My coat hits the ground, and before any other articles are shed, Jagger kisses me again. This time, passion sizzles. Electricity rushes through me, hitting every nerve with a desperate need.More. All of it. All of him.
No matter how close he is, it’s not enough. I return the favor, taking his coat off for him, our lips never parting. Once he’s free of it, he pulls off his hoodie and drops it. My hands shimmy up his shirt, pawing at the rigid cords of his abs. It’s too hard to see him, so I use touch, taste, and smell as my only senses. And right now, I’m loving what I feel. Jagger has been many things to me: a friend, a secret, an enemy, and a thief, but the one thing that has been constant is the physical attraction I feel toward him. He, Crew, and Neo are three of the most gorgeous guys I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I would never deny that, even through months—years—of hostility.
Our lips glide together with ease while sexual frustration sears to the point of combustion. I grip the hem of his shirt, lifting it up and breaking our kiss. With a toss, it lands somewhere in the dark. Next, my shirt leaves my body. Then my bra. Cold fingers teeter with the button of my jeans, popping it off. The only sound is our heavy breaths before Jagger says, “Turn around.”
I do as I’m told, turning to face the wall. He takes one hand, pressing it to the cold brick. Then the other. I keep them in place as he tugs down my jeans and panties, letting them pool around my ankles. My body shivers in response, and it’s definitely not because of the cold temperature. Every feeling inside me is due to Jagger and what he’s doing to me—and what he’s not doing to me.
When his jeans drop, a smile creeps across my face.
This is really happening. I might be acting like a whore right now, fucking Crew’s best friend, but deep down, I know Crew saw it coming and I’ve convinced myself he won’t mind. I know since that day on the Ferris wheel, I saw it coming.
Jagger’s fingers dust my inner thigh, sliding up farther and farther until he stops at the slit of my pussy. His other hand sweeps my hair to the side and his hot breath on my neck sends goosebumps spilling down my back.
“I’m gonna fuck you, Scarlett.” His words are a song in my ear. “I’m gonna fuck you so hard, you’ll be walking bowlegged for days. Then, I’m gonna fuck you again.”
Holy shit.My body trembles, legs shaking as if they have a mind of their own.
When his fingers dabble at my pussy with a small amount of pressure, I become desperate. “Do it. Now.” My words come out in anguished pants.
He laughs a menacing sound. “Patience, baby.”
My legs part, back arched as I grant him entrance. I’m not above begging at this point, and if he doesn't give me what I need soon, I’ll take it for myself. “Please,” I whimper.
Trailing his fingers backward, they glide between my ass cheeks. In feverish circles, he rubs at my hole, and it’s another thing I’ve never felt before. I’ve only been with one guy my entire life, and while Crew is incredible in bed, he’s not aggressive—aside from the hate-sex we’ve had, which was insanely fulfilling.
Oddly enough, it feels good, so I let him use me the way he wants. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Scarlett?” The way he’s saying my given name and not the nickname they labeled me with is sexy as hell right now.
“No,” I tell him honestly.
With his chin on my shoulder, he whispers smoothly in my ear, “Good. Save that for me. I’m taking it next time.”
He moves his hand and I’m back to groveling. “Do something. Anything.”
His mouth draws in the skin of my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. A moan of desperation climbs up my throat, and I’ve had enough.
I spin around, hands planted on his chest, and I walk him backward, until his back is pressed to the stairwell wall. I can’t see his face, but I can feel the resistance in his body, though he doesn’t fend me off. “If you won’t give me what I want, then I’ll just have to take it.” I reach down, taking his cock in my hand, and I audibly gasp. My God, he’s huge. I guess that explains his big ego and the reason so many women fall at his feet. I’m not sure my mouth could even open wide enough to fit it all in.
“Is there a problem?” Jagger asks, and I’m speechless. “You said you’d take what you want, so go ahead. Take it.” His hand presses to the top of my head and he forces pressure until I’m kneeling in front of him.
“Not exactly what I had in mind,” I sputter. “But okay.” I give him a few pumps, unable to even wrap my fingers around his full girth.
Jagger presses on the back of my head, guiding me toward his monstrous cock. I swallow hard, lick my lips, and open wide.
He slides in with ease, and while he fits, my teeth drag across his head. I take him as far as I can, feeling him hit the back of my throat. My hand pumps in sync with the motions of my mouth, giving attention to the other end of his cock.
When he fists my hair and grunts, pleased with my performance, I’m given a boost of confidence. I reach between his legs and cup his balls, caressing them in the palm of my hand.
“Mmm. You’re doing so good.”
Taking him out of my mouth, I drag my tongue down his length then suck him from the side as I work my way back up. Saliva coats his erection, and I slop it with my hands, stroking him back and forth.
Jagger maneuvers himself so that he’s back in my mouth, his hand regulating my every move. He thrusts deep, causing me to gag, but I keep going because each whimper from his mouth has me starving for his rapture.
“My dick loves your mouth, baby.”
His words appease me, and I pick up my pace, his hand dragging through my hair, knotting strands around his fingers. Just as I feel him swell against my cheeks, I pull my mouth off him. He jerks my head back so that I’m staring up at him, though I can’t see his face.
“Hands and knees. Now,” he barks the order, and I do as I’m told.