11. Izzie
Iwake up to a warm body pressed against my back. I smile lazily, thinking about the kiss we shared last night. For one delicious moment, everything in my world felt right. Then he pulled back, torn between desire and honor. I could see it on his face. But he wants me, there’s no denying it. The hardness that pressed into my back as I was falling asleep let me know that.
I roll over lazily, and a warm wet tongue licks my cheek. My eyes fly open as a miasma of stinky doggy breath hits my senses and makes me wince.
I’m face to face with Minty who has a huge doggy grin on her face.
“Morning girl.”
She yawns, blasting a fresh assault of morning dog breath into my face.
“You need to brush your teeth.”
I sit up in the dull morning light of the living room where the three of us slept last night despite the perfectly good bed upstairs.
The smell of fresh coffee fills my nose and the sound of the shower running tells me where Jagger is.
The grate is a pile of grey ash, and I shiver in the cold. Rain spatters against the window, but it’s lighter now. The storm has almost rained itself out.
They’ll be out clearing the road today, and I’ll be able to go home.
The thought makes me shiver again, and I pull the blanket around my shoulders. This could be my last day up here with Jagger. I’ve felt a connection building between us for the last few days. A different type of connection than what we had when I was a girl.
This feels more mature. There’s a spark, a fire between us. But more than that, I feel calm when I’m around Jagger, I don’t need any distractions when I’ve got him.
I’m sure he feels the same about me, but he’s too darn honorable to do anything about it. He probably still thinks of me as his best friend’s daughter. I need to show him that I’m a woman and this thing between us is worth pursuing.
I need to show him what happens when we light up this spark.
Peeling back the blankets, I leave Minty in the makeshift bed and head to the bathroom.
My heart’s pounding as I push open the bathroom door. Steam wafts out, and the sudden heat against my cold skin makes my arms prickle.
Jagger’s standing in the shower cubicle with his back to the door. Water streams over his body, caressing every taut muscle of his back and trailing to a waterfall over the shelf of his perfect butt.
Thick thighs show off hidden tattoos under the curly hair of his legs, a swirling pattern that circles his thigh and snakes up his left butt cheek.
My body comes to life at the sight of his naked body, perfectly sculptured and as hard as mine is soft. Blood thunders in my ears, and every nerve ending stands on end. My clothes feel too tight as my skin awakens to every sensation. My nipples harden and graze my t-shirt painfully. Wet heat floods my panties as my core tugs with desire.
I’m breathing hard as I pull my t-shirt over my head. Jagger hasn’t heard me come in, but the movement catches his eye and he turns around.
Shock registers on his face, and his gaze follows my movement as I drop the t-shirt to the floor. My heart’s hammering in my chest. I’ve never done anything as bold as this before. I’ve never even been with a man before. But if I don’t make the moves, Jagger won’t. His honor will hold him back. So I’m not giving him a chance to over think it.
Pulling on all the confidence my mother tried to instill in me, I take a deep breath and run my fingertips from the rim of my panties, over my hips and up to my bare breasts.
Jagger’s gaze follows the path of my fingertips and rests on my nipples as I twirl one in my finger.
He groans and closes his eyes, fighting this attraction still.
“What are you doing, Izzie?”
I’m doing what he won’t. I’m taking a chance, and it’s flipping scary.
His eyes don’t stay shut for long. He can’t keep them off me, and I take another deep, steadying breath as I step into the shower behind him.
The warm water hits my skin, and the sensation fuels the desire running through my veins. I slide my hands over Jagger’s thighs, and he moans at the contact.
“Tell me to leave and I will.”
My breasts push into his back and I kiss his wet skin, nipping at his shoulder.
There’s a fight going on inside him. Between what he wants to do to me and what he thinks he should do.
Jagger’s an honorable man, and he could reject me. But I know he’s been feeling this thing between us. And I need him to know I feel it too, and I want it.
Boy, do I want it.
My hands slide up his thighs until my fingertips graze his springy damp hair.
I reach further and claim my prize in my hand. His thick cock is already hard, and I grip it tight as I slide my hand to the tip.
Jagger grips my wrist, and with a quick movement he spins around so he’s facing me. Water runs off us and plasters my hair to my cheeks. His gaze drops to my breasts where the drip of the water has my nipples peaked.
“We shouldn’t do this, Izzie.”
He’s breathing hard, and his voice is croaky. I’ve almost broken him, and a surge of power comes over me.
“I want you, Jagger. Tell me you don’t want me too. I’ve seen the way you look at me. The kiss last night….”
As I speak, I roll my hips against him. I’ve still got my panties on, and the fabric is soaked. The white cotton sticks to my mound, showing the dark v of my hair and giving him a peek of what’s underneath.
“It’s not that I don’t want you, Izzie, but you’re too young for an old man like me.”
He’s gripping the wrist of my right hand, but I use the other one to cup my breast and roll the nipple between my fingers.
“I’m twenty-one, Jagger. A woman who can make her own decisions, her own choices. And I choose you.”
His gaze dips to my nipples, and fire flares in his eyes.
He’s so close to breaking, and I want him to break. I want to break through his hard walls and shatter them completely to get to the man inside.
He loosens his grip on my wrist, and I put my hands on his hips and sink to my knees. Jagger groans as I brush my lips against his cock.
“We shouldn’t do this…” he moans as he runs his hand over my hair.
I grip his cock in my fist, and this time he doesn’t stop me.
His dick is long and thick, and I kiss it from the base all the way to the tip. Water runs over us, and I lick the droplets off his tip as he groans with every touch.
“Izzie…” He croaks my name like a man in pain.
I slide him into my mouth, and his hips jerk.
“Fuck, Izzie, we shouldn’t….”
I slid him out of my mouth and look up at him. He’s staring down at me with dark eyes.
“Tell me to stop, Jagger, and I’ll stop.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, and my heart’s thundering so loud I’m sure he must hear it. This is the moment he either rejects me or gives in to what he really wants.
His chest heaves up and down, and his eyes are a mixture of desire and torture. But he doesn’t tell me to stop.
I roll his cock between my palms. I’ve won. I’ve broken him. This hard mountain man has given into me. He’s accepted there’s something between us. And now I’m going to make him come undone.
I’ve never done this before but I go on instinct, licking and sucking and reacting to his movements, responding to his groans and taking him in deeper with every suck.
His hands tangle in my hair and he gives into the sensation, pulling me down his shaft until I gag on the length of him.
I use my hands and mouth and tongue to give him the pleasure he desperately needs. Whatever made him flee to the mountains, I want to show him that he doesn’t need to be alone. So I let the water trickle over my skin and I remain on my knees, administering to his needs. And every suck and lick makes the desire in me build until I’m moaning and eager for his release.
He stiffens and tugs on my shoulders to come up.
“I’m going to cum.”
But I don’t let up, even though my thighs ache and the tiles are hard under my knees. I tug and suck and pull until he jerks inside me and hot liquid sprays the back of my throat.
Jagger groans my name as he releases into me, and I swallow him down and keep him warm in my mouth until his body stops moving.
Only then do I let him pull me to my feet.
“That was incredible, baby girl.” His kisses me hard and presses himself to me. “Now let me take care of you.”