JAXON Fuck. She doesn’t know what she’s asking for. Or maybe she does, and that’s what drives me wild. Our little menace. I don’t speak. I can’t. Words would ruin it, and I don’t want that. If she wants me to take her, you can bet I fucking will. I drop to my knees, my palms curling around the backs of her thighs, and I drag her forward until her body meets the rough stone behind her. She lets out a soft gasp, and I feel it like it’s burned into my spine. My fingers reach for her bikini panties, and I pull the fabric down the length of her smooth, soft legs, tracing kisses down every inch. I don’t stop until her panties drop to her ankles. Sarah lets out a soft laugh as she steps out of them. My rough hands place her legs gently on my shoulders. There I am, staring at her freshly shaved, pink, pretty pussy. Most beautiful sight of my life, second only to the beauty of her face. My cock grows even harder in my shorts. As painful as it is, I ignore it. This is not about me. All I want to do is worship every inch of Sarah Wellspring like the goddess she is. I press my face into the space between her legs, inhaling her scent, all jasmine oil and the thick, warm sweetness of her arousal. “Jaxon…” she breathes, the sound barely audible over the crash of waves in the distance. I don’t look up. I lick a slow line along the inside of her thigh, then kiss her pussy lips gently. She’s already trembling for me. She shudders, hips twitching, her back arching into the stone like she can’t decide whether to escape or beg for more. That single movement pushes her forward, fanning my face with the heat from her core. More. I need more. I need to bury my tongue in her pussy and tongue fuck her till she’s breathless. And that’s what I do. I reach for her pussy and part her lips with my thumbs. Her clit stares at me, needy and swollen. A smile tugs at my cheeks. I lean in and give her one long, deliberate stroke of my tongue. Her fingers dig into my hair. She grabs a fistful, making a muffling sound that drives me insane. That’s it, baby. That’s the sound I live for.I start slowly, savoring the taste of her warm, engorged clit. Up. Down. Up. Down. I flick my tongue in a continuous motion. Sometimes fast enough to make her scream just a little, then slowly, so she can catch her breath. I want to memorize how she tastes. How she pulses under my tongue. How she clutches at my hair when I suck her clit into my mouth and circle it like she’s the only thing I’ve ever craved. Because she is. “Holy… fuck—Jaxon—oh my god.” Her voice is wrecked. Raw. She’s losing control, and it turns me into a fucking animal. I flatten my tongue against her pussy, letting her ride it as I grip her thighs and lock her down, making her feel every second of what I’m doing to her. My mouth is soaked, my jaw flexing, but I don’t stop. I want her legs to shake. I want her to fall apart all over my mouth. I want her to remember this every time she sees the beach, every time she hears my name. “Jaxon,” she whimpers again, nails dragging over my scalp, “please don’t stop. Don’t stop—fucking hell. Yes.” I look up for one second. She tilts her head back against the rock, her lips parted, and her body trembling. She’s trying to hold herself, but my tongue making its way in and out of her pussy makes it very hard. And when she clenches her walls against my tongue? Damn. Her thighs close in around my head and I let them, grinding my mouth harder against her. “God. Jaxon.” Any higher, and someone might actually hear her. The thought of that makes me go even faster. She’s close. I feel it in how her hips jerk, how her cries lose their shape. I take my tongue out and slide two fingers into her slick, dripping pussy while I suck hard on her clit. She screams, digging her hands deeper into my hair. The stinging pain is worth the taste of the cream she leaves on my tongue. And just like that, her legs give out. Sarah’s moans echo off the rock, and her entire body collapses into my hands. I catch her, still licking her through it, still tasting every drop of her orgasm like it’s the first meal I’ve had in years. It’s the first time I’ve had her to myself. It’s the first time I’ve had enough time to do everything I desire to do to her. And I intend to make the best of it. When she’s finally still and panting heavily—obviously trying to catch her breath, I pull back just enough to kiss her thigh. “You might just be mine,” I whisper against her skin. She’s still trembling when I press a soft kiss to the inside of her knee. For the first time in a while, I raise my head to look up at her. She’s blushing through her ragged breaths, glowing with sweat and something that looks a lot like satisfaction. “Someone’s really happy.” I tease, licking the bit of her juices left on my tongue. She playfully rolls her eyes, and I place her legs on the ground before I rise to my feet. Once I’m up, I brush the sand off my knees, but my eyes never leave her. I watch as she blinks up at me like she’s forgotten what planet we’re on. Yeah. My tongue normally has that effect on people. I reach for her waist and help her steady herself. When Sarah laughs, it's a soft, breathless giggle that sounds like sin dipped in honey. “You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I smirk, tucking a wild strand of her red hair behind her ear. “Shouldn’t I be?” Her face flushes again, but her smile starts to fade when she hears the faint crunch of footsteps on sand. Fuck no. We both freeze. I move quickly, standing in front of her to block the view from the beach. My hand grips the rock beside her head, the other wrapping protectively around her hip. The footsteps grow louder. Sarah’s eyes widen, and her body stiffens behind me. “Shit,” she whispers. “What if it’s Ronan? Or Malachi? We were gone for a while. I don’t know if…Jaxon, are we in trouble?” Fuck. Or worse. It could be some drunk tourist with a phone and no sense of boundaries. I would chase anyone down and break their phones if I have to, but it’ll be a lot better if I didn’t have to. I press a finger to her lips and whisper, “Don’t say a word.” The steps stop, and suddenly, there’s silence. I peek around the edge of the rock. A couple. Mid-thirties, tipsy, stumbling barefoot through the sand, giggling about how “the VIP lounge is boring.” The guy’s holding a beer bottle, the girl’s barefoot. Her cheeks are red as she looks around. I make sure we’re out of her view. She’s definitely looking for somewhere to hook up. Not today, buddy. I lean in close to Sarah’s ear. “Seems like they’re looking for a little fun. Too bad we found this spot first.” She bites her lip, suppressing a smile. The couple walks past, maybe ten feet away from the rocks. I hold my breath until they disappear into the dark stretch of beach beyond the last fire pit. The second they’re gone, I let out a deep breath. So does she. “That was close,” she speaks. “Too close.” I look down at her. “You liked that,” I murmur, brushing my nose against hers. “Maybe.” “You want to get caught, don’t you?” “Maybe.” God, she’s a menace. My menace. I drag her hand to my chest, place it over my heartbeat. “Feel that?” I whisper. “That’s what you do to me. Every damn time.” She stares up at me, with glassy hazel eyes. Her lips part like she’s about to speak, but there’s an uncertainty in her eyes. Whatever she is about to say, she feels the need to hold it back. And just like that, the energy shifts between us. Soft. Heated. God damn dangerous. “We should go get a drink,” she says quietly. “Before someone actually does find us.” I grin. “What do you think about a little swim? I’m actually not very thirsty anymore.”I reply, gently sucking my bottom lip. Her eyes widen in amusement, and I know exactly what she’s thinking, because I’m thinking the exact same thing. She reached for my chest, playfully punching me, and I catch her wrist mid-air, kissing her knuckles before lacing our fingers together. We step out from behind the rocks. She’s wearing a straight face. If I didn’t know better, if I wasn’t the one who had my tongue in her pussy just seconds ago, I would think we only went for a stroll. But I can still taste her on my tongue. And as I watch her hair dance with the wind, and the smile she tries to hide steals the corners of her lips, I know one thing for sure: I’ll never be done with Sarah Wellspring.