Jagger Page 10
“Really?’
“Yeah, really...”
“Whatever...”
I grab my cup, spin on my heel and amble to an armchair. He follows me and sprawls on the sofa.
“You can sit here. I’m not gonna bite you,” he says, his hand brushing the seat next to him. “Unless of course, you want me to...” he adds and sinfully scrapes his bottom lip with his teeth.
“Right.”
“No, seriously. I’m not touching you... Not with my cock, anyway.”
He laughs.
“I promise you,” he says, serious this time. I place the cup on the table and slide next to him.
“That’s not what I had in mind,” he says, and loops his arms around me.
He flips me as if I’m an origami, and places me between his legs, my back to him.
“You can lean on me,” he murmurs in my ear.
As if I have a choice.
“This is not gonna work...” I say, my nipples getting hard.
“It will. You just have to give it a go,” he says, his voice soft, and I’m pretty sure he talks about something else. “I’m not gonna fuck you... All right?”
I sort of nod, not even half convinced. His fingers fan over my breasts. I jerk back.
“Jagger? That’s not not fucking me.”
“That doesn’t mean I can’t make you come,” he murmurs in my ear, and my skin covers with goosebumps.
“Jagger?”
“Shh. Answer my question first. Do you usually touch men in the elevator?”
His fingers trail the curves of my chest, push my tank top down and free my breasts. Cold air rolls over them before his hands cover them and pleasure flows between my legs.
“No... I don’t,” I say, the nasal words sounding like a moan.
“You didn’t see me that morning. I could’ve been creepy as hell...”
“I saw your hands.”
“My hands?!”
In fact, I’m looking down at them right now. Perfectly placed on my chest, the fingers smoothly clamp on my nipples, gently rolling over my breasts. He slides his hands down, hooks his fingers inside the hem, and pulls my top up.
I grab his hands.
He stops.
“Don’t do that Violet. I made you a promise, and I’ll keep it. I want to show you how much you can enjoy it. I’m not gonna do more than you want me to do,” he says, without a hint of a smile in his voice, and I believe him.
I release his hands, and he pulls the top over my shoulders. He tosses it on the armchair.
“Now, lean on me.”
I rest my head against him.
“And relax.”
“That’s hard to do.”
“Don’t be a spoiled brat... just fucking do it,” he says, amused.
He runs his palms over my breasts, his thumbs rubbing my aching nipples, and then he starts drawing those insanely arousing circles with his fingers.
My thighs begin to part.
One hand leaves my chest and journeys down, his fingers slipping smoothly inside my shorts. A thunderbolt of pleasure zaps through me as he traces my cleft, teasing the slick, sensitive bud between my folds. Moaning, I begin to rock my hips.
“That’s fucking good...” he murmurs, his lips trailing the side of my face.
“Now, raise your hips...”
“Jagger?”
“Just do it,” he barks, and I do as I’m told.
He slides my shorts down.
“Kick them off you.”
They fall to the floor.
His fingers trace down my neck and chest and stomach, spurring tingles in their wake. He opens his legs wider and pulls me flush against him, his erection twitching at my back.
“Open...” he murmurs, his hands sliding between my thighs.
I spread my legs, and reaching back, I curl my hand around his neck.
“That’s it,” he says with a husky voice.
He sets one hand between my thighs, the other brushing my slit.
“Just relax,” he murmurs.
Perfectly synchronized his fingers work every bit of sensitive flesh, one circling my clit, the other rimming my entrance.
“Oh, Jagger...”
I open my legs wider, doing circles with my hips, feeding that raw need to be filled.
“That’s good....” he rasps, the sensual strokes stirring waves of heat inside me.
Propping my shoulders against his chest, I push my hips up. Breathing heavily, he drives me up to the peak, his strokes feeding the throbbing between my legs, his lips brushing my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.
“Jagger...” I groan, and he curls his fingers, slipping them inside me.
Everything breaks loose as I come convulsing in his arms.
10
His grip slackens, his breath rolling in my hair.
I turn to him.
He keeps his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling swiftly, his palm cupping his groin.
“Jagger?”
I crawl up on top of him.
“Yes?”
He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean.
“You taste so fucking good...” he groans, his eyes still closed.
I push up on him and flick my tongue over his lips, and he grabs the back of my neck and locks my mouth, giving me a taste of my arousal.
We melt in a kiss, fallen into each other.
“I want to do it,” I say, and he cracks an eye open and looks at me incredulously.
“Do what?”
“You know...”
I tilt my chin and point to his groin. His lips curve into a sizzling smile.
“No, you don’t,’ he says.
“Yes, I want to suck your cock,” I say, and I pause as if I’m waiting for the ceiling to fall on me.
“Okay,” he says, sneaking a hand between us, adjusting himself.
“It’s just that I don’t have a damn clue, so you have to be patient and teach me,” I say as I kneel between his knees and work my way through his fly.
He flicks both eyes open and looks at me. His hands curl around my wrists, stopping me.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Yes, I’m sure.”
He holds my gaze as I give him a reassuring nod. I pull off him and he rises to his feet, then motions me to sit on the edge of the couch. My eyes follow him as he positions himself in front of me, my head facing his groin.
He brushes all my hair over my shoulders and smoothly tips my chin up. I watch him in a trance, as he trails his fingers along my jawline, drinking me in with bedroom eyes.
“You stop me at any time. All right?”
I nod almost pulseless, and stare at him, breathless. His shoulders pull back, his hips pushing forward, his legs spreading a little. A smile lights up his face as he splays his fingers over my cheek, the other hand coming to my face as well, his thumb brushing my lips.
He dips his eyes to my mouth, and slightly pulls his lips apart.
I do the same.
The heel of his hand starts drawing small circular motions on my cheek, sweeping the corner of my mouth. I open it, even more, then dart my tongue out and slowly lick my lips.
He nods softly, a smile flashing in his eyes. He lifts his chin up, motioning to me.
Without delay, I run my hand over his groin and work his fly open, freeing his erection.
My gaze dips as I take in the glistening, hard flesh, the tip already wet with pre-cum.
“You’ve had me hard for a while, baby.”
Curling my fingers around him, I give him a long stroke, a gentle, twisting motion along his shaft. His eyes close briefly, his thumb tracing my bottom lip, gently rubbing it.
He starts throbbing in my hand, his skin soft, his girth hard, and his scent fresh and clean and manly.
“You okay?” he asks sliding his hand into my hair, and I look up.
“You smell so good,” I murmur, and bring my lips to the crown, swirling my tongue around it.
My mouth tingles. I look up, his chest expanding with a gulp of air. He jerks his hips slightly, his eyes closing briefly.
I lick him again.
Smoother than silk, he’s hot, not much veiny, the hair around the base neatly trimmed. I keep stroking his shaft as I lower my head and swirl my tongue over his balls, and then I gently suck on them.
“Violet?”
I shoot my gaze up again.
Flushed, he watches me, his youthfulness pushed aside by the stunning man who soaks me in with deep, mature eyes.
A shudder goes through me.
I slide my tongue up and stroke the tip again.
“You taste good as well...” I say, and all I hear is the air pushing in and out his lungs.
He locks my hair in his fist and slowly runs the tip across my lips.
Hazy with lust, his eyes follow the motion of my tongue as I flick it around the crown.
“Good girl,” he purrs and slowly pushes in.
I roll my lips on him, taking in as much as I can, and graze him by mistake.
He jerks back.
“No teeth, baby...”
I nod, my mouth full, and then I start stroking him with my hand, my tongue and lips applying wet pressure on him.
“Good...” he says hoarsely.
I pull him out and lick his length, sliding my tongue over his balls again.
His body tenses, a growl crawling up his throat.
“You can actually write the fucking book…” he says and pushes his hips forward, the fullness in my mouth firing up my brain, warming up my body.
My mouth waters as I pull him deeper.
“Easy, baby,” he says softly as I almost gag.
I bob my head, and my throat tightens as I choke again. He pulls back a little.
“Relax, baby... And breathe.”
His palm brushes the side of my face and my neck, the slow sensual moves following a certain pace.
“Now...” he murmurs, and pushes between my lips again, and I begin to coordinate my head, my hands, and my tongue, following his cadence.
“That’s it, baby,” he says, holding my hair in his fist, cupping the side of my face with the other hand, moving with me, thrusting deep into my mouth, then groaning. The sound he makes is hot as hell. A wave of heat rolls over me prompting me to curve my spine and spread my legs.
“Fuck, yeah...” he growls, and I cut my eyes up to him.
Drunk with lust, he drinks me in, his lips curved into a fiery smile.
Holding his eyes, I’m passionately sucking, following nothing but my instinct, fueling the pleasure building inside me.
“Shit... I’m not gonna last...” he mutters.
He places his foot on the sofa next to me, opens his legs and rolls his hips, filling my mouth over and over again, his eyes dipping to my crotch.
Growling and grunting, he begins to shudder.
It looks as if he wants to pull away, and I clutch my hands on him and lock him in my mouth, watching him climax, and it’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever seen.
Its power and lust and gratefulness directed toward me, all wrapped in one.
Blood pools in his face as his cum shoots into my mouth. His muscles harden, his chest thrusting out, unending pleasure washing over his face. He graces me with a warm, satiated smile.
“I’m not gonna let you go. You know that, right?”
I flip my eyes open and glance around the room. My head feels like a carved pumpkin. Bright light pours in the bedroom through the open shades. I wince and glance at my phone. Ten o’clock.
Ten o‘clock?!
I jump out of bed, pull my shorts on, and slip into my tank top. The smell of freshly brewed coffee takes me to the kitchen.
I pour two cups, filling them to the brim. The bathroom door pulls open. Holding one mug in each hand, I turn.
He swaggers across the room, his skin glistening, his damp hair combed back. A stray strand brushes his cheek. He slows down and studies me as I overtly examine his broad shoulders and carved chest, the washboard abs, and tight hips. Muscular thighs push against the towel wrapped around his waist.
He runs his fingers through his hair, tucking the unruly strand back, and the tattoo on his forearm comes into focus. It’s a dagger bludgeoning a pair of angel wings. Words are etched across.
You can only be free if you want to be free.
A smile twinkles in his eyes.
“Are you okay?”
“The words...”
“What about them?”
“They are...?”
“A reminder,” he says, rushed as if he wants to downplay the message and not talk about it.
His eyes dip swiftly, his chin tipping up, pointing to the tilted cups. The coffee is already spilling on my hands. I shift my focus away from him and right the cups.
“Coffee?” I offer.
He takes a cup from my hand. A scent of fresh mint rolls over me as he leans close to me and places a light kiss on my lips. I’m a bit lost.
He cocks his head to the side and smiles.
“Are you going to tell me?”
“What?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I don’t know how... I mean, I do, but...”
I fumble through words.
“Yes?”
“No... I don’t want to sound––”
“Try me,” he says.
I set my cup on the counter.
“You’re a new world to me... That’s the only way I can put it.”
I pause.
“Good or bad?”
“I think it’s good, but...”
“Yes?”
“I don’t know how to live in this world.”
“It’s not that hard...” he says and gives me a playful smile. “You’re doing well, so far.”
I grin.
“That’s not what I’m talking about.”
“What is it, then?” he asks, concern threading through his voice.
“I don’t want to get hurt.”
He wraps his arms around me.
“You’re not going to get hurt,” he says softly, and so sweetly, my heart twists.
He holds me in his arms, and I press my face against his shoulder, and it’s the best feeling ever.
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re a new world to me too,” he says.
“I’m not so sure, Jagger.”
My voice wavers, tinged with sadness, and he lifts my chin up and looks into my eyes.
“Let me decide that. Okay?”
“Okay,” I say.
He tears away from me, his expression shifting.
“I’m hungry. You want to go out, or to my place, or you have something I can cook?” he asks.
“Um... I’ll cook if you give me a minute to take a shower.”
“That’s okay, I’ll do it,” he says, motioning me to the bathroom.
Moments later, I enter the living room, clad in a blue cotton mini dress with spaghetti straps and lace up neckline. Following the smell of food, I take a turn for the patio.
Slumped into a chair, he’s twiddling his fingers over the phone.
“I’m done in a second,” he says.
I sink into the second chair and scan the table. Pancakes, scrambled eggs, fruit, maple syrup, freshly whipped cream.
“Good?” he asks, glancing at me, his eyebrows shooting up.
He runs his gaze down on me before he looks up again, winks at me and flashes a smile. I could melt into a puddle. He sets his phone to the side.
“How did you make the pancakes...? I don’t have––”
“From scratch.”
“How do you know how to cook?”
“I learned in Europe,” he says.
“Europe, you say... ”
He takes a bite of food, his eyes sparkling with a smile.
“Yup.”
“When was that?”
“Last year. Aren’t you gonna eat?”
He
motions to me with his fork.
“Yes... I will.”
I fill my plate and start eating.
“Mmm... This is really good,” I murmur. “So you were traveling or something?”
“Yeah, sort of...” he says, avoiding my eyes.
“Jagger?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you look at me, please?”
He gazes at me, his eyes swimming with laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
He grins ear to ear.
“I don’t want to say it. You’re gonna be pissed...”
“Please tell me, or I’m really gonna get mad.”
“You sound like my mom.”
I plop my fork on my plate.
“See, I fucking told you,” he says, his chest rocking with laughter. “Now, you’re mad.”
I let out a smile.
“I’m not mad at you. I’m mad at me. Sadly, I sound like my mom.”
“So we’re cool.”
“Yes.”
It’s my turn to chuckle.
“What so funny?” he asks.
“We sound like we’re fifteen,” I say.
He shakes his head, smiling.
“Speaking of which, if it makes you feel better, I’m no longer twenty.”
I cut my eyes to him.
“Since when?”
“Last week.”
“Hence the partying...”
“No. That was––”
“A cry for attention?”
He motions with his fork again, grinning.
“Mm-hmm. I didn’t think it would take you so damn long to show up. They’ve ransacked my home, and I almost got arrested.”
“I’m sorry, it took me a while to figure you out,” I say, my lips curving into a smile. “So, Europe... What exactly were you doing there?”
“I was DJ-ing...”
He looks away, his eyes laughing again.
“Jagger?”
“Among other things.”
“What other things?”
“Partying.”
“And women...” I say.
He purses his lips, making an effort to suppress a smile.
“Yeah... Women, too.”
He runs a hand through his hair, and leans back, evading my eyes again.
“Are you still doing it?”
He cuts his eyes to me, a playful grin plastered across his lips.
“Women?” he asks.
I nod, smiling.
“Mm-hmm,” I say.
“Not now,” he says, his eyes glinting with mischief.