Jagger

 

 

 

“But, I’m alone. It’s not like I have anyone there with me when all the bad thoughts come creeping into my head,” Tiffany said as she looked up at me.

“I’ll be there. I mean, I want to be there.” I struggled to find the right words to tell her how I felt. “How we met, it was fucked up and the time since hasn’t exactly gone to plan.”

I shook my head at the last month with her.

“You could say that again. I remember when you showed up for the PT appointment the first time I thought you were the worst. I was itching to call the physical therapy center and get another person.” She laughed as she edged closer, leaning back against the couch.

I loved her laugh. It was throaty and sensual and the world felt lighter.

“Little did you know I was married to you,” I said causing joyous tears to stream down her face as her laughter grew.

“Ugh, and you still didn’t say anything.”

I covered my face with my hand. “Don’t remind me.” I shook my head letting my hand fall. “I guess I forgot how beautiful you were. I didn’t really mind being married to you.”

While there was a part of me that didn’t want to tell her that, I felt like she needed to hear it. All these lies I had been living almost my whole life, it was time to change that.

Her smile faded along with her laughter. “Jagger, I didn’t realize. I thought you felt sorry for me. The poor struggling single mom, which only made me mad at you.”

“How could I ever feel sorry for you? You have everything I wish I had. I wanted to stay married to you, even in secret, because I wanted to pretend that I had a family like yours.”

“I had no idea.”

“I’m kind of glad I got fired from the agency. It was time for me to get a life. I know I was drunk when I came over to your place last week, but I remember telling you I had no one in my life. It’s true.”

She reached over and rubbed my arm and it was nice. I sounded like the most pathetic person on earth. Glancing around my place, I realized my life matched my apartment.

Something needed to change.

“Let’s move in together,” I said.

Tiffany’s eyes widened and she sat up. “What?”

“I really need to find a new place, and you need to get out of that neighborhood.” I scooted closer as she moved back on the cushion.

“Yeah, but I don’t know if moving in together would solve anything. Besides, you don’t even have a job.”

“I’ve been toying around with starting my own business which I think your son might be able to help with.”

Tiffany stood holding out her hands. “Whoa! You want to move in with me and use my son for your business venture? No, thank you.”

I got off the couch and moved closer to her. “I’m not going to use him. If anything, he’s already a part of it. As you can see, I don’t spend a lot on living expenses.”

“Obviously,” she said rolling her eyes.

I chuckled. “But I was paid well enough by the government so I shoved most of it away in savings. I was thinking of buying a studio and starting my own ninja training business.”

“That actually sounds like a good idea.”

I came over to her, putting my hands on her upper arms. They remained folded as her eyes stayed weary. “So, we can move in together?”

“No, I never said yes to that. Only that the ninja thing was a good idea.” Her arms drifted down, and I edged closer until I could feel her breath flutter over my skin.

Tiffany’s eyes were like saucers of chocolate milk and her neck, like creamy butter. I lowered my head for the promise of a taste and when my tongue lapped at her sweet cream, I didn’t stop until I reached her earlobe. “I bet I can make you change your mind.”

Her fingers curled, and as they dug into my arms thoughts of her clinging to me as she rode my cock sent a bolt straight between my legs.

“Are you seriously going to use sex to get me to move in with you?” Tiffany said with challenge, with surprise, and with a deepening tone.

“Maybe. Will it work?” With one finger, which turned into two and then four, I twisted her braid around my hand, tugging so I could nibble on more of her skin.

“No, it won’t.” Her defiant attitude refuted as she raised her leg, curling it around my hip.

Lifting my head, I stared down and watched her chest rise and fall with a quickening pace. My fingers drifted, her damp skin puckering under my touch, until I found her tit. “We’ll see what you say when I’m done making you come.”

As Tiffany bit her lip, she was chewing pieces of my willpower like I was eggs for breakfast. My neck burned and my fingers itched to push her back on that couch and show her what she did to me.

But just as I was about to cave, she fluttered her lashes as she gazed up at my face. “Jagger, I’ve gone without sex for ten years. When we’re done, you won’t even have words left to give.”

My ears were ringing from the blood in my veins rushing for her touch. My hand found her thigh, and I ran my fingers up until my palm was full of her ass. I gave her a squeeze letting her know how perfect she was.

“Is that a threat?” I asked licking my lips.

She pushed her fingers under my shirt scratching at my stomach as I let go of her braid. “No, that’s a promise.”

I thought I might fall over, sink into the floor, wrapping my arms around her and never letting go. But I found my strength and picked her up, pushing her legs until both were wrapped around me.

Her skin was slick from the heat, and I knew I was sweaty but I didn’t care. If anything, it made this better. I wanted to slip and slide and move over her until we couldn’t be peeled apart.

Turning the fan on overhead as we entered the bedroom did little to ease the heat. And I knew more sweat would drip and the heat would rise as I threw Tiffany on my bed. Her mouth opened in surprise as she fell back against the white sheets.

But she recovered and began to peel away her clothes. I followed, refusing to look away as I stripped off my shirt, my khaki shorts, and boxer briefs.

The Mona Lisa was art, a Porsche 356 Speedster was sleek on wheels, but Tiffany naked, sprawled out on my bed, was sublime.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked lifting her arms above her.

“You’re so beautiful. I don’t even know where to begin.”

Tiffany spread her legs and moved her hands to her glistening pussy. When she pushed her fingers to her lips, spreading herself for me, I almost lost it.

“Why don’t you start right here.”

I groaned barely able to remain upright. “Tiffany, you have got to stop teasing me like this.”

“How am I teasing you? If anything, you are teasing me. I tell you what to do, and you stand there.” She lifted up onto her elbow, and I realized she no longer had a bandage on her other arm, only a healing scab remained.

All thought evaporated out the window as I fell to my knees. My fingers twisted and curled to watch her bend. Arousal leaked from my hand and hammered at my cock. I forgot, no that’s not right, I didn’t want to believe that Tiffany tasted this good. Like peach pie melting on my tongue. I savored her heavenly flavor.

She tightened as my fingers smoothed over that small rough patch inside her, waiting so long to be played with. I sucked on her clit and savored her as her body struggled under my touch. She screamed a few sounds of agreement and worshiped the almighty but when she finally gave in, I knew I was done seeking anyone else. When I nibbled and pumped that climax from her, she admitted only one name that could make her feel this way.

“Jagger!” she cried out as her back arched.

I lifted my head, her swollen pussy still twitching around my fingers. When I finally pulled out, I grabbed a condom from my side table, figuring a world record was broken for condom placement speed.

Her chest was rising and falling fast, but easing its pace as I settled between her legs.

“You still want this?”

There was a moment, as tiny as a millisecond, that I thought I saw doubt ghost her face, but when she moved her hands to my ass and squeezed, I knew I was wrong.

“Yes. I want your abnormally large penis inside me right now.”

“That was your final warning,” I said before I cupped her tit, pinching her spiked nipple.

My lips fell onto her mouth as my cock pushed inside her. She wanted to pull away from my mouth but I wouldn’t let her. My other hand cradled the back of her neck as I kissed her lips and rocked into her tight pussy.

If she wanted this, then I was giving her everything. Her legs tightened around my hips, lifting herself to move with me. I plunged my tongue into her mouth as my cock plundered. If I could, I would fall inside her and never come out.

Finally, I lifted my head and gulped the air. Her hair was wild. I gazed into her hooded eyes and wondered if her heart stumbled in her chest like mine.

Her nails trailed down my back as she threw back her head. “You feel so good, Jagger.”

That wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to give her laughter and smiles and everything wonderful in one moment. I needed the world to explode behind her eyes and drift warmly over her slick body.

I rolled off her and turned her onto her side, pulling up behind her. Lifting her leg, I pushed back inside, between her thighs, while my hand pulled at her braid.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“Yes, God, yes.”

I reached over with my free hand grazing my finger over her clit. She tightened and we both groaned. I wanted her to come again, but I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last.

“Jagger. Oh, yeah, I’m coming,” Tiffany moaned.

I let go of her hair as I curled around her body, my own orgasm causing me to shudder. Burying my head in the back of her neck, the waves kept coming.

We stayed like that for a minute before I finally rolled away. I got up and went into the bathroom to remove the condom and clean up. When I came back out, I had a damp cloth.

I settled between her thighs and started to wipe. I may have kissed the side of her knees a few times before I was done. After I tossed the cloth toward my dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the room, I relaxed back next to Tiffany.

She curled around me. “You didn’t have to do that.”

“What? Wash you?” I asked.

“Yeah. I could have gotten up and done it myself after you came out of the bathroom.”

I turned to face her, trailing my finger down her cheek. “But I wanted to take care of you. I will always want to take care of you.” My finger made it to her lips and I smirked. “Unless I fuck you. Then I only want to ruin you.”