Jagger

 

 

Later in the evening, there’s a thick coating of dust all over our skin and clothes as we return to our suite at The Aria. I shrug out of my blazer and Mikayla unbuttons her skirt, leaving a trail of dust on the marble floor.

“You know, Jagger, if you were gentlemanly enough to come to my home and steal me from my bed… like a lesser barbaric outlaw, I could’ve packed a few of my favorite sweats,” she says, her skirt falling down around her pretty light pink toenails.

“Today, wasn’t by the book for me,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “Fuck these clothes, you look gorgeous dirty.”

Before I can reach in to taste her lips, Mikayla inquires, “Speaking of, what is by the book for you?”

“Murder.” I bruise my mouth against hers in a hard kiss that brings a moan up Mikayla’s throat, my tongue diving in that beautiful mouth of hers, exactly where my cock has wished to be since we met. “And rampage. But despite ‘your little moment,’ we had a good day.”

“Oh, my little moment? When I attempted, desperately, to slap some sense into you?” She bites on my bottom lip. “Somehow, I see many more ‘moments’ of me attempting to knock some sense into you in the future. But, wait. Do we even have a future, Jagger?”

I’ve always lived life like a man who could die at any moment. With recklessness. Not to say that I move around like my life is a video game. I won’t respawn if I’m taken out, but there’s a level of freedom when it’s just me to worry about. It’s every man for himself, even during those occasional times when I hook up with Ava or another female assassin while on assignment. I couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck about a life other than mine… until Mikayla.

And I’m at a loss for how to answer her question. Do we have a future? Her dark gaze searches mine for truth. We do… if we continue to survive. “Well, uthando lwami, as long as there’s breath in these lungs,” I hit a fist against my chest, “there’s an us.”

Those brown orbs of hers liquefy into melted chocolate, and damn, I might have a few social issues, but I’ve finally managed to say the right words.

Grabbing her, I pull her breasts from the tube top she’s wearing, grip her ass, and lifted her on my waist. My lips make an o-shape around her nipple, and I suck it into my mouth on my way to the bathroom. The light sensors flick on as I place Mikayla onto the counter. She reaches for me before I can move toward the shower, our mouths demanding for another kiss that blows my mind.

“Should I fuck you clean or dirty?” I ask her, slamming my hands down onto the ledge at either side of her thick hips.

“We’re really dirty, already, Jagger…” Her eyes twinkle.

“All the better.” My mouth claims hers.

Mikayla moans while taking a deep breath. She shoves softly against my chest. “C’mon, big boy, let’s get you clean,”

“Me clean?” I scoff.

She slides down from the countertop in front of me, pressing her hands against me again. “Yes, Jag.”

As Mikayla heads to the shower, I nod to her. “I’ll join you soon, uthando lwami…”

A playful laugh plasters on her face. “Don’t take too long.”

She turns on the spray and gets inside. I can’t help but smile as condensation fogs the air. The moment Mikayla is out of sight my face is set into a hard frown.

Somewhere deep inside, against my better judgment and good upbringing, I had feelings for Ava Sinclair. Nowhere near as much as I care for Mikayla and certainly not love. It was the sort of feelings you get for someone after you’ve crossed paths with them a wealth of times. We completed a few assignments together. So I got use to that bitch.

The person who screwed me over has to be Ava. She’s a higher up at X Member and has the privilege to know about my past assignments. Aram Petrossian found out about Long Beach, and perhaps he wasn’t hounding me to tie up loose ends. Maybe he was blackmailed, and he fucked over himself in an attempt to murder me before the brotherhood became aware that he sought the blood of his brother… That makes much more sense than him targeting a man, one he knows first-hand has a fondness for murder.

And the African warrior. He had no markings. There’d be no need for the Zihula’s to send him since they’re the ones paying me to apprehend her.

It’s Ava Sinclair. It has to be. There’s no one else.

I knew I could never trust a bitch like Ava Sinclair, and yet she still managed to weasel me into this contract.

I pull my cell phone from my suit pants and text Ava.

ME: Are you dead to me now?

This was just a courtesy text message to prepare her for what’s coming. I can’t say that Ava put a gun to my head and forced me to fuck Mikayla, but she had her hands in this. Somehow Ava orchestrated my connecting with Mikayla, and there has to be a reason. And now, if any other members find out, there’s a kill-head over me. And if the Nivieans become aware, they’ll have their own deadly consequences for Mikayla and I.

The iPhone app tinkers as Ava begins to respond. The dots continue to slide by until an automatic “read” time appears. The bitch doesn’t even have the balls to address me. A simple yes would have sufficed.

Well, that’s answer enough for me. So if I broke the rules by having Mikayla Bryant, might as well continue enjoying the ride. I pull off my pants and determine that Ava and whatever I’m missing regarding Mikayla’s X Member profile will have to wait.

Naked as the day I was born, I grab my washrag and get into the shower. The swell of Mikayla’s luscious ass is facing me. Her chocolate brown hair has crinkled as she’s washing off some sort of blue cream from her it.

“Oh, you weren’t supposed to see me looking like a smurf,” Mikayla grins as she turns around, allowing the water to stream down the thick conditioner in her hair. It has my mind on the creamy wetness between her thighs. She gestures for my washrag, and I gladly hand it over. As she lathers it with soap, my eyes zero in on the chocolate coils hiding the sweet, tight lips of her pussy. I had a taste just this morning. I’m beginning to think that the more I have her the greedier I’ll become. I start to grip her hips, but she swats my hands.

“Tsk, I need you clean, Jagger.”

“Shit, what I have in mind has nothing to do with me,” I grunt.

“Oh yeah?” she retorts, rubbing the sudsy towel over my chest. She moves meticulously, slowly, as if still holding onto some part of her innocence. Damn, we have yet to really break Mikayla in, but my cock is heavy weight and up for the challenge. She licks her lips, working her way down my abdominals. I can feel the slight tremor of her fingers as she drops the towel and places her hand onto my beast.

I moan in pleasure as her soapy hand glide the length of me.

“What do you want to do with my dick, Kayla?”

She gulps. Her eyes widen as her gaze locks onto mine, but she doesn’t stop the erotically slow stroking of my cock. “I want to taste you, Jagger.”

I fist a hand full of her hair and help her to her knees. I’m fucking shaking, in anticipation, as if I’ve never had a blowjob in my entire life. Half the time I’m growling at a woman for being too soft. I like it when a woman grabs a hold of my cock with confidence and begs for me to cum down her throat. But this is a fucking tease. This is beautiful, and has made me weaker than she’ll ever know, as I wait for her lips to touch me.

Mikayla settles down on her knees, her luscious ass resting on her heels. I suck in a slow breath.

She glances up, offers a smile that would have any other man declaring his love, before her pillowy lips touch the tip of my cock.

“This is my first…” Mikayla closes her eyes in embarrassment, then opens them while taking a deep breath. “I’m … you make me nervous.”

I run a hand through her beautiful kinky hair. “Uthando lwami, you have me wrapped around your fucking pinky finger right now. Take it slow.”

“Slow,” she says, like her usually confident, intelligent self.  “I can do that.”

“And enjoy yourself,” I say with a laugh. See, this is a fucking first. It’s like I’m the virgin here. I add, “It’s not science.”

“Technically it’s anatomy,” she growls, again, her cheeks warm with embarrassment, “I’m going to stop talking now.”

Mikayla swallows my cock into her mouth in an attempt to stop her nervous chatter. My steel muscles for legs weaken as her velvety mouth takes in as much of my cock as she can. She gags slightly, and then, this time, she plunges her mouth down my erection. A moan vibrates in the back of her throat as she fervently works it like a lollipop.

Beautiful brown eyes peek up from long eyelashes as Mikayla grins.