21. Jagger
JAGGER
“ L yric, are you okay?” I come barreling through the door.
Her text came through in the middle of the meeting, letting me know she wasn’t feeling well and would be taking a nap.
I responded when I got out, an hour fucking later.
The commercial building we’ve been trying to break ground on keeps hitting red tape after red tape.
Joss is now working on another problem with it, and I’m done for the day.
Lyric never responded to my message, and she didn’t answer when I called.
It sent me spiraling, and I made a quick call to Joss telling her to clear my schedule, and I hightailed it home.
Shadow isn’t in the living area, and neither is Lyric.
I kick my boots off where I stand; a task I forgot to do it in the garage, my mind so focused on my woman that thinking straight isn’t happening.
I walk through the house, noticing the kitchen is clean, nothing is out of place, but the house is darker than usual.
The curtains are pulled closed, and only one lamp in the living room is illuminated.
“Jagger?” She sits up in bed, hair pulled up on top of her bed in a bun, one of my shirts covering her, except it’s hanging off her shoulder because it swallows her body whole.
“What’s wrong? You didn’t answer your phone.” I pull my shirt over my head, undo the buttons on my jeans, push them down, and walk toward her.
“My period. This is the first month I’ve been on this prescription. I wanted to try a different form of contraception, and so far, it’s so bad. The cramps are unbearable, and so is the headache.” Her voice is quiet, hoarse, and I can see her wincing with each word.
“Trust me?” I ask, lifting the sheets up and sliding in beside her. Shadow lets out a meow, annoyed that I didn’t stop to give him attention. He’ll have to wait his turn, the needy thing. Right now, Lyric needs me more.
“Always,” she replies. I’m careful not to jostle her too much. I prop the pillows behind my back to lean up against and then help maneuver her until she’s settled between my legs.
“I’m going to relieve the pressure, get you in the shower, feed you, and then if you’re still not feeling better, I’ll call Luke.” I lift her shirt so my warm hands can cup her lower abdomen, slowly rubbing her up and down, side to side, and feeling her body slowly relax.
“Jagger, that feels so good.” Her head tips up, her eyes flutter closed, and I can feel goose bumps pebbling her flesh.
I keep my hand above the band of lace confection she’s wearing.
Thongs. It doesn’t matter the day of the week or the time of the month, it seems. Which means this will make it even easier for me and hopefully will relieve some of the pain she’s feeling.
Lyric relaxes into me, giving me more of her body weight. The soft sighs tumbling from her lips tell me to keep going. The tips of my fingers lightly graze beneath her panties. “Still okay?” I ask her. I’m trying to comfort her, not freak her out.
“Yes.” Green eyes meet mine. The pain I see behind them cuts me to the quick. I’m half tempted to call Luke to make an emergency appointment. Fuck, I definitely will if this doesn’t work.
“I’m going to use my fingers on you.” Lyric shows a sign of hesitation, causing me to pause from proceeding further.
“But I’m on my period, and I have a tampon in,” she states with confusion.
“I’m not going inside. I’ll make you feel good.
It’ll alleviate the pain. If I’m wrong, we’ll never try this again,” I explain.
She opens her thighs, trusting me, and my fingers come in contact with the light landing strip of hair.
It’s manicured, trimmed, and hot as fuck.
I keep one hand on her lower abdomen, rubbing the ache, plus the heat radiating off my body gives her some added relief.
While my other continues the journey, teasing her while making my cock hard as steel.
This is for Lyric, not for me, and the damn thing will have to wait, even if my dick is pressing into her lower back.
“We’re not calling Luke,” she grouses, not liking the idea of having him check her out.
The feeling is entirely mutual when it comes to any part of my woman being naked, except he wouldn’t do any type of exam on her.
What he’d do is give her something for the pain and suggest a better alternative to the bullshit she’s on now.
“We will if we need to. You can also quit taking birth control entirely, and I’ll use condoms.” I’d hate like hell to lose taking her bare, but having her miserable like this? Fuck that.
“If I go without, it’s ten times worse, and usually, it’s the first day or two, then I’m fine.” The tip of my finger grazes her clit. She’s already wet. Goddamn.
“Then we’ll find something else for you.
The last thing you need is to be miserable for a few days a month when there’s shit out there to help you.
” Lyric doesn’t respond; no answer is more than alright for me.
I’m going to get to work on making her feel better.
I start moving my finger in a circle around her pebbled tip, getting her going, and when I feel her hands dig into the tops of my thighs, I change directions, side to side, then circle, and side to side.
She spreads her legs wider, moving until she has her feet planted on either side of the outside of mine.
“Jagger, oh god, more. Please, please, please.” It’s clear as day this is exactly what she needs.
I don’t stop working her clit, repeating the process time and time again.
Her back arches off my chest, and her breathing becomes more erratic, labored, and already getting close to an orgasm.
The moans get deeper, her head thrashes, and that’s when I add more.
Three of my fingers run over her clit, using the same motions as before.
“Get ready, gorgeous. It’s coming.” My cock leaks pre- cum.
The tip will more than likely saturate the borrowed tee she’s wearing.
We’ll both be soaked, because her wetness coats my hand, but when I look down, I can’t see what my fingers are doing to her.
I gather the fabric on her hip with my other hand and tear the delicate fabric with one loud rip.
Finally, I can see the lips of her cunt.
They’re drenched; the same goes for the insides of her thighs.
“So ready,” she moans.
I double down. The way she’s going wild, it won’t be too much longer.
My fingers go high and low, left to right, over and over again.
The next time she needs a release because of some fucked-up birth control, we’ll be doing this in the shower, and it’ll be my cock doing all the work.
Though, I don’t even want to think about her being miserable again.
Whatever doctor she has in North Carolina clearly isn’t helping, and I’ve got not one single fucking problem stepping in to make sure my woman never has to go through this again.
“Jag,” Lyric says my name with a low hitch in her throat, sultry and deep, dripping with emotion, rich and intimate.
“Fucking fuck, Lyric. You’re a goddamn vision in front of me,” I murmur against the crown of her head, placing a kiss there while slowing down my motions to bring her down gently from her orgasm.
She lies still, body zapped of energy, eyelashes fanning across her cheeks, nails no longer digging into my flesh, but we’ve got one last step before I’m letting her fall asleep.
“Come on. Shower for you, Lili.” I slide out from beneath her, extending my hand for her to take. She’s still coming down from her orgasm, and while I’d have suggested a hot bath, she’s stated passionately in the past that those aren’t for her.
“I’m good right here. Walking is overrated.” Looks like I’m carrying her today. I bend down, slide my hands beneath her neck and the fold of her knees, then lift her up and out of the bed. Her arms wrap around my neck, and her nose slides along my neck, cuddling as deeply as she can get.
“I see you like my idea now.” I walk with her in my arms, making it through the doorway, and am about to hit the light switch to turn the lights on when I think better of it. The house is dark and cool throughout; may as well keep the bathroom as similar as I can.
“I can admit that it’s in the top five of best ideas. Don’t ask me what the other ones are right now,” she says, still fuck drunk from her orgasm. I chuckle at her explanation while trying to decipher if she’s ever brought a list up before. She’s probably got it in her notebook somewhere.
“Shirt off, gorgeous.” I settle her against the vanity, making sure she’s steady on her feet while I turn on the hot water. I’m already naked and will definitely be joining my woman.
“Okay,” she utters. I hear the fabric drop to the ground after I do what I need to and close the shower door to allow the steam to fill it.
I move around her toward the cabinet, set a new tampon on the counter, and then work my way back to Lyric.
I close the toilet lid. “Leg up, Lili. You don’t have to worry.
I promise you’re safe with me.” I’m done in a flash.
The tampon slides out, I dump it in the trash, and Lyric remains quiet the entire time.
I might have pushed my luck with that, but it’s too fucking bad.
“Thank you. I’d forgotten all about it.” Apparently, she’s not upset, and good fortune is on my side.
“I love you, Lyric. I’d do anything for you.”
“I love you, too. Shower with me?” She looks up at me.
“Fuck yeah, with goddamn pleasure.” I lift her up again, liking the feel of her in my arms. She locks her ankles behind my back, my cock still hard and more than willing to get inside her.
“Do you think we could, um, you know, in the shower?” she asks in a similar way to the last time she wanted to try something new.
“Hell yes.” I fuse my lips to hers, sealing her idea with a kiss of all fucking kisses.