“Good pilots know how to be economical with their time,” he answers, with a touch of gruffness that raises questions for me.
“Well, that must make me a lucky girl,” I answer airily.
“You’ve got no idea. I want to see you. Right now.”
This guy’s in a rush, that’s for sure. It… flatters me, somehow, knowing that he wants to see me as soon as he lands. Now that’s desirability. When a man wants you so much he’s not mincing words anymore.
“Okay, well…” I consider, looking around. I was going to ask him if he wanted to come over, but then the apartment’s still a mess from my night in with Sonya, and I honestly have zero energy to even try to tidy this place up, let alone clean it.
Plus, as if I want to clean it up knowing that Helen and Ben will just be back in a few weeks. They can hire a maid, thank you very much.
“How about wherever you’re staying? I’m guessing that might be a hotel?” I ask. “A hotel maybe with a bar, perhaps? Take me out.”
“Take you out,” Jagger says, savoring every word. “At this hour? You’re pretty much takeaway.”
“I don’t know what you mean there,” I laugh.
“Just saying that you’re delicious,” he growls. Oh, that perfect growl. The caveman with sophisticated desires. A man who knows exactly what he wants.
“Can you text me your address, then?” I ask him. He ends up just reciting it to me, forcing me to have to write it down. It’s not like I know all of the hotels in the city.
“No more ‘we’ll see,’ now, beautiful,” he growls again. “This time I’m getting my hands on you. Better get ready for that.”
“I was born ready,” I answer. I keep my phone to my ear as I walk to the wardrobe, trying to figure out something to wear.
The dress I wore to the party, and then for my wild night with Jagger… I’m afraid if it takes any more abuse, Helen will totally notice it.
I guess that means I’m going to have to borrow another dress. Well, well, well. Thanks, Helen!
Good thing we’re the same size. Hey, when we were younger, she used to steal my clothes all the time. This is just karma, really. Surely even Dad would see the logic behind my madness.
Jagger’s voice still burrs in my ear. “I have a craving for you. And a craving’s a hard thing to get rid of. Good thing I’ve got the real deal coming to see me in a short while.”
“Give me an hour,” I say, figuring out all the things I need to do in time for our little session.
Just need to shave my legs, pick an outfit, do my makeup, call a cab…
Meanwhile, I bet he’s looking all oiled up and gorgeous. I don’t think people sweat on planes, not with the way they always hike the air-conditioning up, but if anyone would look all bronzed and topless on a flight, it would be Jagger.
Sounds like a business idea! I could be a billionaire.
A dress immediately catches my eye. It looks perfect. I remove it from the rack and press it against me. This slinky red piece is just so charming. I try it on and confirm that theory instantly.
“Okay, see you soon,” I say to the phone, letting Jagger finally hang up.
The pilot wants to steer everything about this rendezvous of ours, but I’m not going to let him have it all his own way. I’ll be sure to change the trajectories that we’ve mapped out to something that takes us where I want to go.
But boy, am I going to enjoy everything about this with him.
Including, I have to admit it, the tug-of-war with the alpha male. Just the thought makes me tingle.
“Oh, baby,” Jagger looks up as and his eyes gleam as he sees me. He’s taken a booth in the dark end of the very up-market hotel bar. He stands. There’s always that moment, meeting someone for the second time. ‘Was this a mistake? Was he really as thigh quakingly gorgeous as I remember?’ Looking him up and down as I approach, it’s an effort to keep from running. Straight at him.
Still smoking hot. Just like I remembered. Maybe a little taller even.
The steady click of the Helen’s Christian Louboutin heels beats a sexy rhythm. They help me keep my pace slow and give him the chance to appreciate and anticipate as I cross the polished floor. That flush of confidence again rushes through me again. Another designer dress and I’m Alexa the Glamorous. My hips sway in the persona I that embody in the presence of intensely attractive men. Men like him.
“Now that’s a way for you to say hello, I suppose,” I smile flirtatiously at him, my lips curled up as I see the way he looks at me. “Hmm… did you get a hotel room for us?”
This isn’t the same place as he had a suite after the club opening, but it’s got the exact same polished decadence of a five-star hotel. The kind of a place where you could find a man like Jagger.
“Should I have?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“You know, it might be helpful. A space to do things at…”
He smiles at me, savoring the flirting. “Well… I won’t lie, I fully intend to fuck you again — there’s way too much pleasure for me to turn that down. That said, though, it’s not like I exactly am limited to hotel rooms for that purpose.”
Now I’m the one raising my eyebrow, feeling my pulse quicken as he tempts me with these ideas. “Where were you thinking?”
“Hmm…” he pauses. “Inside a car. On a rooftop. Onboard a plane.”
“A plane?” I repeat, in disbelief. “Never thought of me as a mile-high club sort of girl. In any case… I really hope that’s not how you’ve been treating work.”
“Hah,” Jagger laughs, the sharpness of the sound giving me the idea that this is reminding him about something. “Hey, just to be clear, you’re the one who said we were going to have a one-time thing.”
“One and done,” I nod. “But you also agreed to it. The last thing you want is a pattern, right?”
Finally, I slip into the booth with him. As he sits, he runs his hand down the back of my neck. Down my back. He looks in directly my eye as he squeezes my ass. Then his hand slides around to rest on my lap.
“Where exactly does that leave us, in that case, Alexa?” he asks, giving me that searching look again.
As his eyes search me, his hand does some hunting too. My chin lifts as the weight of his hand wanders to my knee. Starts to hike up my dress.
I inhale sharply, blushing at once. “Oh.”
“Oh,” Jagger grins at me. “Now that’s a good start,” All that cockiness. Goddamn, he knows how to make my heart beat. And his hand keeps rising up my thigh. “Hey, I did go to all the trouble of telling you that story, right? Weak as it may have been.”
“Weak?” I question, having found the voice to speak, despite the way he’s teasing me so bad right now. “I… I liked it, actually.”
“Liked it as much as you’re liking this?” he asks, lifting a finger and brushing it against the bare skin at the top of my thigh.
I can feel myself get so wet just from the brief fluttering touch.
But it’s Jagger’s interested face that has me most transfixed. “No panties, huh?”
“Well…”
He doesn’t interrupt. He just raises that eyebrow, and waits for me.
“I thought we were going to…”
“Going to what, Alexa?”
Reflexively, I gulp, knowing that he won’t let me get away without saying it. “I thought we were going to fuck tonight.”
“Naughty girl,” he grins. “Oh, we’re definitely going to fuck tonight. I’m flexible on this whole one-time thing, because you’ve got my cock all hard for you. I’m going to enjoy retracing my hands all over your body, Alexa.”
I know that I’m going to enjoy that too, just as badly.
We practically crash into his hotel room — yes, of course he has a suite there too. He’s a man of incredible practicality, after all. I would never doubt that when it comes to making sure we can have sex, he’ll ensure everything goes well.
I mean, he’s just so attentive. A rare man who cares if
his partner’s getting everything she wants.
And, for the record, I’m getting everything I want.
We kiss on the couch in the lounge area of his suite. This is a much nicer hotel room than the first one we tangled in. “Oh,” I moan into him as we make out, our lips locking with a feverish intensity. My body tingles and crackles, anticipating.
“You’re going to get everything you came here for,” Jagger says, framing it almost as if it’s a warning. “I’ve been craving you, after all.”
I bite my lip as I look into his eyes, I can tell he means every word. His hands grab me, handling me with enough deft roughness that I’m both surprised and loving it.
Rough is exactly what I want right now.
After the day of job-hunting, Helen and all that bullshit, the absolute best thing to for me deal with now is Jagger. I can deal with him pinning me down to fuck the living daylights out of me.
I sigh so contentedly it could sound like I’ve already reached my climax. But I know Jagger. I know we have a good, long way to go.
We undress each other hastily. He hangs back as he watches me get naked for him, and I sense this is him deeply desiring the sight of my body, naked in front of him — after all, the first time, I kept my dress on.
His eyes burn appreciatively over my skin.
He cups my breasts and leans forward, kissing at my nipples. Long, wet kisses, almost sucking, but mostly with his lips and mouth. “Ah, Alexa,” Jagger says. “You’re goddamn beautiful. So fucking sexy.”
I let a wandering hand slip away to reach for his cock. I grip it. Hard. “Sexy, huh?” I tease him. “Must be why you’re so hard.”
“Exactly why I’m so hard.” God, he really is impossibly hard. I thought my memory might have played a trick to exaggerate his size. If anything, it’s the opposite.
Now I shift away from his kisses, so I can attend to him. I hold him now in both hands, shaking my head slowly in wonder. He twitched as I blow along his underside. Then again as I let the tip of my tongue tease him around the bottom of his crown. Then down, down so I can nibble at his balls.
I look in his eyes as I stretch my lips to slip them over him and take him into my mouth. His hips vibrate and tremble. I can feel he’s holding back the urge to slam his massive pole into my throat. The idea makes me tingle. Maybe, captain, I think, but not this time. He can hold himself back for now and I’m loving it.
I suck on his cock, descending smoothly as my lips bring his impressive girth in my mouth.
He’s so big, and when it’s in my mouth, I’m still amazed he was able to fit that inside me at all.
Jagger’s cock has a slight curve upwards, meaning his underside is pleasantly ridged with powerful-looking veins that add texture to the feeling of him in my mouth. And he shakes when I run my tongue up the seam.
I close my eyes so I can focus on sucking him, but it’s only a matter of time before he reaches down, pulls me around and his fingers tease into me.
So what I do is back against his fingers. I let him dictate the pace, and we find a rhythm where the strength comes from the speed and depth of my mouth on his cock and the peaks and plateaus build from his fingers inside me. In me and on me. I never thought my own sex had so many moving parts and control surfaces. I heard someone say ‘He played me like a musical instrument.’ It wouldn’t take Jagger ten seconds and he could get a tune out of me. And in four-part harmony.
He makes me moan so much.
Before I know it, he’s gripping his cock hard at the base, and pulling me off him… only to have me straddle him, sitting across him, my legs spread open for him.
All I have to do is look down and see his large cock threaten the opening of my pussy.
“I’m about to fuck you real hard, you beautiful girl,” Jagger tells me, pulling me down on him.
The feeling as he enters me — or, to be more accurate, as I descend onto on him — is unbearably exquisite.
The sensation grows way more intense when he begins to make use of his position under me. He thrusts upwards, penetrating me high with long, deep strokes. My hips rock with a life of their own as he fills me, stretches me, pierces me high and wide and overwhelms me.
I have to cling to his shoulders, leaning forward, as he denies me the chance to take charge and ride him. He wants to control everything here. He kisses at my breasts with his hungry mouth, fucking me with a fierce rhythm that I wholly surrender on. It’s a dark thrill to imagine I don’t have a choice at this moment. Then a moment later, a different thrill to imagine that I do.
“Oh fuck,” I moan loudly, “You’re so fucking good at this.” Jagger growls and his hands pay attention to the whole of my body. I’m collapsing with the way that he’s fucking me.
There’s nothing I can do but surrender to him here. The captain is wild and unleashing his whole potent energy. I can only take what he gives. There’s no more pretension here that he’s fucking me with something to prove. Now he’s fucking me hard like this because this is how he’s loving it.
I am going to be so sore in the morning.
But I don’t regret a damn thing, nor will I dwell on that while the most handsome man I’ve ever seen is thrusting away into me, wrapping his arms around me, pulling me down to him.
We kiss, just as we begin to come together. Our orgasms commingle, and I burst at the same time as he does. It rips our breath away.
TEN
HAVE ALEXA’S FACE imprinted in my mind, as I finally pull out of her, landing next to her in the puddle of sweat we’ve made together. “Fuck,” I whisper, “I… I don’t believe you. Goddamn, fuck, you’re so fucking good, Alexa.”
She doesn’t respond, except to smile, opening her eyes and watching the ceiling in a daze.
I’ve seen that look before: a woman fucked so good she’s not really registering what’s going on around her.
Yeah, I’m fucking good at what I do, I know that.
In the interests of being responsible, our first few words we exchange after orgasm is entirely administrative: I check in with her to see if she’s on the pill, and she says she is, so that’s okay. No Baby Jagger, not just yet.
Would it be so bad though? With her?
Goddamn, I’m thinking all sorts of silly thoughts just after I cum.
The way she’s relaxing in bed, smiling, barely there… that tells me I’ve done it right this time. So on the crazy off-chance that I hadn’t done it right originally, this will confirm it once and for all that I’m a great fuck.
I tell her to scoot over so I can spoon up against her for a little bit of pillow talk, while I wait for my cock to recover. Unlike last time, I’m not letting her go without me getting round two. Actually, since I’ve got the room… she can stay the damn night if she wants.
But, as if she’s already thinking that, her lips form a sentence I do not like hearing. “One and done.”
Not like she’s telling me. Like she’s kinda just reminding herself.
So I change the subject. “So… that story really got you to open your legs for me again, huh?”
Alexa laughs, rapidly returning to the scene. “I mean, I already did… you know, get off on the phone call. So you could say that it’s already done its work.”
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