Jagger

by S. Nelson

  That evening, the connection we’d shared snared deeper than before. We’d learned a lot about each other, and when he dropped me off at home, walking me inside and giving me another heart-melting kiss, I knew he was it for me.

  The one.

  The person I wanted to spend all my time with.

  But for now, I’d keep those feelings tucked safely away, patiently waiting for a time when I could express them. When I knew he felt the same.

  Jagger

  The next couple weeks flew by in a blur. Our club hadn’t heard a peep from the Reapers, much to our amazement. I’d talked in length to Marek about what had happened that night, and he assured me he would’ve done the same thing.

  His icy demeanor toward me had certainly started to melt, accepting me more and conversing with me at length many times. Sully had visited the club often, and whenever I saw her we talked without the fear of her husband retaliating. Oftentimes, Sully and I communicated strictly using sign language. Her assistance helped me to hone my silent skills until I’d become completely comfortable, only messing up a few times when talking with Kena.

  Kena: Can’t wait to see you later.

  Her message made me smile. Amongst everything else going on in my life, the club, the fights, she’d become my constant. My rock. Someone to turn to when things weighed heavy on my mind. Granted, I could only reveal so much, choosing to keep a lot of my life hidden until the time I deemed necessary to fill her in, but her support gifted me with a calm I hadn’t even realized I’d needed until she came into my life.

  I loved Kena’s sense of humor, poking fun when I’d sign the wrong thing, innocently teasing me until I’d break out in laughter, being sure not to take myself so seriously.

  I never thought I would feel joy, the concept of such an emotion foreign to me my entire life . . . until I met the woman I was put on this earth for. The first time I’d laid eyes on Kena, I knew my life would change; I just hadn’t realized to what extent.

  Jagger: I’ll be there soon. You’re staying over tonight, right?

  The first time she’d spent the night was a little over a week ago, and I’d been thrilled to share my bed with her, although we didn’t have sex. She’d wanted to, at least I thought she did with the way she kept rubbing herself against me while we made out on the couch. Then again, I returned the favor, seeking comfort for my constant hard-on. I was sure if I’d made the suggestion she would’ve been onboard, but something told me to hold back. To allow her more time to be sure.

  Tonight, however, I was gonna broach the topic, and if I didn’t see any hesitation in her response, I’d give in to what we both wanted. On every other occasion, there had been a tremble in her hands, or she would avert her eyes when she’d let me know she was open to having sex. All signs pointed to her being slightly unsure.

  I didn’t want her uncertainty.

  I wanted her to want it to happen. Without a doubt.

  A half hour later, I pulled up in front of her house. I’d brought my truck, the chill of the night air a bit too much for a ride on my bike. Hopping out of the driver’s side, the front door swung open and Kena rushed outside, slamming the door behind her in haste.

  Rushing forward, I asked, “Is everything okay?” Her face flushed, her lips turning up into an awkward grimace.

  I think Braylen’s having phone sex with Ryder.

  Not able to contain it, I burst out laughing, having no doubt the man was talking all sorts of dirty to Kena’s sister. What surprised me was that Braylen had given him the time of day. I thought she couldn’t stand him. However, I had witnessed a few tiny cracks in her façade whenever he was around, or was mentioned.

  “That’s awesome,” I chuckled.

  Ewww. It is not. She acted as if the thought of it repulsed her, but secretly I thought she enjoyed the idea of the two of them together.

  Drawing her close, I nuzzled my lips against the underneath of her ear, kissing her slowly and teasing both of us. She squirmed, often telling me I gave her the chills when I did that, but no way would I release her without gettin’ my fill.

  She lovingly slapped my chest and I finally pulled back, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before walking her toward the passenger side of my truck. As I opened the door for her, she turned and gave me a sexy smile, earning her a smack on the ass before she climbed into the vehicle.

  I can’t wait to get my hands all over her later. Adjusting my raging arousal, I circled the truck, taking an extra second to compose myself before I ended up attacking her, lifting her dress and taking her right on the front seat.

  Grabbing some takeout, we headed back to my place for the evening. I’d actually been proud to show off my apartment, all the new furnishings having been delivered a few days before Kena had come over for the first time. I’d forever be in Adelaide’s debt for helping me pick out some things which helped spruce up the drab space. The furniture was a mix of modern and contemporary, sleek lines and beautiful craftsmanship going into every detail of each piece. I ended up being drawn to the darker wood, although the coffee table was a mix of glass and metal, only adding to the overall layout and design of the living room. I’d painted the walls a cool beige color, adding colorful pictures and pillows as accents, extending the same concept into the bedroom.

  The small fortune it had cost to decorate had been the best money I’d ever spent. Now when I opened the front door, it felt like a home.

  The hours ticked by way too fast for my taste, but it did mean one thing: time to see if Kena was ready to fully give herself to me. As the final credits rolled on the comedy we’d just watched, I reached over and seized her wrist, tugging her toward me. Patting my lap at the same time, she took the hint and straddled me, her thighs pinning me on either side.

  Gazing deep into her beautiful browns, I knew she was it for me, and tonight would only solidify that she belonged to me. The final step in her becoming mine. As my mouth captured hers, my kiss asking permission to forge ahead, my hands drifted under the hem of her blue sundress. Running my fingers up and down her back at first, she seemed relaxed, complacent even. Until I gripped her backside and pushed her against my thickness; then she broke the kiss and stared at me with her mouth wide open. Surprise and expectation laced together in one simple response.

  “You ready for this, sweetheart? Because if you’re not, we can wait a little while longer.” While I prayed for her to say yes, I knew I cared about her enough to wait as long as it took.

  Placing her hands on my chest, she pushed herself back until she found her footing and stood in front of me. Reaching out, she wiggled her fingers, letting me know she wanted me to take her hand.

  An offering of herself to me.

  And I readily accepted.

  I led her down the hall to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind me once we were inside. I’d left the bedside lamp on, so there was plenty of light without being overpowering for such an intimate moment. I wanted to see her, every part of her, but since this was all new to her, the bright overhead would make her that much more self-conscious.

  I let go of her hand and allowed her the time she needed to direct the scene. For her to run the show. While I couldn’t wait to be inside her, I wanted her to take all the time she needed.

  Giving me her back, she swept her long dark hair over her shoulder, turning her face slightly toward me. It took me a couple seconds, but when I realized she wanted me to help her out of her dress, I stepped forward and took hold of the zipper. Each inch of exposed skin aroused me further, her silky skin begging for my kiss. Taking my time, I drew the metal fastener through its teeth, my racing heartbeat drumming in my ears.

  When I placed my lips on the side of her neck, I felt her pulse strumming underneath, and I couldn’t help but smile. No hesitation; I knew she was finally ready to give her body over to me.

  Would her heart follow?

  Once her dress hit the floor, she kicked it aside, turned around and stood before me in nothing but a white
see-through lace bra and matching panties.

  Gorgeous.

  The only word fitting to describe her right then.

  Taking my fill, I raised her chin to meet my eyes. “We’ll go slowly. You stop me anytime you feel it’s too much, okay?”

  A simple nod from her was all I needed.

  I’d never taken my time with anyone before. I’d never relished the feeling of just being with a woman, always in a rush to fuck and get it over with so I could move on.

  But with Kena, I didn’t want any of our moments to end. I wanted to savor every second with her. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I drew her close, spreading my legs so she could move in further. Her perfect breasts were directly in my line of sight, but her bra still shielded her from me. Without allowing another second to pass, I reached around her back and unhooked the clasp, pushing the straps off her shoulders and tossing the material to the floor to join her discarded dress.

  My eyes were alight with pleasure at the mere sight of her exposed skin. So appreciative she’d picked me to give her virginity to, I treated her with gentleness until the rapture of the moment became too much. Threading my fingers through her long strands, I brought her mouth to mine and nibbled at her lips, begging to enter her warmth.

  I needed to taste her.

  To breathe her in.

  After I’d bruised her mouth with my kiss, I trailed my lips down her throat, the moisture from my tongue eliciting goose bumps across her skin. I reached her collarbone, my teeth coming out to play for a brief moment, something I found she liked. Next I moved toward her pert breasts, begging to be tasted.

  Sucked.

  Pinched.

  So I gave her what her body demanded.

  Taking a pebbled nipple into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the heated flesh, gently biting and teasing her until all she could do was throw her head back in pleasure. She pushed herself further into me, and I ravenously accepted. Once I was done, I switched to the other, giving it as much attention as she deserved. I went back and forth, mouth over sensitive skin, fingers pinching the erect buds until I felt a rumble in her chest, telling me she enjoyed the torture I offered her.

  I claimed her lips once more, spinning her around and pinning her to the bed beneath me while our tongues danced together. Spreading her legs, I broke from her delectable mouth and moved down her body, taking my time to experience every bit of her she’d laid bare to me. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband of her flimsy panties, I drew them down her toned thighs, stopping by her calves, too entranced with seeing her bare pussy to go any further.

  Daring to glance up at her, realizing the look on her face would spur me to hurry, I held my breath and controlled my movements. With a sexy smile, she bit her lip as she writhed on the bed, widening her thighs to display more of herself. Her modesty fled, pleasure and want taking over and driving the course of the evening.

  “Should we get rid of these?” I teased, tugging the lacey material the rest of the way down until they finally fell from around her feet.

  Kena was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid eyes on. She was shy yet eager. Reserved yet willing. She bit her nail while she looked down at me, my head nestled between her opened legs. I’d thought for sure she would’ve been more reluctant when we’d finally ventured to this point, but instead I saw desire driving her to expose her vulnerability.

  “I’ve wanted to taste your pussy for so long,” I groaned, running my fingers up the inside of her leg, quickly following the touch with my mouth.

  When my warm breath caressed her core, her muscles tightened, and I knew what she’d offered was a true gift.

  Kena

  As soon as his tongue swiped through my innocence, I knew I’d never be the same. Every touch he laid on me I treasured. It’d seemed as if I’d waited forever to be with Jagger, and I couldn’t believe it was finally happening.

  I thought I would’ve been more reserved, but the way he loved my body, the adoration in his eyes when he looked at me, all of me, was nothing short of glorious. How could I want to hide any part of myself when his gorgeous stare undid me? Before I realized, my hands snaked down my body and found his hair, tugging his strands tighter each time his tongue flicked over me. When the tip of his finger entered me, I tensed, but his words worked to soothe me.

  “I’ll take it slow. I promise. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” I trusted him, so I relaxed and reveled in the pleasure he brought me. Just when I thought his skill couldn’t get any better than his mouth and finger working me simultaneously, he buried his tongue inside my heat. My back arched off the bed, and in turn I shoved his head further into my pussy. He laughed, pulling back to ask, “You like that, huh?” My only answer was thrusting my hips back toward his face. “So greedy,” he mumbled, before continuing to devour me as if he’d never have another taste.

  I’d brought myself to orgasm many times before, but the buildup Jagger offered became so much more. My breaths came quick and short, my heart ramming against my chest in expectation for what my body prepared to do. Throwing my head back, I clutched the bedsheets with my free hand and ground my pussy closer to Jagger’s mouth, silently begging for him to push me over the edge. To make me come so hard I wouldn’t know which way was up.

  His ministrations increased, his mouth promising the sweetest release. Fingers teased my opening, dipping inside every few seconds to add to the sweet torment.

  “I know you wanna come,” he spurred, driving his finger further into me while his lips wrapped around my clit. I would have shot off the bed had it not been for his hand splayed across my belly and holding me as still as possible. Pulling back, he blew his breath across my wetness, the chill he created making me jerk back in surprise. Nothing sexier existed than witnessing Jagger positioned between my thighs, licking me and bringing me to the brink of explosion. The sight alone almost undid me.

  “Come on my tongue, Kena. Please,” he begged, sucking on my clit once more, his hand working to make his plea come to fruition.

  A harsh buzz deafened me. The light from the corner lamp became dimmer the closer I flew to heaven. At one point I thought I forgot to breathe altogether.

  “I can feel you holding on. Let go,” he urged. “Let go and come for me, baby.” The deep rumble of his voice added to the pleasure, the vibrations from his throat tickling my clit, splintering my last shred of restraint.

  My body locked up.

  My muscles contracted and released, spasms throwing me into paradise.

  Lights danced behind my eyelids the more intensely my orgasm racked through me. I gave in fully to the bliss, my thoughts so scattered I couldn’t even think straight. All I could do was feel, ride the wave of ecstasy for as long as it lasted.

  Finally my release subsided, allowing me to slow my erratic breathing. My limbs felt like jelly. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t even bring my hands up in front of me to answer Jagger when he asked, “How was that?”

  All I could do was smile, locking my gaze with his in hopes he understood.

  And he did, the wicked grin on his face proof enough for me.

  When I’d finally regained some mobility, I raised up on my knees.

  “What are you doing?” he asked as I moved toward him, my intent obvious. Or at least, I thought it was.

  I want to taste you.

  “No.”

  No? Oh, you don’t like that?

  “I’m a guy. Of course I like that. I love it. But tonight, I just want it to be about you.”

  Can you at least take off your clothes, then? I don’t think I like being the only naked one here.

  “That I can do,” he replied, kicking off his shoes and socks while he removed his shirt. His intricate tattoos only added to his sexiness, dark lines mixed with colorful swirls painting his skin so beautifully. I’d been staring so long at his chest and arms that I hadn’t even noticed he’d removed his jeans . . . and his boxer briefs.

  Standing in front of me in all his glory, his sweet
smile did nothing to detract me from the huge erection he sported, his cock jutting out as if it had a mind of its own. Maybe I should have reconsidered. I thought I was ready. I mean, I wanted to be with Jagger more than anything, but I hadn’t truly considered what would happen.

  Don’t get me wrong. I knew exactly what he and I would be engaged in, and I hoped I would love it, but looking at his thickness, realizing that part of him was going to be deep inside me, made me hesitate for a few seconds.

  I berated myself for acting so childish, but for someone who’d never had sex before this moment was a huge deal. For me, at least.

  “Are you okay?” He moved toward the bed, his fingers circling his excitement. As if second nature, he lazily ran his hand up and down his shaft, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. Averting my gaze from that part of him, I watched the way his muscular thighs carried him closer. The way his stomach muscles clenched with every pump of his hand.

  Jagger crawled up the bed and moved his body over mine until my back hit the mattress, all before I could answer. “I know you’re nervous. I can see it in your eyes. In the way your breaths skip. But please realize we’ll only do what you want. What you can handle.”

  My heart melted. Placing my hands on the sides of his face, I pulled him to me and crashed my lips against his. I didn’t want to wait one moment longer to connect with him.

  “Fuck,” he groaned. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.” He continued to nip at my mouth, lavishing me with kisses, stopping briefly when he jumped up to snag a condom from his back pocket. Sheathing himself, he lowered on top of me again, bracing his weight with his forearms. “Are you ready?”

  I nodded. I wanted more than anything to appear sexy and confident, but the truth was my nerves fired off every which way.

  “Open your legs. Wider.” His lips brushed over mine again, distracting me when the tip of his cock pressed slowly inside me. “Don’t tense up,” he cautioned. “You’ll only make it worse.”

  Worse? I thought. Right then I couldn’t help but give in to my unease, knitting my brow and digging my nails into his biceps. I swore if I bit my lower lip any harder I’d taste blood.