Page 17 of Serpent Darling
He stepped closer and gently guided the helmet onto her head. His fingers brushed against her neck as he adjusted the strap, sending a shiver down her spine. Sadie held her breath, suddenly very aware of his proximity and she failed not to think about the night before.
Jagger's hands lingered, playing with her long hair before draping it carefully over her shoulders.
"There. A perfect fit," he murmured, his voice low.
Sadie swallowed hard as his eyes bored into hers. He was so close she could feel the heat radiating off his body. Again. Fuck.
They were too close.
Jagger leaned in slightly, his breath tickling her ear. "Come on, Sweets. Live a little."
His words were both a dare and a plea. Sadie hesitated only a moment longer before nodding.
"Okay, fine. But go slow, okay?"
Jagger's face lit up in a dazzling smile. "You got it."
He straddled the bike and Sadie climbed on behind him, wrapping her arms around his muscular torso. Her heart pounded as she pressed against his back, flooded with memories.
Jagger revved the engine and sped out of the parking lot. Sadie clung to him tightly, equal parts exhilarated and terrified. She had forgotten how good this felt, how safe she always felt with him.
The roar of Jagger's motorcycle filled Sadie's ears as they sped down the winding road toward town. As they rounded a sharp bend, Jagger's hand instinctively reached back and gripped Sadie's thigh, his fingers digging into her flesh through her jeans.
A surprised moan escaped Sadie's lips at the sudden contact, her body tensing against his. Jagger's grip tightened in response, his hand remaining firmly in place as they continued their ride. Heat radiated from his touch, igniting a fire within Sadie that she couldn't ignore as it found a home for itself right in her core.
Embarrassment flooded through her as she realized the intimacy of their position was causing her body to react against her better morals. She tried to focus on the scenery rushing by, but her mind kept drifting back to the feel of Jagger's strong hand on her thigh. When the vibrations from the engine tickled the apex of her thighs and stimulated her clit, she couldn't help grinding herself on the seat behind him to relieve the tension.
Jagger's hand moved down to grasp her calf and pulled her further down the seat until her pelvis was pressed to his hips, eliciting another moan behind him. It took all the power in the world for him not to wipe out on the road with her so obviously trying to get off behind him.
Just as she was about to finish, she saw the lights of The Serpent Pit come into view and the bike slowed down along with its vibrations, leaving Sadie soaked and frustrated.
As they pulled into the parking lot, Jagger reluctantly released his hold on Sadie's leg. She immediately dismounted the bike, mumbling a quick "thank you" as she handed him the helmet. Jagger took it from her and opened his mouth to speak but she practically jumped backwards before rushing inside the bar, desperate to escape the intensity of the moment.
Jagger watched as Sadie disappeared through the door, his heart racing from more than just the ride. He stood alone in the parking lot, his mind replaying the feel of her body pressed against his, the sound of her moans still echoing in his ears. Glancing down at the leather seat where she was perched just a moment ago, he noticed a slight wetness glisten in the sunlight.
And he did what he never thought he'd be desperate enough to do.
He leaned down and ran his tongue along it.
They had made it to the bar with a mere five minutes to spare and opened it to the patrons. Jagger had just poured the first round of drinks out to the customers when someone grumbled about it being too quiet in there.
"I'll fix it! Sorry, guys!" Sadie apologized, went to the sound system and plugged her phone in. She normally used her phone to play music when she worked during the day and the DJ wasn't here, but she had forgotten about it while getting the bar opened a little late with Jagger.
She swiped through her phone until she settled on her favorite playlist instead of her typical "Snake Workplace" one. She smiled and pressed play, practically skipping over to Jagger, who was behind the bar. Hotter Than Hell by Dua Lipa was now playing, and the bar audibly groaned.
"You guys wanted music, so appreciate what you get," Jagger snapped at them, and Sadie blew a kiss to him for her thanks, making him wish he could make another move on her right then. The taste of her on his tongue was burned into his thoughts and he wouldn't stop until he had it straight from the source.
Oh, how he was starting to long for their times in college when it seemed they had all the time in the world to be around each other. Being functioning adults running a business was starting to damper their once carefree friendship. If he was honest, it had been hard to spend much time together since they moved back without work and Travis getting in the way.
Jagger was momentarily distracted by the lyrics and saw Sadie giving him a heated look, which he returned with a grin as he lit up a cigarette from the end of the bar. The sexual tension was high, and he was good at acting cocky when he needed to. He'd grown up surrounded by gang members, and his poker face was as good as anyone else's. He could not, however, pretend that he didn't have a nagging feeling that Sadie was the girl fromthe app. And now that Travis was out of the way, it made him want to investigate further.
The morning went by quickly, and by the time the lunch crowd was settling, Jagger realized they had been sneaking touches here and there all day. A lingering caress of their fingers when she handed him a beer after popping the top off to push down the bar top, his hand on her waist as he maneuvered behind her to take an order, her hand on his bicep when she needed to ask him to get another case of beer. They were both heated when Jagger excused himself to his office, mumbling about having to check something.
He grabbed the key to the hidden room he kept from inside his desk drawer and tried to think about what he was about to do. Would this be… too much for her? A joke? Destined for a life of friendship and not being able to bend her over this fucking desk after making schedules and sending out paystubs?
Jagger shook off his thoughts and let his dick think for him for a few minutes. He rushed into the room for a moment, coming back with a small black wireless bullet vibrator that had a remote control with 6 different functions on it: Cool, Wow, Amazing, Fuck Me, Holy Shit, and I'm Going To Die.
He slipped it into his back pocket along with the controller, and just as he closed the door behind him and turned the lock, Sadie came rushing in.
