CHAPTER 2: DRY HUMPING BEFORE THE CLASS
JAX'S POV
She's sitting on my d**k. Through our clothes, yes, but she's sitting on my d**k and she's acting like nothing is happening, like this is just a normal yoga pose, like I'm not about to come in my pants like a f*****g teenager.
"Class, follow along with your partners," she says, her voice perfectly calm. "The person on the bottom provides stability while the person on top opens their heart space."
She leans back, arching her spine, her weight shifting on my c**k. The movement grinds her ass against my shaft - a slow, dragging friction that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
"Feel the stretch in your hip flexors," she continues, rolling her pelvis.
Rolling. Her. Pelvis.
On my c**k.
I'm dying. I'm actually dying.
"Jax, you need to ho
