Chapter 18
Sutton
“That’s not happening.” Jagger folded his arms over his chest.
But his refusal did nothing to deter me this time.
I retook the steps I’d surrendered upstairs and put my palms flat on his rock-hard chest. He flinched, but I knew it was because he felt the same jolt I did, not because he experienced any physical discomfort from my touch.
His eyes sparked with lust, no matter what his words said.
“Why not?” I asked.
“Because you work for me.”
“Nice try.” I grinned. “You already told me you wouldn’t give two shits if that were the only obstacle. Kiss me, Jagger.”
His chest rose higher with each breath. “I can’t.”
“Can’t? Or don’t want to? If you’re really going to stand there and reject me, you could at least be honest.”
His eyes dropped to my lips and stayed there. “Can’t.”
“Why?” I looked down, noticing a substantial bulge. “It doesn’t look like it’s a physical problem.”
“It’s definitely not a fucking physical problem.”
“Then what is it? Is it because of your…proclivities?”
He smiled sadly. “Sutton, putting my proclivities together with your history would be like setting two trains on the same track and waiting for them to collide. Plus, I’m the kind of man who sends jewelry and a thank-you note to say goodbye the next morning, not brings you flowers and asks for a second date. It’s not a good idea.”
“I’m not asking for hearts and roses.” I lifted my other hand with the intent of wrapping it around his neck, scraping my fingers along his skin. But Jagger caught my wrist. His hand held me tight, and I liked the way it felt. No, I loved it.
“Then what are you asking me?”
I took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. “To fuck me.”
His eyes closed, and he let out a string of mumbled curses. He was on the brink of giving in, and I would’ve stopped at nothing to watch him break. So I did the one thing I knew no man could resist. I dropped to my knees and reached for the button of his shorts.
“Fuck…” Jagger groaned. He looked down at me. “You look so fucking perfect like that.”
His eyes were so intensely fixed on me, I wasn’t even sure he noticed as I undid the button and took down the zipper.
The tight boxer briefs underneath revealed the outline of his thick cock.
I leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on it, leaving my lips against it as I spoke so he could feel the murmur.
“I want you, Jagger. I want you the way you want to give it to me.”
He tensed as I scraped my fingernail along the skin just above his waistband, but he didn’t stop me when I reached in and wrapped my fingers around his girth.
He was so hard and thick, it made me question whether I could even take what I was asking for.
I was good at giving blow jobs after three years of being in a relationship without sex.
But Brendan was not this size. Still, I ran my thumb over the tip and was rewarded with a trickle of pre-cum.
Jagger hissed when I leaned in and swiped my tongue over it.
He exhaled raggedly. “Lick it. Lick my cock.”
My entire body vibrated. I seriously could have come if I’d just reached down and touched between my legs for a second. I was that turned on already. I salivated at the thought of him giving me more commands.
Hooking my fingers into the sides of his waistband, I pulled down his shorts and boxers enough to free him completely and wrapped my hand around the root.
Then I leaned in and did what I was told.
I licked from the base to the crown. When I got to the tip, I opened wide and sucked him in with one long draw, until he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Jagger hissed. He reached down, dug both hands into my hair, and fisted my locks so tightly it burned at my scalp. But I loved it. Loved, loved, loved it. The bite of pain made me want to please him even more desperately.
I pulled back, and Jagger took control. He held tight and maneuvered my head to bob up and down at a rapid pace.
I was barely able to keep up, gliding my tongue along the underside and sucking while I jerked him with my hand in unison.
On one thrust, he went deeper and stilled.
His body shook, yet he pulled back again rather than have me take him all the way down my throat.
I wasn’t sure if his restraint was for my benefit or his.
“Good girl.” His voice was a deep, throaty rasp. “Just like that. Take my cock.”
I loved his praise. It turned me on more than I’d ever imagined pleasing a man could. My knees started to hurt from rocking back and forth on the hard wood floor, but they could’ve cut into my skin and there was still no way I would’ve stopped.
“Breathe through your nose, beautiful. I’m going to fuck your face.”
I whimpered and squeezed my legs together tightly, desperate for friction.
Jagger’s hands stilled my head, and he pulled out and pushed back in harshly, burying his cock in my throat.
His thickness stretched my limits, making my esophagus burn and my eyes water.
I probably would’ve gagged if I had the chance, but Jagger pulled out and pushed right back in, over and over, going deeper and deeper.
I had to wrap my hands around his thighs and hold on for dear life.
“Fuck,” he roared. “Get ready. I’m going to come down your throat.”
He’d given a warning, but there wasn’t enough time to prepare.
Then again, I could’ve had an hour, and I wouldn’t have been ready for what he gave me.
Hot spurts of thick cum streamed down my throat.
It seemed to go on forever, and Jagger didn’t stop pumping until every last tremor had wracked its way through his body.
After, he pulled out, releasing his tight hold on my hair and struggling to catch his breath.
I stayed on my knees doing the same, in awe that he’d barely softened after such an intense release.
After a minute, he reached down, slipped his hands under my arms, and lifted me to my feet. I winced when my knees extended, feeling the ache the hard floor had inflicted.
Jagger’s post-release relaxed face changed in an instant. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head. “My knees are just bony.”
He steered me over to the couch and pointed. “Sit.”
Jagger disappeared for a moment and came back with two ice packs and a glass of water. He set the drink on the coffee table and kneeled down on one knee to press the cold to my achy joints.
“I’ll be fine,” I said. “That’s not necessary.”
He frowned. “Let me take care of you.” After a few seconds, he added, “Please. And drink some of that water. It will soothe your raw throat.”
I swallowed, realizing for the first time that he was right—my throat was sore. I nodded and reached for the glass. “Thank you.”
Jagger stayed quiet. He looked lost in deep thought, and I wondered if he was already regretting what we’d done.
“What are you thinking about?” I whispered.
He scoffed. “What a piece of shit I am.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You deserve better than what I just did to you.”
“What you just did to me? You didn’t do anything to me, Jagger. I’m the one who started it, and I liked what we did. I love what we did, actually.”
He searched my face. “You’ve been hurt more than once. I don’t want to do it again.”
“How would you hurt me?”
“I have a history of taking what I want from women and being done when I’m done. I’m not a romantic, Sutton.”
“Who asked you to be a romantic?”
He seemed genuinely confused. “Then what do you want from me?”
I grinned. “More of that. And sex.”
His serious face broke, and he laughed. “Are you saying you just want to use me?”
I took the ice packs from his hands at my knees and set them on the coffee table. Then returned his hands to my knees and inched forward. “Is that a problem for you?”
“Not at all.” He put up a finger. “But, you have to trust me to know what you need.”
“What is it you think I need?”
His eyes moved back and forth, staring into mine. “A first time the way it should’ve been for you. Not the way I like it.”
He might not have thought he was a romantic, but I felt what he said in my heart.
Jagger Langston had a hard shell, but inside was a soft center.
His words brought a wave of emotions, and I tasted salt in my throat before nodding.
“Okay.” I leaned forward a little more until our faces were inches apart.
“It’s a deal. Now how about a kiss? Would that gross you out after what we just did? ”
He licked his lips with a sinful smile. “Nothing about you grosses me out, sweetheart.”
I inwardly swooned at the term of endearment. But didn’t want him to see me getting all googly-eyed already. Instead, I tilted my head coyly. “Then what are you waiting for?”
He groaned, yet his smile widened. “You’re gonna be trouble.”
I opened my mouth with a witty retort in mind, but I never got the chance to share it.
Jagger gripped the back of my neck, squeezed hard, and pulled me to him.
His lips sealed over mine, and I melted into him.
His tongue nudged my mouth open and dipped inside.
He tasted insanely good, and the aggressiveness of his kiss, the way he dictated control in every way, had me sighing into his mouth.
Jagger was still kneeling on one foot. He hooked an arm around my waist, slid me from the couch, and positioned me to straddle his knee.
I was in a complete lust-induced daze already, but when his fingers dug into my hips and he started to grind me back and forth on his leg—holy shit.
My swollen clit had been desperate for friction, and it didn’t take long before I was throbbing.
My orgasm was so close, I started shamelessly gyrating my hips and riding his leg.
But just when I thought I might fly over the edge, Jagger stopped, leaving me panting.
“Why are you stopping?”
He scooped me into his arms and rose to his feet. “Because I want you needy when you’re beneath me.”