quivers and I can't believe how far along I am already.

It's instant. Like a bolt of lightning hitting me all at once.

"Jax," I purr after breaking our kiss.

"I know, honey, I can feel it. I can feel you. You're ready to come already."

"I'm sorry…"

"Don't you ever be sorry for your pleasure," Jax says. "In fact… I think I'm feeling a little thirsty right now, honey."

I suck in a breath and watch this hunky college hockey player crouch down.

His hands grab my ass and he pulls me against his mouth.

His tongue licks heartily everywhere…

I don't have a second to process this before my hips buck forward and I cry out.

I grab at his hair, his face, and my legs start to shake.

His tongue works its magic against my clit and that's it…

The fastest orgasm of my life.

And what do I do?

I scream.

I throw myself back against the wall.

My hips thrust forward even harder,

Jax's tongue is wild. Perfectly wild.

He then takes his mouth from my pussy, replacing it with his fingers.

Rubbing and gripping at me as he stands back up.

My body has now entered a state of convulsing because I'm coming so hard.

My feet are suddenly sliding on the shower floor, slippery from the soap leftover from Jax's body.

I let out a scream as I really start to slip and fall.

Jax moves his hand from between my legs and grabs me.

I panic and jump up and pull at him.

Next thing I know he starts to slide too.

I don't know why but I reach for his face.

He turns his head and thrusts his left hand out for balance.

It all happens so quickly.

I gasp for a breath.

I'm about ready to start laughing.

An orgasm that quick and that powerful that I almost slipped and fell in the shower…

That's when Jax looks at me.

And I see he has blood running down his face.