Page 77 of The Bro-code

Nothing matters right now but this pleasurable throbbing that intensifies with every lick and suck of Jagger’s talented mouth. It’s obvious that he’s enjoying what he’s doing just as much as I am, eating me as if I was his last meal ever.

Maybe that’s what allows me to stop thinking about what I look like, how I sound, if I smell good.

I don’t care. I just need him to keep his mouth on me for all eternity.

Just when I thought this couldn’t feel any better and fuck anything else, if I can’t come, who cares? This feels good enough that I want it to never end. Just when I stop caring about what he will think if I don’t come, what I will think if this ends in frustration as usual…

I burst.

There’s no other way to describe it.

Jagger sucks harder on my clit, hitting my sensitive flesh with the flat of his tongue as his lips rub against my skin and that’s what pushes me over the edge.

It’s like fireworks and heat and tingling all at the same time.

And it comes in waves of delicious, intense sensation that’s almost too much to bear it, almost so good that I can’t breathe.

Everything around me disappears; sounds, colors, scents. It’s like my body has been waiting for this forever and now it’s clinging to every pulse, every ounce of pleasure.

Eventually I begin coming back down, but it isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

It’s like all the tension in my body has been released and all that’s left is a content feeling. I’m warm, relaxed, and still experiencing small waves of pleasure.

I just realize that Jagger is no longer kissing me. At least not between my legs.

He’s lying against his pillows and he has taken me in his arms. His soft lips are peppering slow, shallow kisses over my shoulder and I’ve never felt so safe and sated.

“Hey there, my little supernova.” His golden eyes are bright and intense, the corner of his lips lifted in a satisfied grin. “You ok?”

I find myself smiling back at him. Maybe I should be embarrassed, but for some reason, I’m not.

“More than ok. That was?—”

“The fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

How could I ever disagree with that? “Thank you, Jagger.”

He chuckles. “Oh, don’t thank me yet. I’m not done with you. I haven’t even gotten to use my fingers.”

What does it say about me that despite what literally just happened, my body reacts to his words with a needy throb between my legs?

Jagger doesn’t miss the way I squirm, squeezing my inner muscles to relieve the pressure that’s starting to build up again.

“Come here,” he presses his mouth to mine. “Let me prove to you that I can make you come again.”

I like the taste on his lips. He has his usual minty taste and something a little saltier and tangier, me.

His fingers travel down my body, light as a feather, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“You’re already wet for me,” his smile widens as his fingers reach my slit. “You have no idea how fucking hot that is.”

“Maybe I do,” I find myself smiling back at him, my eyes landing on the bulge tenting his athletic shorts. “I’m not gonna say no to another orgasm, but I think it’s only fair that we take care of you too.”

Jagger’s smile fades. “You don’t have to. After all we had a deal and I can wait until tomorrow.”

I pull on the string at the waistband of his shorts. “No. The deal was you’d kiss me again in exchange for my help tomorrow. You definitely went above and beyond.”

His smile graduates to a full grin that lights up his whole face. “What can I say? I’ve always been an overachiever. But seriously Bay, I’m just happy I could make you come.”

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