I want to find out what happens when I fall asleep next to her, knowing she’s there…if the nightmares will vanish.
I twist her head again until she faces the mirror. Her eyes meet mine in the glass, wide, blown, and undone. “I want you, and you want me too. Are you going to deny it?” I slip my finger beneath the black silk. “Are you going to lie to me when your body tells me the truth?” I tug the thin fabric to the side and drag a finger over her. “Watch.” Her eyes fall to where I play, dilating until there’s nothing but black. Then I find an unexpected surprise that makes her jolt when I flick it. “What’s this?”
“My one act of rebellion,” she moans when I pluck it again.
“It’s fucking sexy.” When I slide between her lips, she’s dripping. Our close proximity…her hands on me and now mine on her…She’s not just turned on, she’s on fire.
“Jagger, we can’t.”
My chuckle is raspy and deep as I run my tongue over her shoulder as I tease her slick pussy, stroking her lips, dipping between them, touching her everywhere but never where she wants. Her hips twist and gyrate, trying to force my hand to where she’s desperate to feel it. My teeth scrape her soft skin, tasting her sweet and salty flesh before I reply, “We can. I paid remember,” I tease. Another jolt of anger lashes through her, so I quickly add, “Unless you tell me right now that you don’t want this…that you haven’t thought of my hands and mouth on you, my cock in you for days just like I have…that this hasn’t been building since the night at the restaurant. I didn’t recognize you in The 7th Circle because I’m observant, Poppy. It’s because you are unforgettable. Your eyes, your smile…So if you can’t tell me that you don’t want me right now, we can and we will do this.” She shudders hard when I press my thumb against the metal, creating slow circles. “Go ahead, Halfpint. Lie to me. Tell me you don’t want me.”
“Casey. Phoebe.” Her chest heaves, and her breathing becomes ragged.
“Have absolutely nothing to do with this. This is about you and me. Any issues they have are theirs. Not ours.”
Her head falls back against my shoulder when I slide a finger inside her. Just an inch. Just enough to tease. “What do you want from me, Jagger?”
Everything. It’s what burns the tip of my tongue, and my mind reels, not understanding where it comes from. “I want to make you scream my name in this room, then take you back to my apartment, where you will be mine for the weekend. On Monday morning, if you want to end it there, I’ll leave you alone.” That might be a lie because this heady feeling she’s created might be too much, too addictive to give up. She’s the hardest high I’ve ever had. My new little painkiller. “But I swear before our time is up, I will devour you so thoroughly you’ll never be with anyone else without seeing my face…” I grab her breast, squeezing it hard. “Hearing my voice…” Her peaked nipple rolls between my fingers, and she squirms against me with a pleading whimper. “You’ll wish it were my hands on your body and my cock in your cunt because you’ll know no one will ever satisfy that bone-deep need like I can.”
I slide my finger all the way inside her, finding her sweet spot just as I press my thumb harder to her clit, ensuring I stroke the tiny bar with it. Her pussy pulses around my fingers, clenching tightly. She’s about to go off.
And I stop, pulling them from her. Whimpered protests fall from her sweet mouth, and I say, “Give me what I want, and I’ll give you everything you need.”
Poppy
Idon’t know how we got here. This moment in this room. His hands play my body like a savant, building my desire with skilled precision. My mind is a mess, and my body aches.
But I knew it would happen. Even if I denied and fought against it with everything in me.
The attraction was instant from the moment in the restaurant. All our encounters since have only increased the hunger. Even our most casual conversations have been hazy with sexual tension so thick it suffocates.
Ignoring it should’ve been easy, except our paths keep crossing.
Every interaction has led to this with innuendos and heated looks. Even as I tried to reason with myself—remind myself that it would cause more conflict and complications in my life and remember there would be casualties—the attraction and desire have only grown.
“People will get hurt by us being together,” I mutter, still trying to fight the pull despite knowing it’s pointless.
“We’re consenting adults. If we want to fuck, it’s our business.” His lips brush my neck with open-mouth kisses. “If we want more than that…” Is he talking about feelings? My heart ricochets against my ribs. I thought he just wanted sex. Anything beyond that is too much right now. But when his teeth graze my skin, I forget what I’m thinking. “If they care about us, they will get over it.”
“Phoebe won’t get over it. It will be one more thing that makes her hate me.”
“Then it sounds like it doesn’t matter either way.”
“W-we…” I shake my head, trying to force myself to remember sex isn’t worth risking what little I have with my sister or my friendship with Casey, when he takes my nipple between calloused fingers and pinches lightly. Arousal runs down my seam, and another soft moan spills from my lips.
But my body is starving for this.
“We what, Halfpint?” He slides inside me again, pumping his finger with slow, rhythmic precision. Enough to drive me crazy but not provide relief.
“We will…Oh, God.” My eyes roll when he strokes the deepest part of me with a hooked finger. “We…” Whatever I’m trying to say melts along with all sense as he waves his expert fingers again and again.
“Stop arguing, baby. I’ve already won, and you know it. Tell me what I want to hear, so you can feel so fucking good.”
“Yes.” I breathe, on the verge of begging. Somehow, I manage to keep just enough sense to add, “The weekend,” because that should be enough time to get this out of my system.
The second the agreement is uttered, his thumb presses my clit, he tweaks my nipple, and his teeth sink into my flesh. It’s a sensory overload, and I explode so violently that my entire body quakes with uncontrollable spasms. My cum covers his hands and my thighs in my sticky satisfaction.
I’ve never felt anything like that in my life, and I slump against him, satiated and content.
