“Thank you, Jagger. For saving me,” Tiffany said lying back on her light blue- and green-patterned bedspread.
“No need to thank me.”
Placing the first-aid kit on her small, wooden bedside table, I turned back to put my hand on hers. She was shivering. I grabbed a navy throw at the end of her bed and pulled it over her.
“What will happen?” she asked as her eyes stared at the ceiling and tears ran down her cheeks.
“They’ll lock him up. Then—”
“No, I mean here? With David?”
“What do you mean? Is he about to come home? Do you want me to tell him?”
Because I would do anything for you.
Her face crumpled as she gritted her teeth. Tiffany covered her eyes with her hand and sobbed. “I don’t know what to do? He’s everything to me. What will happen when I’m gone?”
I crawled onto the bed and pulled her into me, squeezing her trembling body.
“That’s so long from now. Don’t worry about that. Shh. It’s all right. I’m here.”
She turned and buried her face into my chest. Her arms tightened, and every tear she shed onto my black T-shirt felt like a stab to my heart. That bastard was going to pay for hurting Tiffany like this.
After a few minutes, she pulled back and looked up at me. Her face was streaked with tears and possibly some snot, so I reached over to the other bedside table and grabbed a tissue for her. She sounded like a fog horn as she blew her nose.
I chuckled a bit, but the laughter soon died as a few tears continued to stream down her face.
“What can I do?” I pushed strands of hair that had stuck to her face behind her ears. Her ponytail holder had long since disappeared, falling out somewhere in all this. Tiffany’s hair was wild, her cheeks flushed, and her whimpers were subsiding.
“I don’t care anymore,” she said as she reached up and curled her fingers into my hair. “I’m so beaten down. I’m not brave. My friends, they think I’m strong but I’m not.”
I lifted her chin. “Yes, you are.”
“Not like you. All I could do was pull on my purse and in the end, I wasn’t even strong enough to hold onto it. What happens when someone stronger than me wants more than my purse? I don’t care about myself but what about David? What will happen to him?”
My eyes began to burn as I cradled the back of her neck with my fingers. “No, don’t say that. Please, don’t. I care about you.”
“Then make me forget,” she said as she took my hand from her neck and pushed it down until it was between her thighs. “I want your fingers to stroke and push and pinch away all the uncertainties. Even if it’s only for today.”
Twisted trepidation swirled in my head as I tried to figure out what to do. She lifted her head toward me until her lips dusted my ears. “I don’t want to be Tiffany Blackburn today. I just want to be yours.”
“I don’t know if we should do this right now with what you just went through,” I said but didn’t remove my hand.
My cock was throbbing. It was so hard, and she knew because that’s where her hand had drifted to when it left my hair.
“Tiffany—” I groaned, and I meant to say more but words failed me as she cupped and stroked me over my jeans.
“I’m sorry for walking away the other day after our kiss,” she said as her fingers tugged at my button until it gave way. “I was scared. It had been so long.”
“How, uh, how long?” I shook my head so I could see straight.
“Over a decade. And this,” she slowly pulled at my zipper until the large bulge of my black boxer briefs poked out, “I haven’t gotten to touch anything good like this in just as long.”
Four things happened all at once—she yanked down my briefs, her eyes widened, and she licked her lips. And I tried my damnedest not to come.
NINETEEN
Tiffany
“You’re so big,” I said and didn’t even mask the surprise in my voice.
I don’t know what I was going to expect when I pulled out Jagger’s dick, but I didn’t think large cucumber. Except he wasn’t green. Jagger’s was a normal pinkish tan hue.
Perhaps my husband was small and Jagger was about average. I had watched porn before and my husband didn’t appear small compared to those men.
“Is this unusual?” I asked in case he had an abnormality because he really was quite large.
“No, my cock isn’t unusual. At least, I don’t think so. Haven’t really compared it to other guys before.” He stared down and curled his fingers around the base, giving one tug.
Watching him do that it was like a dam burst open and heat bloomed between my legs. Crazy sexy.
“Do that again.”
“What? This?” Jagger proceeded to give himself another pump, but this time his fingers drifted over the tip to spread a drop of precum that had formed.
“Yeah, that. Can I taste you?” I tore my gaze from his thick cock and watched his darkening green eyes.
His nose flared and for a moment and he said nothing.
“Please. Unless, you know, there’s something wrong with . . .” I said as I pointed to his throbbing dick.
“No, there’s nothing wrong. I get tested regularly but are you sure this is what you want?” His hand never stopped moving on his cock.
It’s funny what you miss when you haven’t had sex in a long time. Sure, I yearned for a man to go down on me and, of course, for sex itself, but what I fantasized about a lot was a man filling my mouth. The salty flavor and how lost a guy got by what I was doing to him.
Maybe it was the thought of being filled. Maybe it was the taste I pined for, but I wanted Jagger just like this.
I smiled as I watched him war with himself. He was trying to take care of me, and that was sweet. But I’m done with sweet. I needed something hard and rough, and I wanted it to make me scream.
I ran my finger around the edge of the tip as he pulled back causing him to stop. “I very much want this. Just a small taste. It’s been so long.”
He groaned as my hand replaced his. Jagger let go and moved his fingers into my hair. I lowered my head, my mouth watering as I inhaled his scent—a mixture of sweat and something uniquely him.
Just before I slid my tongue out, I looked up. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” he said as his mouth sagged open.
Was it gentle kindness or urgent need when he gathered up my hair and held it for me? I started at the base and licked my way up. Jagger whimpered, and I wanted to do something special for that melodic gift. When I got to the tip, I gave a kiss. Not a little peck, but deep with my tongue. I swirled and lapped for Jagger tasted better than any lollipop.
“Oh God,” he said and I knew he wasn’t going to stop me from getting what I wanted.
His eyes rolled back into his head. Jagger was too far gone to get out of this fervid hole I dug him into.
The corners of my lips burned as I opened my mouth fully to suck him inside, yet he was too thick to go any farther than halfway. I had to use my hand to make up the difference and push and pull him from me.
I wondered how I managed to go so long without this in my life—the taste of him, the toe-curling sounds he made, my body reacting to everything he did. This moment was bringing me more pleasure than I had in a decade.
A blissful ache twisted my belly as I sucked his cock. It was as if I was getting more satisfaction out of this than he was. When his hips rotated, pushing him deeper down my throat, I thought that would cause a problem. That I would start to choke or gag or something embarrassing, but only a moan rumbled up my throat vibrating over his cock.
He was slick, my hand was coated, even a few strands of hair tickled my nose, but nothing would keep me from tasting Jagger.
“Fuck, you’re so good at this,” Jagger said, his voice gruff and breathless.
I reached my hand back and cupped my hand over his as he held my hair back, guiding him to what I wanted. Because I wanted that bit of pain as he started t
o take control. Sex was always nice and pleasant with my husband, but over the years, since his death, I fantasized about sex with an edge. An experience that wasn’t always sweet, but definitely full of pleasure.
“Is that what you want, Tiffany? You want me to shove my cock down your throat?” he asked and when I lifted my eyes to his, they were round and darker than I had ever seen.
With much reluctance, I took him from my lips. “Yes. Please.”
His closed his eyes and a visible shiver ran down his body. When he gazed at me again, something had changed. He pushed me back so I was lying on the bed, and he pinned me in place by putting either knee by each of my shoulders.
Jagger stroked his cock and brushed my lips with his tip. He paused just before he pushed himself inside my mouth. “If you need me to stop, just pinch my thigh and I’ll immediately get off you.”
I nodded and flicked my tongue out to give him a quick lick.
“You are so fucking sexy, Tiffany.”
His cock entered my mouth slowly and I realized he was taking it easy on me. I reached my hand up and realized I couldn’t do much by the way he had his legs on either side of me. But I managed to slide my fingers around his balls and just a little back so I could press the precise spot I knew he would enjoy.
It worked, and he jerked into my face. My eyes began to water with his cock pushed farther down my throat.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” he said, which I already knew. His cock thickened in my mouth and it was time to show him how much I was enjoying this.
I pinched his thigh and he pulled back, but just before he could move completely away, I sat up and wrapped my hand around his hard cock, stroking. My face was right there and when he mumbled he was coming, I opened my mouth, sticking out my tongue.
I gazed up to watch his glassy eyes with his mouth hanging open as his cum squirted onto my lips, my tongue, and deep into my mouth.
Smiling when the last drop was spent, I swiped my tongue around my mouth. As much as I enjoyed that, my body was still humming and fully heated with what had happened. I expected Jagger to fall back on the bed, exhausted with what we did.
But that’s not what happened. He crouched down and his hand cradled my neck, gazing into my eyes. It was as if he wanted to say something, but he never spoke a word. His lips crashed onto mine, his tongue moving past my swollen lips.
Pushing me back on the bed, he climbed on top of me as we kissed. But soon he broke free and kissed down my body. His jeans still hung off one leg, and I was fully clothed, but that didn’t make a difference. This was still the hottest sexual encounter I had ever had.
Jagger pulled up my shirt and tugged down my bra cups before filling his hands with my tits. His thumbs flicked over my spiked nipples, and I arched my back as a gnawing ache flooded me.
“Look at them. They’re so stiff. That must have been torture watching me come and you had to just take it,” he said as deviousness filled his eyes.
I squirmed even more but he wouldn’t continue. Jagger watched me struggle with a fascination that made everything damp between my legs.
“I bet you want me to lick them or maybe even give them a little bite to relieve the pressure.”
I nodded as the corner of his mouth curled.
He slipped his lips over my nipple and sucked, flicking his tongue. It was a relief and torture at the same time. Even when he did it to my other breast, I only wanted more.
As if Jagger read my mind, he began to kiss down my body again. He yanked at my jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them within seconds. I lifted my hips, and he peeled them off me along with my panties. My body was humming for his touch, and when he did give me what I wanted, it was like a feather trying to satisfy an itch.
Jagger pulled my legs up and out so I was spread wide.
“It’s worse down here. You’re so wet, so swollen.” He bit his lip before his eyes found mine. “How can I let something so beautiful be in so much agony?”
I lifted myself up on my one elbow, as my other was still in pain from the mugging, and watched as Jagger lowered his head in between my thighs. His tongue taking its time along the outside of my lips, nowhere close to where I needed him to be.
I’m not ashamed to say I whimpered because this man was such a tease. But how he did it only made me want him more. Like when he slipped one finger inside me, pulling in and out, but nothing more. Jagger sat up and watched as the small effort he was putting forth caused my greatest want.
“I want to hear you, Tiffany.”
“Please,” I said, almost panting as I begged.
He added one more finger, but it still wasn’t enough. I gave him everything with that blow job, but he was barely moving for me.
“Don’t you want me? Just one little please?” He frowned. “That makes me think you really don’t want what I have to give.”
He was evil. I narrowed my eyes gathering as much strength as I could to fight back. To tell him to give it to me because I knew he wanted to.
“Please, Jagger. Make me come. Do what you want to me.”
Any backbone I once had dissolved, and I felt no shame.
He nodded and lowered his head. “With pleasure.”
Whatever he was doing between my thighs was working. His tongue and lips and fingers were performing like some orgasm-inducing machine. My fingers curled into his hair and I couldn’t stop myself from grinding on him.
Jagger seemed to like it as he groaned in response. It could have been I was suffocating him, but I was too far gone to stop. When he curled his finger inside me, that’s when I lost it.
My head flew back and I screamed out his name, my body convulsing with the best orgasm of my life. As he pulled away, his lips and chin dripping and eyes hazy, all I could do was lie there limp with a huge smile on my face.
He grinned too. Jagger moved over me, and I noticed he was hard once more. He halted when he heard the sound of a door closing.
“Tiffany! We’re here.” The distinct voice of Henrik echoed through my apartment.
TWENTY
Tiffany
“Fiddlesticks. Get off,” I said as I pushed Jagger away and scrambled to find my clothes.
“Tell me how you really feel,” Jagger said, his voice coated with sarcasm.
Finding my lace undies and pulling them on I stared at him. “What?”
Jagger, while dragging up his briefs and jeans, shook his head. “Nothing.”
Ugh, men. I gave him a perfectly good orgasm and now he’s cranky.
“Not nothing. What’s wrong?” I put on my jeans and secured them before readjusting my bra and top.
He shrugged and refused to lift his eyes to mine. But before I could say anything, there was a knock at the bedroom door.
“Tiffany? Is it okay for me to come in?” Henrik’s asked on the other side of the door.
I stared at Jagger waiting for him to give me something. Anything that would help me understand why he was upset with me.
Did he normally turn into an asshole after an orgasm? If so, I might have to look elsewhere for satisfaction. Like my dildo and vibrator collection. I didn’t go years and years without sex and not have something to keep me going.
“Fine.” I threw my hands in the air. I turned and walked over to open the door.
Jagger folded his arms and stared at my green and gray rug.
I found Henrik standing on the other side of the door with a smile on his face but it soon fell. He noticed the bandage on my arm and then glanced behind me at Jagger.
I knew Henrik. He was a man of few words and easily assumed the worst. He’s a lot better now, which I believed was due to Morgana softening his edges. But on occasion, the old Henrik reared his bitter head.
“What did you do to her?” Henrik almost knocked me back as he plowed past me.
“What?” Jagger said with the same angry glare directed at Henrik.
“You heard me.” Henrik grabbed Jagger by the shoulders and pushed him back
against the wall.
I raced over and tried to pull Henrik off Jagger but he was like a boulder of muscle.
“Henrik, stop it. Jagger didn’t do anything . . . well, he didn’t hurt me.” I couldn’t help the blush that bloomed on my cheeks.
Henrik turned his head, his eyes wide. “What?” His eyes drifted down my body as the realization of what happened sunk in.
His grip relaxed but he still wouldn’t let Jagger go.
“I suggest you release me,” Jagger said with a growing smirk on his face.
Henrik turned his head back to Jagger, narrowing his eyes. “Fuck. You son of a bit—”
“Language!” I shouted as I put my hands on my hips.
“Yeah, only I can use words like that on her. And only when we’re alone,” Jagger said as his grin grew.
Henrik’s jaw tightened and I could tell he was about to explode but before he could, Jagger grabbed Henrik’s pinky finger from his shoulder. With what seemed liked very little effort, Jagger pulled back his finger.
Henrik cried out and he fell to his knees. Jagger moved in a flash and had Henrik pinned to the ground.
“I told you to release me.” Jagger’s knee was digging into Henrik’s back.
“Let him go,” I said.
With a smile, Jagger turned his attention from Henrik to me. The grin didn’t last as he sighed and released Henrik, getting up.
“Fine.” Jagger lifted his hands in the air as if to surrender.
Henrik slowly rose from the floor and I thought he was hurt, but based on the red of his cheeks I realized it was only his ego that took a hit.
“You two act like boys, not men,” I said and turned to leave the bedroom when I saw David standing just inside my room.
“David. How was your night with the guys?” I went over to give him a hug but he stiffened as I came near. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I pulled away from him.
“What’s going on in here? What happened to you?” David touched my arm.
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