“Just because I promised dessert, doesn’t mean I’d hand it over freely.”
His gaze darkens. “You have thirty seconds.”
Darting out of his car, I race inside, my heart pounding in my chest as I find a place to hide. “Do I go upstairs or?—”
A pair of hands find my waist and Jagger picks me up, scaring the hell out of me. Seriously, how did he move so freaking fast? His shoulder digs into my stomach as he carries me up the stairs and tosses me on the bed like a sack of potatoes. “You cheated!” I squeal. “That was barely ten seconds!”
“Don’t care.” He pounces on top of me, my body jostling at the contact until his mouth is on mine. Shoving his tongue between my lips, he grabs the edge of my top, dragging it up as he devours my mouth. It’s like he’s snapped, the foreplay messing with him and pushing him past the point of no return, the same way it did to me.Finally.He moves lower, kissing my chest and stomach, pulling off my jeans and tossing my legs over his shoulders. “Fucking starving,” he growls against my core. With the tip of his tongue, he spears my folds, from entrance to clit. My legs quiver around him, and my back arches, the wetheat of his mouth bringing stars behind my eyelids. I fist the sheets as if he’s summoning a demon inside of me, and I can’t decide whether or not it’s wise to let it out and succumb to the man’s ministrations.
“Jagger—”
“So fucking good.” He scoops me up, his fingers digging into my thighs as he eats me out like a starving man, lapping at my folds and rolling his tongue against the little bundle of nerves. Trembling, I squeeze my eyes shut, riding the high as I moan his name.
“Been craving that sound since the last time you were here.” He spreads my folds with a free hand while balancing my ass in one hand, feasting on me like I’m his last meal. Paying special attention to my clit, he flicks his tongue against me, then moves lower, massaging the inside of my pussy like a seasoned pro. My muscles squeeze, my body tightening, as he pushes me higher and higher.
“So good,” I breathe out.
“So fucking good,” he repeats.
My back bows even more, and I shake my head back and forth, my heels digging into his shoulders until I’m pretty sure I look like a pretzel. But I don’t care. All that matters is the next brush of his tongue. The next glide of his fingers. The next?—
I fall apart, my pussy spasming against Jagger’s mouth and around his fingers as I scream a slew of curses. Okay, that was quick. Maybe a little too quick, but I blame the long drive home and how filthy my thoughts were turning by the end of it. Still panting, I wipe the dew of sweat from my forehead as my mind attempts to catch up with what the hell just happened.
I came in under two minutes. That's what happened.
Pretty sure it’s a record, actually, but I can’t find it in me to be embarrassed. It was too good. Too needed. Too damn toe-curling to make me regret a single second of it.
“Holy shit,” I mumble as I force my lungs to slow the hell down so I can get some actual air now that I’m not running on adrenaline and lust alone.
Gently, Jagger sets my ass back on the mattress, climbs up my body, and kisses me. When I taste myself on his tongue, my face scrunches, and he smiles against me. “Too far?”
With a gentle shake of my head, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him deeper. Yeah, it’s a little weird and definitely a first time for me, but honestly? I kind of like it.
“Told you you taste like dessert,” he rasps against my lips as his hand snakes between us. He unbuckles his jeans, and shoves them down until the heat of his cock hits my inner thigh. “Gonna need you to let me go.”
I shake my head. “No thank you.”
With a low, raspy laugh, he adds, “I need to grab a condom.”
I kiss him one more time, sucking his tongue into my mouth and rubbing my tender pussy against the ridge of his cock shamelessly before dropping my hands back to the mattress.
A low grown rumbles past him as he rests his head on my forehead. “Trying to kill me, Violet?”
I roll my hips against his bare cock again, letting him glide through my wet folds. “Just enjoying the moment.”
“Vi,” he growls.
“You’re right.” I shy away from him and pat his shoulder. “You should definitely get the condom.”
Nostrils flaring, he rubs himself against me one more time as if committing the feel of our bare skin to memory. “One day, Little Thief. One fucking day.”
“Is that right?” I challenge.
He nips at my bottom lip. “You have no idea.” The heat of his body disappears as he climbs off me and rummages through his nightstand. Condom in hand, he tears the foil with his teeth and slides the protection into place. But, instead of burrowing on topof me again, he presses his back to the headboard and pats his thigh, his cock standing at attention. “Come here, Vi.”
“Want me to take the lead?”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
