14. Supernova
CHAPTER 14
SUPERNOVA
JAGGER
H oly shit.
Bay’s confession shocks me to the core.
I’m sure her predicament isn’t as uncommon as one might think among women. However Bay exudes such confidence in every aspect of her life, from her polished looks, to her business acumen, her enviable grades and her popularity. I would’ve never guessed what she just told me.
“Hey,” I do my best to keep my voice low and soothing. “Look at me, Bay. Please.”
Her blue eyes, so shiny with tears, look bigger and darker. “I’m sorry, if you want me to go, I’ll see myself out.”
I hate the way her voice breaks at the end.
“Why would I want you to go?” I ask.
“Because Topher was right that there’s something wrong with me. I promised myself I would never fake an orgasm again and I have too much respect for myself and for you to do it now. So if that puts you off the entire thing, I understand.”
I grab her chin as gently as I can, forcing her to look at me when she tries to avert her gaze. “I don’t want you to go. And the only thing that’s wrong with you is that you didn’t dump Topher when he suggested that not being able to come was your fault and not that he’s useless in bed.”
There’s a beat of silence as Bay considers my words. “That would be true if I could get the job done by myself,” she finally says. “But I tried everything, Jagger. Every sex toy money can buy, my fingers, I even humped my pillow. I watched tutorials, I read books, I watched porn. You name it. I think I don’t even get close. Some stuff feels ok, but nothing like the explosion people talk about. I think the closest I ever came was a weird tingling I felt when my twin sister went on a date with Cash and they—sorry, too much information. You don’t care about my twin sixth sense.”
Just when I thought this woman couldn’t get anymore interesting. “Twin sixth sense? That’s fascinating.”
I lace my fingers through hers, bringing her knuckles to my mouth. “I want to try.”
She misunderstands my words. “Are you a twin? If not, there’s no way you could?—”
“Not that,” I chuckle softly, pulling her against my chest. “I want to try to make you come. Will you let me?”
Her blue eyes widen like saucers. “Now?”
I nod. “I don’t have anywhere to be and there’s this super hot girl in my bed I’ve been obsessing about since I got lucky enough to kiss her.”
She bites on her bottom lip and I can see that she’s considering my offer. “I don’t know.”
“Bay,” I say gently. “Topher is an idiot. The fact that he cheated on you is proof. Even if you don’t come, it isn’t the end of the world and that doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you. If you don’t come, we’ll try something else until we find what works for you.”
She looks skeptical, but I can see the twinkle in her eyes that means she’s tempted. “I’m not going to fake it though. If I don’t come, you can’t take it personally. ”
“I won’t.” I lie. Because this is personal and I’m not going to stop until I have Bay Woods writhing with pleasure and screaming my name. “But this isn’t going to work unless you trust me. You need to trust that I’m not going to judge you. That this is something I want, so there’s no rush. I’m gonna enjoy what I’m gonna do to you, just as much as you. So whether it’s going to take five minutes or one hour, you can relax. If it doesn’t work, we’ll move on. If you want me to stop, just say the word and I’ll stop. No questions asked, no hard feelings. What do you say?”
She thinks about it for a few seconds. “I trust you, Jagger.”
If those aren’t the sexiest words I’ve ever heard, I don’t know what are.
“Thank fuck,” I murmur, pressing my lips against hers. “I was already missing these soft lips.”
I kiss her with everything I have. Our lips are hot and daring, our tongues dancing together as we explore each other.
My hands aren’t idle either. Bay had pulled her dress up to cover her chest while we discussed her issue with orgasms and I slide the soft fabric down again baring her gorgeous tits.
“Fuck,” I toy with one of her pink, hard nipples. “You have the hottest tits I’ve ever seen. One day I’m gonna fuck them, if you let me.”
I think my chances are looking good, judging by the way Bay rubs her thighs together. I let myself imagine how I’m going to pour lube in the valley between her tits and slide my cock in the space while she presses them together in a soft, sexy embrace.
My cock twitches eagerly at the thought, but I ignore it. This isn’t about me. This is about the sexy woman in my bed.
I lavish her tits with attention, licking, biting and sucking, and I love how her breathing becomes more labored.
Eventually my lips travel down her soft, flat stomach until they meet the lace trim of the waistband of her panties. The garment is made of a silky fabric, trimmed with lace all over and with a small bow at the front.
It’s sexy and innocent at the same time and I would have bet that Bay would have worn black underwear, but I’m surprised that it’s a very pale lavender color.
At least most of it. I can’t help but notice a darker patch between her legs. My cock twitches again, now fully aware that she’s wet because of my kisses.
I bite on the elastic of the waistband, lifting it slightly and then releasing it back against the soft skin of her lower stomach.
Bay squirms, her thighs pressed together again to relieve the excitement I’m causing.
I think she’s ready for more. My fingers begin to lift the fabric, sliding it off her hips.
She’s watching me under half-lidded eyes, her bottom lip still caught between her teeth.
“This ok?” I check.
There’s a moment of hesitation. “You don’t have to do this if it’s too much, I?—”
“I’m not your ex,” I reassure her. “I enjoy this, Bay. And I promise, there’s no pressure to come. Just let me take care of you and tell me if anything feels good. We’ll take it from there.”
She torments that sexy bottom lip between her teeth. “Ok.”
I don’t let her say it twice. I throw her panties behind my back and sit back on my heels for a second to admire the hot display in front of me.
Bay isn’t totally naked, her dress is bunched up around her waist, baring her tits and her pussy.
I don’t know what I expected, I guess I didn’t get this far whenever I thought about her after that kiss. I never thought I’d be so lucky to be kissing her again, let alone having her naked in my bed .
She has the prettiest, most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen. And it might totally be my cock making this evaluation, but if that’s the case, I agree with him one hundred percent.
If I had imagined before what Bay Woods would look like naked, I would have guessed that she’d be well groomed. I’m not disappointed when I’m confronted with smooth, totally bare skin except for a thin, blonde landing strip pointing to the part of her I can’t wait to get closer to.
“You’re gorgeous,” I say, lightly running my index finger along her slit. I start from the apex of her thighs and just feel her supple, bare skin.
I’m careful not to put any pressure on her yet, there’s nothing worse than starting too hard and fast.
She shudders when my finger ghosts over her clit. It’s the good kind of shudder and I reward her with another light touch, this time drawing a slow circle on her most sensitive spot.
“Oh,” she half-gasps, half-moans.
Her hips lift off the bed just a bit, as she instinctively seeks more pressure.
I can’t believe Topher never wanted to eat her out and he never realized he was letting his girlfriend down in bed. I don’t do girlfriends or relationships, but if I did? Fuck, Bay and I would never leave this bedroom.
I know it’s a stupid thought. I don’t date because I get bored easily and Bay deserves someone who will give her everything she deserves. There’s one thing I can give her though, and I’m not gonna hold back.
I kneel between her legs, lowering my face and doing with my tongue the same thing I just did one second ago with my finger.
This time Bay’s hips lift off the bed as her back arches toward me.
I lick her again and again, drawn in by the clean scent of her skin, by her naturally sweet taste .
I apply a little more pressure, as my tongue parts her slit with every pass. At first I intentionally avoid her clit, letting my breath dust over it but retreating before I can touch it the way I’m dying to.
After a few minutes of this light, fun teasing, I think she’s ready for more.
My open mouth lands on her inner thigh. I suck the soft flesh into my mouth over and over until I leave a mark. Then I move on higher to do the same, until I take part of her outer lip in my mouth.
I’m a little gentler there but only slightly, as I move toward her center.
“Jagger,” she moans when the teasing and the sucking becomes an open mouthed kiss.
“You’re so sweet,” I whisper as I zero in on her clit for the first time and circle it with the tip of my tongue. It’s a firm touch and I know Bay likes it by the little noises that escape her throat.
I alternate licking and sucking, working her clit with my lips and tongue, reveling in her sweet, slightly tangy taste.
She’s so wet for me and I love every second of it, not even thinking about the finish line.
BAY
I’ve never been kissed this way in my life.
My high school sweetheart tried to go down on me a few times, but I suppose he didn’t know what he was doing. It almost hurt when he tried to lick or rub my clit.
I definitely don’t remember feeling this way with him, like my skin is on fire but in a good way.
My pussy is tingling with sensation and it’s like when I’m doing the climb on the treadmill in the gym. I can barely breathe, my heart is pounding in my ears and between my legs.
Jagger licks a hard circle where I need it most and I don’t even realize that I grabbed the side of his head to keep him there.
Everything he does adds to this crazy sensation; his warm breath on me, the softness of his lips, the firm, sleek texture of his tongue. I don’t even know what feels better. One second I think it’s definitely when he licks me, but then he sucks on me and I can’t get enough.
Every swipe of his tongue, every open mouthed kiss feels so good that I don’t think it can get any better, until the next one proves me wrong.
I’m not even thinking about where this might lead. I promised Jagger I wouldn’t fake it like I’ve done for years with my ex. But truth be told I can’t remember any of that. I can’t remember my own name right now.
Every shred of coherent thought is gone and I’m reduced to a panting, writhing mess.
It feels as if the world has expanded beyond the confines of this room, but at the same time it shrunk to the small, pulsing spot between my legs.
Nothing matters right now but this pleasurable throbbing that intensifies with every lick and suck of Jagger’s talented mouth. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying what he’s doing just as much as I am, eating me as if I was his last meal ever.
Maybe that’s what allows me to stop thinking about what I look like, how I sound, if I smell good.
I don’t care. I just need him to keep his mouth on me for all eternity.
Just when I thought this couldn’t feel any better and fuck anything else, if I can’t come, who cares? This feels good enough that I want it to never end. Just when I stop caring about what he will think if I don’t come, what I will think if this ends in frustration as usual…
I burst.
There’s no other way to describe it.
Jagger sucks harder on my clit, hitting my sensitive flesh with the flat of his tongue as his lips rub against my skin and that’s what pushes me over the edge.
It’s like fireworks and heat and tingling all at the same time.
And it comes in waves of delicious, intense sensation that’s almost too much to bear it, almost so good that I can’t breathe.
Everything around me disappears; sounds, colors, scents. It’s like my body has been waiting for this forever and now it’s clinging to every pulse, every ounce of pleasure.
Eventually I begin coming back down, but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
It’s like all the tension in my body has been released and all that’s left is a content feeling. I’m warm, relaxed, and still experiencing small waves of pleasure.
I just realize that Jagger is no longer kissing me. At least not between my legs.
He’s lying against his pillows and he has taken me in his arms. His soft lips are peppering slow, shallow kisses over my shoulder and I’ve never felt so safe and sated.
“Hey there, my little supernova.” His golden eyes are bright and intense, the corner of his lips lifted in a satisfied grin. “You ok?”
I find myself smiling back at him. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but for some reason, I’m not.
“More than ok. That was?—”
“The fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
How could I ever disagree with that? “Thank you, Jagger. ”
He chuckles. “Oh, don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you. I haven’t even gotten to use my fingers.”
What does it say about me that despite what literally just happened, my body reacts to his words with a needy throb between my legs?
Jagger doesn’t miss the way I squirm, squeezing my inner muscles to relieve the pressure that’s starting to build up again.
“Come here,” he presses his mouth to mine. “Let me prove to you that I can make you come again.”
I like the taste on his lips. He has his usual minty taste and something a little saltier and tangier, me.
His fingers travel down my body, light as a feather, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.
“You’re already wet for me,” his smile widens as his fingers reach my slit. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is.”
“Maybe I do,” I find myself smiling back at him, my eyes landing on the bulge tenting his athletic shorts. “I’m not gonna say no to another orgasm, but I think it’s only fair that we take care of you too.”
Jagger’s smile fades. “You don’t have to. After all we had a deal and I can wait until tomorrow.”
I pull on the string at the waistband of his shorts. “No. The deal was you’d kiss me again in exchange for my help tomorrow. You definitely went above and beyond.”
His smile graduates to a full grin that lights up his whole face. “What can I say? I’ve always been an overachiever. But seriously Bay, I’m just happy I could make you come.”
That makes two of us.
Emotion overcomes me when I think about how much I’ve missed out on since I lost my virginity at seventeen to my high school sweetheart. “I finally understand what all the hype is about. I even thought people were making this up. I mean other girls. No matter what I did, I could never—I thought there was something wrong with me.”
Tears well up in my eyes again and I hate it. Fuck. I am that girl who cries in bed with a guy. I need to stop because there’s definitely nothing more unsexy than this.
“Hey, hey,” Jagger traps my chin between his fingers, just like he did earlier. “There’s no need to think about it. It’s obvious that we’ve solved the problem. I think another orgasm is just what the doctor ordered and I’m here to deliver.”
He winks at me and that’s what does the trick. “I thought you were studying IT,” I tease him, my shame totally forgotten. “But you obviously know what you’re talking about.”
“Always listen to Dr. Jagger,” he smiles, applying that barely there pressure to my clit with the pad of his thumb. “He’ll take excellent care of you.”
I slide down on his pillows, pulling on the waistband of his shorts. “Do you think we could take care of each other? I’m still going to help you with that good luck bj tomorrow.”
He lifts his hips, helping me slide his shorts down his muscular but trim hips.
His t-shirt is the next thing that flies off onto the floor, followed by my dress that was still bunched up around my waist.
Holy shit.
I’ve seen Jagger shirtless before at pool parties, but nothing could prepare me for the perfection of his naked body. Every square inch of his soft skin covers hard, defined muscle.
Talking about hard, I can’t help the gasp that escapes my lips when my eyes land on his cock.
There’s no fucking way all of that will ever fit in my mouth. Jagger is… big.
Like, way bigger than the two guys I’ve been with. So thick that I can barely close my fingers around the base of his impressive erection.
Another thing I had never noticed before, is that there’s a lot more to Jagger than the popular frat boy he shows to everyone at parties and around campus.
I can finally understand why he and Cole are best friends.
“Bay, are you ok?” his voice is full of concern, but his eyes close when I move my closed fist up his hard shaft. “Fuck, that feels… good. No seriously, Bay. Why are you looking at me like that? I told you we don’t have to?—”
“I’m fine. I was just a little surprised by all… this .” I punctuate my words with a gentle squeeze as I reach the pink, velvety skin of his tip.
This time he groans, as a bead of clear liquid appears in the small opening of his cockhead. “You’re very big. Bigger than I’m used to.”
He sucks a shuddering breath in as I smear the precum around with my thumb, using it as lubricant to help me move my hand from base to tip.
“You—you don’t say.” He finally says when I stop moving.
“Oh come on,” I laugh. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know you’re way bigger than my ex. You’ve been playing hockey together since you were freshmen.”
His golden eyes open, focusing on mine. “Not really. These days locker rooms have more partitions and offer more privacy. Not that some guys don’t walk around the locker room buck naked, but for the most part we don’t.”
I knew that. Topher told me that last year when I asked him for help determining who sent my twin sister an unsolicited dick pic.
“Well,” I inform him enjoying how he gets harder with every touch. “It’s official. You’re way bigger than my ex.”
He chuckles, obviously pleased. “I don’t hate knowing that. And,” he says, entering me with a long, thick digit as that wicked thumb continues to play with my clit. “Don’t forget I can also do this.”
His finger moves inside me, curling up to scrape against a spot I didn’t even know I had.
My inner muscles spasm as my clit throbs in answering. “Oh God.” I moan.
From that point on, neither of us talks. The room is filled with my moans and Jagger’s soft, low noises as we explore each other with our fingers.
Earlier Jagger said no pressure and I had sort of convinced myself that the orgasm he gave me when he went down on me was the result of all the pent up pressure I’ve been accumulating practically forever but especially in the last twelve months.
I definitely don’t expect the way his fingers bring me right back up to that exhilarating precipice I recognize from earlier.
This time I’m prepared for the pleasure, I’m chasing it, moving my hips in tempo with the movement of his hand.
Just when the tension becomes so good that it’s almost unbearable, I snap.
God, I could get used to this. I love the way Jagger seems to know my own body better than I do, but I know a thing or two about him.
I noticed that he loves it when I touch his tip, especially the spot immediately under his crown.
So I concentrate my efforts right there, rubbing his silky skin with the pad of my thumb the same way he’s been doing with my clit.
Just as I begin pulsing with pleasure, spurts of white, warm cum coat my fingers, landing on my stomach.
After just a few seconds, Jagger places a quick kiss on the top of my head and heads to the bathroom.
I collapse on the pile of pillows against his headboard, fighting the urge to cry for the third time since I knocked on his door earlier .
This time however it isn’t because I feel inadequate or like I’m wading in uncharted waters. The emotion that is twisting my insides at this very moment is extremely familiar.
I feel abandoned, like I was just a means to an end, nothing more than a blow-up doll.
It’s the way I’ve always felt every time I’ve had sex with Topher and he got out of bed immediately after he was done or he rolled over and fell asleep the second he disposed of the condom.
Jagger wasn’t even wearing a condom.
The little annoying voice inside my head sounds like Lakyn’s. I roll my eyes as if she could see me and I have to wonder if her twin’s sixth sense is telling her about what a good evening I had until Jagger got up without a word.
She would probably argue that this twin connection is all in my head, but we both know it’s real and she just refuses to admit that I’m right.
To be fair, Lakyn would also tell me that I’m overreacting. First off, my expectations of Jagger are totally unrealistic. Why should he cuddle with me because we gave each other orgasms? It’s not like we’re together. I could expect that behavior from Topher because he was my boyfriend, but Jagger can do whatever the fuck he wants.
At least the Cove Knights D-man gave me two orgasms when my ex-boyfriend chose to believe I came in seconds every time his dick came near me.
I used to fool myself that I was an excellent actress, but come on. I suspect that Topher only cared about his own pleasure.
It wasn’t always that way, when we first started dating, he would try everything in his power to make me come. Until I started faking it. Sure, maybe I was convincing but it’s more than possible that Topher chose to believe what was convenient for his own ego .
Jagger has a fuckboy reputation and yet he seemed to know my own body better than I did.
Rather than dwelling on cuddles I had no right to expect, I should be basking in the post orgasmic glow that causes me to yawn as I stretch my limbs like a satisfied cat.
Topher zero, Jagger two. If this was a hockey game, you’d have to see if your fuckboy can go for a hat trick.
I snort, shaking my head at the ridiculous voice in my head. I definitely need to call Lake and tell her about my hookup with Jagger. Even though I’m not ready to admit that these were my very first orgasms in the almost twenty-two years we’ve been alive.
“Hey little supernova,” Jagger returns from the en-suite bathroom with a small, wet towel in his hand. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to run, but I made a mess of you and I wanted to help clean you up.”
What?
I watch totally speechless as he wipes his cum off my stomach with the little warm towel and then climbs into bed next to me, tossing the used terry cloth on the floor.
Neither of us say anything for a long moment. Jagger’s front is flush with my back, his strong arms wrapped around me and it’s surprisingly comfortable. So comfortable that my lids grow heavy and my breathing evens out.
I always found it hard to fall asleep next to Topher, despite the fact that he didn’t snore.
The thought shakes me awake and I attempt to wriggle out of Jagger’s embrace.
“No stay,” he grumbles, tightening his arms around me. “Let’s sleep for a bit and then we’ll sneak down to the kitchen when everyone will have gone to bed.”
The little voice in my head cackles like a bitch because we both know that we shouldn’t read too much into this invitation to stay.
We also both know that I’m a relationship type of girl and that if I were back in my room, I’d probably be playing with that app that shows you how your future kids with someone will look like.
I have to remember that Jagger doesn’t date, he said it himself not too long ago during the team meeting I eavesdropped on. That’s exactly what put him in the predicament I offered to get him out of.
I owe him a blowjob before tomorrow’s game, and then, whatever this is between us, will probably be over.