agger’s kiss is like a rainstorm after a long drought. His hands are rough and demanding, and I give in to him. Every touch lights me up like fire, and I press my thighs around him. The rain isn’t the only thing making me wet.
My dress is ripped open at the front and I want to be free of my clothes now. Feel his skin scrape against mine. Feel him push into me. Hot and hard.
I’d forgotten the taste of his lips. There’s a hint of whiskey on them now that I cherish. They control our kiss, deepening it, until I taste his tongue, too. He makes me his when he touches me like this. All I can do is whimper into his mouth and rub my thighs against his as arousal courses through me. Making me wild.
Piece by piece, Jagger hauls off my clothes.
There is no hello, no small talk, no conversation. Jagger is beyond words, and I’m shocked to discover that I don’t care. I need this, maybe as badly as he does. So when his palms trail over my ribs and grab my breasts to tease and tug at my nipples, I moan in bliss instead of protest.
Our kiss only pauses, it never breaks.
We’re in the front hall of his condo, my clothes a sopping mess dropped one by one onto the wood floor. I’m about to tug him, walk him toward the bedroom, but Jagger has other plans. His hand drops from my breast, but the other hand remaining makes up for it. He pulls off the strap of my bra and rubs the pad of his thumb across my nipple. I shudder with delight and whimper.
He holds my throat, as he kisses me. Urgently. He pulls his hand down my cheek. Yanks my hair. All the time his hips grind between my open thighs. The fabric of his pants scrapes against my panties, soaking from the rain, but also wet with heat of my own. The swelling heft in his pants rasps against my trembling bean.
His breath is hard and deep. He moans into my mouth.
It’s not until I hear the zip that I know what’s happening. Jagger is opening his fly.
He’s fully dressed, but his raw cock rubs against my folds regardless. He strokes it there, rubbing it against my hardened bud as I gasp into his mouth. It’s only now that he’s threatening to enter me that I feel how wet I am.
His silken shaft is slick from me. He rips my sodden panties and rubs against me with it until I’m quivering and weak in the knees. My arms lock around his neck for support. He grabs one of my thighs and hooks it over his hip, holding it in place.
Then the head of his cock meets my center, and before I have time to react, he’s plunged inside of me. A whimper escapes me. He’s so big, so wide it shocks me. And so long. My jaw stretches and works and I’m woozy.
Jagger’s body pushes me against the wall as he parts and pierces me. His kiss renews its passion. His tongues caresses mine and he steals the breath from my lungs.
Then he hammers into me. Slams me into the wall. Beats and drives hard and high. Shoves me round and around. The force and fierceness takes my breath away. My mind wants to protest but my body knows better. He takes me hard and deep, and I let him.
He speeds up, making longer, deeper strokes. My legs tremble as I try to grip him, take up the rhythm, but he’s all force and I have to let him take me.
Then I gasp. He startles me. Spins me around. Takes me, standing, from behind. His hands all over me, his body slamming me hard.
This is something new. Something animalistic. Jagger wants me on a primal level, and I get an unfamiliar gush of a dark thrill as I surrender myself to him.
The piston motion, beating and thrusting, drives me wild. My hips buck back onto him and a moan rips from my throat as he fucks me. I grind on his cock and take selfish pleasure in how it makes my hot sex burn and throb.
He drags me, still impaled on his huge shaft and he drapes me over the back of the couch. Roughly, he pulls my thighs apart and then he plunges his cock so deep my eyes pp. I claw the fabric of the couch as he stretches me and I shake, orgasming uncontrollably. It makes me flap, uncoordinated and I shout his name.
Then he winds the rhythm into a higher gear. He sweats and shouts and canons into me, slamming and filling me.
Jagger pulls out of me suddenly and takes me by the hand. I stumble as he pulls me up from the couch and drags me to a chair.
He throws me over the wide arm of the chair, spreads my legs, and enters me again.
I must have died on the way to Jagger’s condo, because I’ve found heaven. Jagger’s thick, sturdy shaft fills me. He rubs up against a spot inside of me that makes me see stars. I’m overcome with sensation. I never want it to end.
Pressure scrapes on my bean that wasn’t there before. I lift my head in shock as another quake of ecstasy rocks me to my core. Jagger is massaging that sensitive part of me with his thumb. My eyelids flutter shut and I drop my head back onto the chair, working my hips as best I can while this stunning alpha male claims me.
My body bottles up all of my arousal jealously, and I feel it’s nearly full to brimming. Another climax is inescapable. The way Jagger keeps rocking into me, rubbing me, and looking at me with eyes that burn with need makes me feel like I won’t last long.
He’s going to give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had, and he knows it. He wants it.
He wants me.
My next orgasm is louder. I suck in a desperate breath and arch my back as it claims me, the overflow of pleasure too much to handle. I tighten around him in waves and he slams into me, leaning over the couch so he can steal the sound from my lips. He’s not letting my orgasm end. The more he thrusts and caresses, the longer it lasts.
I want more.
When the last of the ripples subsides, Jagger withdraws and pulls me from the chair. He’s still fully erect, his rod flush against his stomach. I have no more strength with which to stand, so he pushes me against the floor to ceiling windows overlooking New York and takes me against the glass.
I claw at his back as he takes me. He growls into my mouth. All of the fear I have of the future melts away. There’s nothing more than us, our bodies, and this moment.
I don’t know how long we stay at the window, but the next thing I know, Jagger has me in his bed. We move together, but Jagger is the one in control, perfectly piloting our bodies.
Another orgasm builds, and a wild gleam in his eyes tips me over the edge. I moan as I raise my ass and tighten around him, and when I do, he pumps into me. We climax together, our hearts joined.
My mind fogs with senseless bliss.
The last things I remember are his butterfly kisses and the heartfelt utterances of my name crossing his lips.
“Alexa, oh, Alexa.”
Could I ever ask for more?
The bed shifts, and I wake. It’s early morning. Jagger is rising from the bedside. He’s dressing and fast.
“Jagger?” I ask carefully.
“Good morning, Alexa.” His voice is gruff. He doesn’t even look over his shoulder.
“What’s happening?” I ask. “Come back to bed.”
“Can’t.” He pulls on one polished leather shoe, then the other. I’m still blurry eyed.
“I’ve got a flight. I’ll need you to get dressed, too. I’m having a personal shopper come in while I’m away to make sure there’s food in the fridge when I get back, and I’m going to need to give him access.”
“So you’re giving him the spare key,” I say. The thought leaves a bitter taste in my mouth. Not only is my time with Jagger short, but I can’t even stay in his condo.
“Unless you think he can come in through the window,” Jagger jokes.
I don’t find it funny.
He dresses quickly and in silence. The remains of my clothes are strewn around the apartment and I have to race to pick them up and drag them on. Thank God I brought clean underwear.
Once we’re ready to go, Jagger shows me out of the condo and back down to the ground floor. There’s a car-service cab waiting for him outside the front door. He kisses me goodbye in the lobby, and I watch as he darts out of the door and slips into the back of the cab. It’s still raining.
I wrap my arms around myself, hollow. Jagger wasn’t even home for twelve hours this time.
I need support, and I definitely need some coffee. It’s too early to deal with emotional strain.
Since I’m in the city, I don’t hesitate to call Sonya. I’m convinced that woman never sleeps.
“It’s early, girlfriend,” Sonya says when she picks up. “What are you doing up at this time of the day?”
“Wondering if you’d like some coffee,” I reply. “I’m in the city. It’ll take me no time at all to get to Rare Roasts.”
“You’re speaking my language this morning.” Sonya’s words are upturned with playfulness. “I’m interviewing an artist a little later this morning in Brooklyn. You up for the trip?”
“Definitely. Can you text me an address? I’m assuming you already have a place in mind.”
Sonya sounds way too chipper for such an early hour in the morning, especially one that has me feeling so blue. “You know me so well. This is why we’re best friends.” She laughs. It’s a carefree kind of giggle that always makes me feel better.
“Oh, right, of course. I forgot our friendship is coffee based,” I tease her lightly. “Let’s hang up so you can text me the address, okay?”
“You got it, girl.” Sonya sounds like the sunshine I need so desperately in my life right now. “See you soon!”
Seconds later, my phone buzzes with Sonya’s text. I’m out the door and in the rain before I have a chance to change my mind.
Brooklyn Brewed, the coffee shop in Brooklyn, is tucked into a residential area of the neighborhood that’s far enough off the beaten path that it’s peaceful, but not so far away that it’s a hassle to get to.
The barista smiles at me when I walk in. His name tag reads Jared.
Sonya is already at a table, watching me as I order. She’s got a knowing look on her face and a devilish sparkle in her eye that promises trouble.
When I sit across from her, she leans forward on her elbows and grins. “Dish, girl.”
I crumble. “Jagger got back in last night, and he called me and asked me to come over, so I did.”
“It was pouring rain last night!”
“I know. But there was just… he didn’t sound like himself. He sounded stressed.” I looked down at my latte. “I wasn’t going to go, but he ended up calling me a car, so I went.”
Sonya frowns. “You must’ve been soaked.”
“I was, but it didn’t matter. The second I stepped in the door, Jagger was there. He looked at me like he was a wild animal, and then he shoved me against the wall and kissed me. We didn’t even say hello.”
“Um, hot. Okay.” Sonya grins. “So what’s got you so down?”
“It’s never been like that before,” I explain. “He was savage. I clawed at his back and he growled into my mouth. He screwed me all over the condo.”
“Ooh,” she grins with a little shiver, “Still not seeing the problem here.” Sonya sipped at her coffee. “If my night had ended up like that, I might not have ever left his apartment.”
“Well, that’s the thing.” I tighten my lips, feeling my emotion start to well up. “In the morning he said he had another flight and told me I needed to go. He showed me out, then left, and… I don’t know. I don’t know what any of this means.”
“Whoa whoa, slow down.” Sonya held out her hands. “What are you confused about? You need to be clear for me.”
“I don’t know what his changes in attitude mean,” I admit. I want to slump down onto the table and disappear. “He was scary last night. He took what he wanted.”
Sonya arches a brow. “Judging by the color on your cheeks, I’d say it was scary good.”
“Scary amazing,” I admit, blowing on my coffee, “But also scary scary.”
“Girl,” Sonya says. I can tell by the tone of her voice she knows I’m not giving her the full truth. “Come out with it.”
“He was rough.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“I liked it.” I’m reticent, “A lot.” Sonya almost chokes on her coffee. “I’m scared how much I liked it,” I admit beneath my breath.
I duck my head in embarrassment.
“I mean, the fact that he’s away all the time is an issue,” I justify. “We still need to work that out. But maybe… maybe I’m just on edge. My hours have been cut, I won’t be able to afford the rent, and I don’t have the funds to not get evicted. How am I going to stay here with him at this rate? Maybe that’s why I liked it so much, because I know we might not have long together.”
“Where would you go back to?” Sonya asks pointedly.
I don’t want to tell her that I don’t have a place to go. The last time I was homeless, I stayed with her until I found I job. I don’t want to impose again.
“Okay, so tell me again what the downside of moving in with gorgeous, sexually savage pilot Jagger Long is?”
This time around, I don’t have an answer for her. Sonya shakes her head.
“Well, girl, here’s the thing,” she says when I’m silent. “I’ve got a lot of work to get caught up on, and I think you’ve got a lot of thinking to do. Why don’t we meet back here in a few days and we can reassess your situation. How does that sound?”
“That’s fine.” I can’t keep Sonya here if she has a job to do. Besides, I’m stronger than that. I might be terrified of what it means to like what happened last night as much as I do, but I don’t need her to hold my hand. “If anything happens, I’ll text you.”
“You got it.” Sonya winks and stands. Her coffee is in a to-go cup, and she takes it with her. “See you soon, girlfriend.”
“Bye Sonya.”
I’m alone in the cafe. On my own once more.
I breathe in deep and let it roll off my shoulders. It doesn’t need to be bad. I’ve always found my way out of a tight spot before, and I know that I’ll rise above again.
Rise above right into Jagger’s penthouse condo.
The thought of being a kept woman doesn’t seem so unappealing anymore. Not after last night.
I finish my latte and return my cup, then take to the streets of Brooklyn. It’s a nice area. If I lived in Jagger’s Manhattan condo, I could come here whenever I wanted easily. I could live the life I’d always dreamed about.
I still need some time to think.
As I wander further into Brooklyn, lost in my thoughts, I cross the first thing in the neighborhood that makes me doubt that it’s really such a safe place. On the corner is a dark, decrepit house overgrown with weeds and in serious need of a face lift.
I frown and walk a little faster. It gives me the creeps.
Living in the city will be nice as long as it’s in Jagger’s deluxe condo. I remind myself that there are some unsavory places in New York I’m better off staying away from.
But I don’t have to worry about living in a house like the one on the corner. Not at long as Jagger’s around. I’m destined for his condo and for all the lavish luxuries in it.
I have nothing to worry about. I tell myself that, over and over.