Chapter 19
Sutton
I had been so bold tonight, but as I stood in Jagger’s bedroom, a rush of nerves washed over me.
The lights were off, though the room was still illuminated enough from the glow of the lighting outside to see clearly.
Jagger walked to the French doors and opened them, letting in the tranquil sound of crashing waves before coming to me and taking my hand.
He lifted it toward his lips, but stopped before reaching his mouth.
“You’re shaking. Are you cold?”
I shook my head.
He frowned. “Do you want to go back downstairs? I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”
“No, no.” I shook my head vigorously. “Definitely not. I want this very much. I’m just…nervous, I guess.”
He squeezed my hand and led me to sit on the edge of the bed. Crouching down in front of me, he stroked my skin with his thumb. “Talk to me. What are you nervous about?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve just made sex this big thing in my head, and it feels overwhelming.”
“I can understand that.” He nodded. “We’ll take it slow. Is there anything else? Are you sure you don’t have any doubts?”
“Not really. Although now that I’ve seen the size of that thing in your pants, I might be questioning if maybe I should start with the beginner size and not jump right to the expert level.”
Jagger chuckled.
My mind drifted, and I stayed quiet for a moment. When I spoke again, my voice was barely a whisper. “Can I ask you something?”
“Of course.”
“When was the last time you made love to someone, rather than—you know, had sex?”
He squeezed my hand, prompting me to meet his eyes. “Tonight might be a first for both of us.”
Oh wow.
Jagger smiled. “You’ve stopped shaking.”
I hadn’t even realized. “I guess I did.”
He leaned in and kissed my forehead before standing and moving toward the nightstand. “I’m guessing you’re not on the pill?”
“Actually, I am. But I just went on it a few weeks ago, and my doctor said you need to be on it for a full cycle before it becomes fully effective.”
Jagger’s brows drew down. “What made you go on it?”
“I was planning on taking care of my problem. Funny enough, that’s why I joined that dating app and originally met you. I was determined to have sex and get it over with before Brendan’s wedding.”
He slid open the nightstand drawer and pulled out a strip of condoms. I counted six dangling and raised a brow. “Big plans?”
He shook his head. “You have no fucking idea, sweetheart.”
The blood flowing to my clit had ebbed, but it all suddenly rushed back upon hearing Jagger sound as desperate as I felt.
He strolled over and bent to one knee. My pulse kicked up as he lifted my foot and unbuckled my sandal, slipping it off.
Placing a sweet kiss on my ankle, he set my leg back down and did the same to the other. God, he’s so damn sexy.
Jagger held out a hand, and when I placed mine in his, he used it to help me up.
Leaning down, he kissed my lips with the same gentle touch he’d been using since we’d decided to come upstairs.
It was difficult to believe that this was the same man who’d been yanking my head around and fucking my face not too long ago.
That had felt right, but somehow this moment felt right, too.
Left to my own devices, I would’ve gotten having sex over with—a simple wham, bam, thank you, ma’am and goodbye virginity.
I even would’ve let Jagger use the same gruff tactics he’d employed a little while ago.
But I was thankful he was so thoughtful in considering what would be best for me.
He cupped my cheeks with his hands and brought his mouth down to meet mine.
The kiss was languid and sensual, and the sound of the ocean drowned out everything but the moment.
Even though Jagger was taking things slow, his lips were still demanding against mine.
He started to unbutton my top and kissed his way down my jaw, nibbling a path over my chin, and sucking along my neck.
It felt so incredibly good, I was on the verge of tears.
But then Jagger nipped at my collarbone and made me gasp.
When I looked down, he winked. “I said I’d hold back from topping you, but making love doesn’t have to be all soft.”
He slipped my shirt from my shoulders, tossing it on the floor.
I was thankful I’d packed a pretty bra and underwear set.
The petal pink demi bra I had on made my B-plus cups look like full Cs that were anxious to spill over.
Jagger continued kissing my shoulders, my arms, and the top of my chest as he worked slowly to remove my shorts.
When I stood in nothing but my bra and underwear, he stepped back, drinking me in from head to toe. “You’re exquisite.”
I flushed. “Thank you.”
He knelt in front of me and slowly worked my panties from my hips, then stood and guided me to turn around. I probably should’ve been concerned that he unhooked my bra faster than I could’ve, but there would be plenty of time to overanalyze every moment tomorrow.
“Sit,” he said. “I want to see all of you.”
I took a seat on the edge of the bed, and Jagger again dropped to his knees. I wasn’t generally self-conscious about my body, but when he nudged my legs open wide enough that the outer parts of my thighs were touching the mattress, I grew a little shy.
“You’re so pink and perfect.” He stroked his thumb over my clit, and I shivered.
“And so responsive. I’m surprised you’ve never been able to orgasm with a man.”
“I’m starting to think I’ve never been with a man, only boys.”
Jagger smiled. He slid his thumb down my slick center and gently pushed it inside me.
My eyes fluttered closed.
He massaged along my tender walls with slow, expert skill until he elicited a mewl from me.
Then he pulled out and pushed back in with two fingers, leaving his thumb to stroke over my clit.
I was already on edge, but when he leaned down and buried his face in my wetness, I throbbed from head to toe.
Jagger knew what he was doing. Again I had to tamp down thoughts of why he was so good at giving oral and focus on the pleasure I felt and how much he seemed to pay attention to my needs.
When my breaths grew short and shallow, he flicked my clit with his tongue, making me clench hard with need.
I dug my fingers into his hair and shamelessly ground against him.
Oh my God.
I’m going to come.
From a man.
Not from my own doing.
The pressure built and built. I felt like a tightly wound top about to spin out of control.
“Jagger…I’m going to…”
His fingers pumped in and out faster. The proof of my excitement was evident in the sounds of my wetness growing louder and louder.
He sucked hard on my clit, and I exploded—fireworks-lighting-up-the-sky exploded.
My body trembled, and I moaned my way through the most intense orgasm of my life—and my first with a man.
As I came down on the other side of it, Jagger kept lapping at me, drawing every last spasm from my body. After, it was all I could do to stay upright. My bones felt like they’d liquified from the heat.
“Holy shit,” I panted. “I can’t believe that just happened.”
Jagger pressed kisses up my belly, stopping to nip at a nipple before pressing his lips against mine. “I can’t wait to take all your other firsts,” he murmured.
“All of my others?” I laughed. “I think there’s only one left.”
His smile was wicked. “We’ll see about that.”
Jagger slid his hands under my ass and lifted, scooping me into his arms and settling me back down in the center of the bed. “But for tonight, I’ll play nice. You’ll come whenever you feel like it instead of when I tell you that you can, and you’ll tell me when you’ve had enough.”
I didn’t have time to let the meaning of his words really sink in because Jagger pulled off his shirt and shorts and settled on top of me, straddling my legs. He reached to the end table for a condom and ripped the packaging open with his teeth before rolling it on.
Oh.
My.
God.
The sight of him touching himself sent a ripple of pleasure between my legs.
The full package that was naked Jagger Langston was a lot to take in.
There wasn’t an area of him that I couldn’t spend hours admiring.
Chiseled pecs led down to a wall of perfectly formed abs.
I’d always heard the term six-pack, but Jagger had double that.
His waist was narrow and sported that brain-frazzling V that made smart women make dumb choices.
And I hadn’t even gotten to his mesmerizing face yet.
Though when I finally did, Jagger looked amused.
“Enjoying yourself?”
“I am. Do you think you can grab my phone so I can take a picture and stare at this whenever I want?”
“Later.” He smirked. “I have much better things to do now.”
Jagger stretched out his legs, covering my body with his, but being careful to keep his weight on his elbows. I felt the hot, hard length of him flush against my bare skin, and knew without a shadow of a doubt that the orgasm he’d been able to give me with his mouth was not going to be the last.
He brushed a lock of hair from my face and spoke softly. “You’re beautiful, Sutton.”
I smiled. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
“I have been trying to keep the hell away from you since I walked out of the bar that first night, but yet here I am, breaking all my own rules.”
“Every rule needs an exception. In fact, my mother has a saying. ‘Rules keep your life organized, but it’s the exceptions that make life more interesting.’”
Jagger smiled before taking my lips in a kiss.
Brendan had always brushed his teeth or avoided kissing after going down on me, so when Jagger’s tongue tangled with mine and I tasted myself, I would’ve thought it would freak me out a little.
But it did just the opposite—it turned me on.
Kissing him back with everything I had felt like a thank you for the effort he’d put in.
Jagger pulled back and looked into my eyes. “You ready for me? I don’t mean your body—that’s primed, and I’ll go slow. I mean you.”
I nodded. “I have never wanted anything so badly in my life.”
Jagger took a deep, steadying breath and pushed inside.
His eyes never left mine as he eased in and out, being careful to go slow.
I could tell from the strain on his face that it wasn’t easy, but something told me doing the impossible was right up the man’s alley.
I was soaked and ready, so even though he was thick, my body stretched to accommodate him.
“Fuck. You feel…” His eyes briefly closed, and he swallowed. “You feel like...my first.”
Emotions welled inside of me. I was really doing it. Having sex, and it was nothing like the get-it-over-with experience I’d imagined my first time would be. It was raw, and beautiful, and exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
Jagger kept gliding in and out, each thrust in going deeper and deeper until he was fully seated. His arms shook as he buried himself to the hilt. “You good?”
I smiled and cupped his cheek. “I’m better than good. You don’t have to be so gentle.”
But Jagger continued at an unhurried pace. I wanted him to lose control, to feel the same thing that was happening to my body.
“Harder,” I whimpered. “Please.”
When he didn’t listen, I grew desperate.
I nipped at his chin. “I’ll beg if you want. Please, Jagger.”
He mumbled a string of curses, but finally relented.
Gentle thrusts grew rougher, and easing in and out became rooting deeply into my body.
The one thing that didn’t change, though, was the way Jagger looked at me.
He stared into my eyes like he was able to really see me, and more importantly, he made me feel like I had nothing to hide.
The moment was so intimate, like we were the only two people on Earth.
Everything else faded into the distance as our bodies climbed in unison.
“Oh God!” I gasped, startling when I realized I was actually going to orgasm again. Today was exceeding all my expectations, and then some. I dug my nails into his back. “Jagger…”
He reached down and grabbed my thigh, guiding it to bend at the knee. Then he pushed up and angled himself so that when our bodies met, he also pressed against my clit. The friction sent me flying over the edge, and a toe-curling orgasm ripped through me.
“Jagger!” I moaned.
His response was to smash his lips against mine and kiss me through every pulsating muscle contraction. After, I looked up with hooded eyes, and Jagger quickened his pace, working toward his own release. It hit with such a roar that I thought he might’ve scared the fish in the ocean outside.
I obviously didn’t have experience with the actual act of sexual intercourse, but Brendan had always collapsed after a blow job, his dick wilting to half-mast or fully flaccid before he would inevitably roll over and fall asleep.
But Jagger kept kissing me for a long time, gliding in and out, even after his second orgasm with little downtime in between.
I flashed a goofy smile when our eyes met. “We did it, and you’re still hard.”
His lip twitched. “We did, and that’s your fault. I’ve been semi-erect since I first laid eyes on you on that damn app. I had to stop watching you on the security feed because I kept having to jerk myself off in the private bathroom in my office.”
I grinned. “Really?”
Jagger pressed his lips to mine firmly before getting up to dispose of the condom. “That’s not a good thing. Especially the time I had a meeting with your stepfather right after.”
I was still laughing when Jagger returned from the bathroom. He came back with a warm facecloth and pressed it gently between my legs. “Sore?”
I was, but not too bad. And I didn’t want to admit it in case he might be up for a hat trick at some point. So I shrugged. “Just a little.”
The adrenaline crash started to hit, and I yawned. I expected Jagger to distance himself now that the actual act was over. But he surprised me and slipped back into bed. He laid on his back and lifted me so my head rested on his chest. I listened to his heartbeat while he stroked my hair.
“Are you always able to do that?” I asked.
“What?”
“Give a woman two orgasms in as many hours?”
His hand stopped moving. “I’m not touching that question with a ten-foot pole, sweetheart.”
I smiled and turned my head, propping it up on a fist on his chest. “I guess that was a you’re-damned-if-you-do, damned-if-you-don’t type of question.”
He ran his thumb along my bottom lip. “How about this? What happened between us isn’t the norm. It was special.”
“Maybe you like it slow and sweet more than you thought?” I said.
Jagger cupped my cheek. I was expecting him to say something romantic, but instead, he used the hand on my face to turn my head and position it back on his chest. “Don’t get your hopes up, sweetheart.”