“You didn’t hurt me last time,” I remind him.
“I had more control last time.”
“And tonight’s different?” I ask with a laugh.
“Tonight, I can still taste you on my tongue.”
I bite the edge of my lip, more flattered than I have any right to be. But seriously. I’ve heard the stories. Guys who refuse to go down on a girl. And then there’s Jagger. The man acts like eating me out is a pleasure. It’s hot as hell and brings with it a strange air of confidence I’m not used to having. Not when hooking up with someone. It makes me feel…sexy. Desired. Wanted. I like it. A lot, actually.
Slowly, I climb on top of Jagger, my knees on either side of his thighs. Slipping my hand between us, I squeeze his erection. It pulses on contact and his eyes roll back.
“Enough teasing, Little Thief.”
“Is this teasing?” I challenge, running my palm along his shaft in a slow, deliberate stroke. “I thought you wanted me to take the lead.”
“Vi,” he warns.
With a smile, I press the mushroom head against my entrance just like before, but I don’t let him in. Not yet.
“You like this, don’t you?” He analyzes my expression like it’s the most fascinating thing in the world. “Being in control.”
I lower myself onto him an inch, my jaw dropping at the achingly delicious stretch. Okay, yeah, it feels amazing. “Maybe,” I breathe out.
He shifts his hips slightly, pushing in another inch, and I gasp even more.
His smiles. “Fucking beautiful.”
Seating myself the rest of the way, I press my hand to his chest, and take in a slow, controlled breath, giving myself a moment to adjust to the intrusion because, ya know, he’s not small, and despite The Drift’s rumors of being filled with sluts, not all of us have a lot of sexual experience. So, sue me. After a few seconds, my walls relax, and I shift my hips, testing the waters. The subtle movement makes Jagger’s head roll back, and his hands find my waist. I can’t decide if he’s wanting to keep me in place or pick me up and rut into me like a wild beast. It’s sexy to see. Jagger Harden attempting to restrain himself.
“You don’t usually give up control, do you?” The realization makes me smile, pulling another low laugh from the man beneath me.
“Not ever,” he admits. “Think it’s a Harden trait.”
“I believe it.” Placing my hands on his, I roll my hips against him again, lifting up and lowering myself in a fluid motion. I’ve never really been on top. That probably sounds a little pathetic, but it’s true. It’s always been, wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. Being like this with someone, especially someone as domineering as Jagger, it’s…intriguing. And a little intimidating. But intriguing, nonetheless. Honestly, it only makes me want to please him more. And thanks to how openly he enjoyed eating me out, I feel like I have the power to do exactly that. To please him. Jagger Harden. The idea alone is wild. So I do it again. Rolling my hips against him as I lift, then lower myself once more. He looks down, watching himself disappear inside me, his cock twitching with the torturously slow movement. Leaning back a bit, I move his hand to the apex of my thighs so he can feel where we’re connecting. When his thumb rubs in a gentle circle against my clit, my lips part in pleasure. “Okay, yes,” I decide. “Definitely keep doing that.”
With another low laugh, he murmurs, “Yes, ma’am.”
Ma’am? Never thought I’d like the term in bed, but when it rolls off Jagger’s tongue, I can’t help but preen like he just called me a good girl. Seriously, what is wrong with me? Scratch that. I don’t even care. As long as the familiar ache continues to build inside of me, he can call me whatever he wants. I ride Jagger’s cock, chasing the high I know is just around the corner.
The intrusion is so deep, it’s almost hard to breathe, but then his thumb massages the little bundle of nerves again, and the pleasure sparks until I’m shamelessly moaning. Over and over, I rub myself against him. Up and down. Shallow and deep. I can feel him everywhere. His free hand slides under my shirt, palming my small breast and pinching my nipple until I swear I can feel it in my clit.
How does he feel this good? How does he know exactly what to do to me?
My body rolls forward, and I press my forehead to his, my breath coming in ragged uneven breaths.
“Tell me you’re close,” I beg.
“Ready whenever you are, Little Thief.” He bends down, sucking on my throat and hitting so deep inside of me, I come on a scream, clawing at his shoulders, my body spasming over and over again around him. When his cock jerks inside of me, his teeth bite into my neck, proving he’s coming, too, and it’s the most delicious feeling in the world. Sucking on the sensitive skin, he catches his breath, his large hands gently cupping my ass.
“Fuck,” he mutters.
I laugh. “Yeah.”
With another quick kiss to my throat, he lifts me off him. “Be right back.” He disappears into the connecting bathroom, then returns with a warm wash cloth, the condom missing, and his heavy cock hanging between his bare thighs. Seriously, thatthing is…yeah, I didn’t think dicks could be attractive, but that guy? My mouth waters, and I press my thighs together.
It twitches when he catches me staring at him, and he shakes his head. “Careful, Little Thief. You keep looking at me like this, and I’ll make you ride me all over again.”
“Yeah, sounds like a real chore,” I quip.
