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"Ohmyfuckinggod, Tea!" he sounded…I don't even know.

Rapturous? Ravaged? Nearly broken by ecstasy?

He sounded like mine, that's how he fucking sounded.

"Mmmm!" I hummed, trying to communicate the depth and heat of my feelings without words, just with the tone of my voice as I hummed.

"So fuckin' incredible, honey," he whispered. "What the fuck are you doing to me?"

I took as much of his length as I could, until he hit the back of my throat, and then I went back to bobbing and sucking around his head while jacking his root. And this time, there was no slowing or stopping or changing.

I felt him reach the end of his self-control, such as it was. I felt his balls pulse in my hand, his shaft throb.

“Tea!" he cried, his voice ragged and raw and raspy. "I'm coming, honey. I'm—oh god, oh my fucking god, Tea!"

"Give it to me!" I demanded, the words tumbling out in a rush, and I took him into my mouth as soon as the last word left my lips.

He cradled my head and I looked up at him as I suckled his cock, bobbing faster and faster, all mouth now. "Tay—" he rasped, and his voice broke, unintentionally uttering the nickname only one person had ever used. I savagely shoved that away, because I wasn't about to let an experience this fucking magical and intoxicating and erotic get tainted by The Ghost of Trauma Past.

"Mmm!" I groaned, the sound more of a growl than anything. "Mmm-hmm!"

“Oh fuck, oh fuck!" He pulled at my head, and I let him push me down, felt him at the back of my throat. "Tea! I'm coming, I'm coming—holy shit I'm coming so fucking hard! Ohhhhh god Jesus!"

He exploded into my mouth, then, filling me with the taste of his release, salty and smoky and musky and sweet all at once, and I swallowed it all down and massaged his balls and pumped his root and sucked and bobbed and swallowed, and he came and he came and he came, pulse after pulse flooding my mouth until I couldn't keep up and it spurted out around his cock and trickled down the corners of my mouth, and through it all, Jax was breathless and arched, trembling in a hip bridge. His hands clutched at my head, crushed the piled mess of my hair, and then he sagged to the ground once more, gasping and panting. I let him pop free of my mouth, held him in both hands and licked my way up his shaft, rolled my mouth over his tip and swirled my tongue around his glans, and then went back to licking and mouthing and kissing his cock until it was soft and floppy in my hand.

Jax pulled me upward. "C'mere."

I went.

He cradled me to his chest, lying tucked up against his uninjured side, trapping my hands together in one of his. He kissed my knuckles, the backs of my hands, turned my hands to kiss my palms, and then he tipped my face up to his, swiped his thumbs at the corner of my mouth to clean away the mess, and then he kissed me deeply, almost as if to prove that he wasn’t bothered by the taste of himself on my mouth.

"Dear Lord in heaven, Tea." He sounded downright shaken. "I mean goddamn, girl. I don't know —shit, I don't know where I am, I don’t know when I am, I don’t even know who I am."

I felt a happy, self-satisfied, proud, and embarrassed smile spread across my face, and I hid it in his pec. “Nah, it was just a li’l somethin’, somethin’, know what I mean?” God, that was idiotic. Quick, someone give me something clever to say, because I clearly shouldn’t be trusted to talk. I groaned at my own stupidity.

He turned my face up to his. "Hey, you. What is it?"

I shook my head. "Nothing."

"Tea."

I rolled a shoulder. "Sometimes the dumb shit I say is embarrassing."

"To whom?"

"Me?"

"Embarrassed?" He laughed. "Just don't be."

I snickered. "Right, because that's how it works. Asthma attack? Just breathe. Depressed? Just be happy!"

He kissed my forehead. "Tea, for real. That was…bar none, that was the most incredible, magical, fucking surreal experience of my life. You shouldn't be embarrassed, you should be…I dunno. I don't know. Proud?"

"I'm just an idiot sometimes.”

He laughed, kissed me on the temple, the forehead, and then the lips. "It was cute and funny. Nothing to be embarrassed over."

He winced, then, shifting away from his wounded side, hissing. "Ah, shit."