Page 63 of Badd B*tch

"Not your mouth, though," I clarified.

"Oh," she breathed. "Y-yes."

"Okay?"

She gathered my head in her hands and leaned toward me, arching her back—not just silent permission, but a demand. "God, yes."

I flicked my tongue against a nipple, and her whole body jerked.

"Oh fuck!" she whimpered.

"Sensitive?"

"Incredibly," she answered, her hands tightening on my head as I leaned in and captured her breast in my mouth, suckling greedily at her hardening nipple.

She whimpered and then gasped as I licked, kissed, and suckled at her breast while caressing the other, and I felt her stomach tightening and curling in, felt her hips tip and rock.

“Tea?"

"Yeah?" she breathed. "What?"

"Can I ask you a super personal question, now?"

"Anything."

"You said you haven't had physical contact in a long time. Does that mean you haven't…um…touched yourself, either?"

Her eyes slid shut, and she nodded. "Yes. I mean, no. I mean…No, I haven’t touched myself, either. I haven't felt this kind of desire in so, so long, Jax." She shuddered. "I thought I was broken."

I crushed her to me, her arms slung around my neck, and she buried her face against mine. "You're not," I whispered. "You're not. You're not broken, Tea. You're perfect."

"I don't want to cry," she hissed.

"But it's okay if you do."

She shook her head vehemently. "No! I…I don't want to. I won't. I just…" she sniffled. "God, I'm sick of ruining things with my stupid fucking feelings."

What I was about to do was probably really dumb and would hurt like a motherfucker, but in the moment, I couldn't possibly care less. I twisted, dumping Tea over; I caught her head under my arm and braced myself above her, slashed my mouth onto hers. And yeah, the piercing blaze of agony that accompanied the boneheaded maneuver was breathtaking.

Literally, I had to fall to my back and break the kiss, gasping through the pain as it cut my lungs to pieces.

"Jax!" Tea scolded. "My god, you big dumb lunk. This can wait!"

I growled, shaking my head. "No, it fucking can't. I need you, now."

She pushed at my chest. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm not gonna change my mind. You're hurt, Jax. Badly." She wiggled out from under me and gently but insistently guided me to my back.

And I knew she was right—I'd overdone it, pushed myself too hard. I could feel my head spinning, my side aching, pain throbbing throughout my whole body, stealing my breath from my lungs. I could feel the gaping wounds all up and down my side from rib to hip, pounding and pulsing.

"FUCK!" I snarled, the word a breathless groan as I writhed in a vain attempt to alleviate the agony.

Tea leaned over me, and the soft points of her breasts slid against my stomach and chest, and then she was hovering over me, kissing me in exactly the position I'd intended to take myself. "Hey, breathe, Jax. It's okay."

"This isn’t…how I…envisioned…this going," I said through gritted teeth, each pause punctuated by a breathless, ragged gasp.

"I kinda like the idea that you pictured this at all," Tea said.

"I'm picturing a whole hell of a lot more," I said, once I’d caught my breath, unable and unwilling to stop myself from carving my hands up her belly to caress her tits as they hung between us.