CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE #2
“Nothing. I don’t know.” I gave him a pleading look. “I’m new at this.” Then I rolled my eyes. “Can you imagine what kind of an absolute basket case psycho I would have been seven years ago when we tried to go out the first time?”
“I’m beginning to get an idea,” he said wryly. His grip on my shoulders tightened. “Raina, if you need verbal confirmation, I can do that. Do you need that?”
My nod was pathetic and small.
“Okay. I would very much like to have sex with you again. Many times, in fact. As many times as you would like. And if my dick needs a break, you are welcome to sit on my face and drench my beard.”
My jaw dropped.
He smirked.
“What I’m trying to say is, you don’t have to worry about me not wanting to have sex with you. I do. Very much. With no end date to that want in sight.”
I glanced down between us to where a very obvious, very pointed tent big enough for a three-ring circus stuck out at me from the front of his loose pants.
My core clenched. “Can we do it again now?”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” Then he scooped me up caveman style, swinging me over his shoulder, and carried me back to the guest room. But I slapped his butt before he tossed me onto the mattress.
“My bed. It’s bigger, more comfy, and that’s where the condoms are.”
“On it,” he said, spinning around and jogging lightly through the suite toward my bedroom, where he swung me down off his shoulder and into his arms, before setting my feet on the floor.
Jagger was taller than me, and bigger than me, and most definitely stronger than me.
He pushed me down onto the bed without even trying.
I reached for him, and he covered me, taking my mouth with his.
He was the first man I’d ever truly kissed—so I had no frame of reference—but from what I could tell, he was good at it.
His tongue wasn’t too forceful, his lips were soft, and the way he softly nibbled on my bottom lip had my hips jumping up off the bed.
His hands had mine, and he laced our fingers together as he hovered over me, plundering my mouth, devouring my moans and whimpers while sensually grinding his cock against me. We were dry-humping like teenagers, and I kind of loved it.
My teenage years were nothing short of depressing.
My father was a tyrant who didn’t let me do anything besides go to school, play piano, and look after my siblings.
Even though I was the youngest, I was still required to “look after” my brothers.
Which meant helping my mother with all the household chores, like making the beds, laundry, cleaning, and meals.
My brothers did absolutely nothing. I was allowed to read, but only books that my father pre-approved.
I never dated, never went out with friends—because all my friends were part of the congregation—and wasn’t even allowed to be in a room alone with a boy unless he was my brother or father.
Never mind the fact that incestual rape was rampant in our organization, particularly by fathers and older brothers to their younger sisters.
I didn’t experience that—but I knew others who did.
Jagger’s mouth traveled down my neck and he moved south slowly, inching my shirt up so he could press warm, damp kisses across my ribs. I arched my back a little and drove my fingers into his hair.
“I want to touch you.”
Oh shit, did I say that out loud?
His hooded, lust-filled glance up my body said that I did. “I want you to touch me too.”
I swallowed, and he rolled over onto his back.
“Your speed, Rosebush,” he said with a reassuring nod.
Exhaling out through thin lips, I reached for the elastic of his pants and tugged it down. Just like last night, his cock sprang free of its confines and thwacked against his lower belly. A dewy bead of precum glistened on the tip of the deep-purple crown over the slit.
I licked my lips. “Can I—”
“You absolutely do not need to ask me if you can do anything to me, Raina. Use me. Abuse me.”
One corner of my mouth curled up. Then I gathered some of that strength Jagger said I had so much of and reached out for him.
Boldness took control, and I straddled his thighs, exploring his body with my hands. I learned his muscles, ran my fingers over the sculpted ridges of his abs, through his chest hair, over his pecs and arms, the hard peaks of his nipples. A body like this, muscles like Jagger’s, should be illegal.
I traced my touch with my tongue, kissing along his ribs, biting gently on each nipple and eliciting a low, surly growl from the depths of his chest. Using my thumb, I swirled that precum around the tip, before stroking him to the base and back.
When I braved a glance up at him, all I saw staring back at me was awe.
Dipping my head, I flicked my tongue over the crown and he sucked in a sharp breath.
Smiling, I did it again, and again, before finally gripping him by the base and angling him into my mouth.
I hadn’t given a blowjob in a really long time, so no way in hell was I going to deep-throat right away.
Something told me Jagger wouldn’t shove my head down with angry force, gagging me and holding me there as I struggled not to puke.
Jagger was such a better man than Josiah.
Over and over again, I dropped my head, taking more and more of him into my mouth each time, until finally, I felt comfortable to bottom out, letting him knock my tonsils.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers tangling in my hair, but not applying any pressure. “You’re such a good girl. Oh, fuck yeah.”
I kept going, up and down, using my hand, but mostly my mouth. His hips jerked up erratically and his breathing grew ragged. He was close.
“Not like this,” he murmured, tapping me on the head. “Another time.”
I glanced up at him and the man looked half-shredded. Slightly debauched. My only thought was that I needed to get him completely there. To give him the kind of ecstasy and release he gave me.
Releasing him with a wet pop, I climbed up a little further, still straddling him, and reached forward to grab the box of condoms from the nightstand. “Can I do it?” I asked, tearing open the package and tossing the foil to the floor.
His smile made me want to sit on his face. “Have you ever put a condom on a cucumber?”
“I wasn’t allowed to attend school on the days they taught sex-ed.”
Only a flicker of pity made its way into his eyes before he nodded. “You’ll want to pinch the tip and hold it like that while you roll it all the way down to the base.”
“Okay.” I did as I was told, under his watchful eye, and grinned like an idiot when I finished. “Did I do it right?”
He gripped me by the hips in his enormous hands and plunked me right over his cock. “You did it perfectly,” he said as I lowered down, taking him all the way inside of me.
“Fucking Christ,” he gritted out, hand still on my hips and encouraging me to rock. “You feel so fucking good. Tell me again how much you hate how good my cock feels inside of you.”
I gave his nipple a playful little twist. “I hate it so damn much.”
“Yeah, you do. You hate it so much you’re dripping all over it.”
Unable to not smile, I shook my head, and pressed my hands on his chest to use it for leverage as I picked up the tempo, making sure to tilt my hips down as I moved forward so my clit grazed his pelvis perfectly. “I hate how good this is,” I moaned, my pussy fluttering around him.
“Liar,” he teased. “You let me know if you need more to get you there,” he said. “Will never turn down another opportunity to taste you.”
The man’s sweet dirty talk was all the foreplay I needed to get me there. I reached for the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head, loving that I could be naked and vulnerable with him and not feel self-conscious, or like my body wasn’t enough.
I reached behind me and rested my hands on the tops of his thighs, pushing my tits up to the sky and letting my hair flow down my back.
“Fuck, Elsa, you look so goddamn hot right now. Look at yourself.” He jerked his chin toward the mirror on the far wall which showed me riding him, totally naked, breasts out, hair wild—and yeah, he was right, it did look hot. Even with that bruise on my face, it looked really fucking hot.
I rocked my hips more, harder, loving the way his pelvis grazed my clit, teasing it, taunting it. Stars grew bigger and brighter behind my closed eyelids as I took one step, then another, closer to sweet release.
I moved my hands back to his chest and dropped my mouth to his, pushing my tongue inside and sweeping it against his, tasting him.
Wrapping one arm around my back, without disconnecting our mouths or our bodies, Jagger surged us upward, and inched backward until his back was against the headboard.
“This way I can taste those nipples again,” he said, cupping my left breast and bringing his mouth down to it.
I moaned as he laved the tight bud with his tongue, flicking it, biting down gently like I had to him.
I used the headboard for support and rocked into him, loving the change in angle. I wasn’t going to last long now.
He switched to the other breast and did the same thing, before reaching between us with one hand, finding my clit and moving one finger over it, back and forth.
My mouth opened on a silent plea as the pressure inside of me built into an uncontainable force. I paused my rocking, slammed my eyes shut and let go.
Every rush, every wave, every surge of pleasure through me was more intense than the last. I could feel my clit swell beneath his fingertip and my pussy clench around him as he continued to buck up into me.
My toes curled and my thighs squeezed his as all my muscles went as tight as a drum, and a pulsing sound filled my ears.
I was sure I made noises. I was sure I said things, but I couldn’t hear them.
All I could hear was my own heartbeat, thundering wildly through my veins.
Jagger stilled beneath me after a moment.
I’m pretty sure he said, “Fuck,” then his cock began to throb, creating a new sensation of pleasure.
One my body remembered fondly from last night.
We stayed like that for a while, both of us lazily coming down from the stratosphere, back to earth.
Back to my bed. My hearing returned, but all I heard was his heavy breathing.
I opened my eyes and the mossy-greens and cinnamon-browns of my room seemed more vibrant.
Even my sense of smell was stronger. I smelled sex, and sweat, and whatever body wash Jagger used that drove me wild, even when we shared the B so?”
“Just as good, if not better, than last night.”
“I agree. You’re not sore anywhere from last night?”
“The good kind of sore only. I promise.”
His cocky boyish grin didn’t disappear when he lurched up and threw off the covers, moving to face me and tugging on my ankles a little before making me spread my legs.
“What are you doing?” I readjusted my pillows so I could see him better.
“Ah, there it is.” He leaned forward and swirled his tongue around a specific spot on my inner thigh, awfully close to my pussy, then gave it a kiss before sitting back on his heels.
“You have the most adorable little constellation of freckles right here.” He drew a circle around it with his index finger causing me to shiver. “And I’ve been dying to kiss it.”
I blinked.
Not deterred at all, his grin just grew bigger, reminding me a lot at that moment, of a happy-go-lucky golden retriever. “We should see if it resembles any real constellations. Like a porcupine—’cause you’re so prickly. Was there a porcupine god?”
I kicked him gently, playfully in the chest, but he just grabbed my ankle, then the other one, and with no effort at all, flipped me to my belly.
“Now, I know it’s not your preferred porno position, but what’s your opinion on getting eaten out from behind?”
I glanced over my shoulder at him as he gripped me by the hips and helped me up onto my knees, my chest still on the mattress. “I’m up for anything.”
His grin was diabolical. “I was hoping you’d say that.”