Page 20 of Serpent Darling
"Why weren't you?" Jagger bit back before answering his question sarcastically. "Oh yeah, you were busy fucking someone. And let's be honest here, Trav. It's not the first time you've done it, is it?"
Travis launched over the bar top, grabbing Jagger by the collar of his shirt and pulling him onto the hard surface. "You better watch your mouth, Wilder!"
The remote was pressed again, sending Sadie's body into overdrive, and a scream tore through her throat.Holy Shit.
Both of the men paused, not being able to deny the fact that Sadie was under the bar.
"Sadie?" Travis called over the bar, releasing his hold on Jagger. He watched as she stood behind the Serpent Pit owner, eyeing her unbuttoned jeans.
"The fuck -"
Sadie interrupted him, the vibrator raging inside her soaked folds, leaving her voice thick. "Travis, we don't need to talk about anything," she gritted out. "I'm not even mad. We weren't working. I knew this, and now you knew we weren't, too." She paused to catch her breath. "But you need to leave."
Sadie grabbed onto the counter, her body doubling over from the intense pleasure and almost painful sensation of trying not to cum in front of patrons and her boyfriend. Screw that, ex-boyfriend.
"I'm serious."
Impressed didn't even come close to how Jagger felt with how well she was handling the situation. That is, considering he never got to turn the bullet off. Travis was scrutinizing him so hard the moment the asshole walked through the door that he knew it was unwise to draw attention to anything. And that included reaching down to take the remote out of his pocket to turn it off, so he prayed she'd be able to keep herself in check.
He put his hand on her lower back in a supportive gesture, and his eyebrows shot up as he felt the vibrations under his hand.
Oh, fuck. That’s not right,Jagger thought as his usual collected demeanor changed, and he started;how high is this fucking thing turned up?
Sadie's head bowed, and her hair fell over her reddened face like a dark curtain of sunshine. Travis put his hands over hers, and she let out a primal growl, "Don't touch me."
Jagger needed to save her.
"You heard her." Lethal Lenny, the giant with the raging gray beard, and the other two playing pool had come over from all the commotion. "My friends will walk you out."
"Fine." He relented and started to turn away. "You were bringing me down anyway. Working at this shitty bar. Christ, you weren't even good in bed."
"Funny. That's what she said about you," Jagger interrupted. Travis tried to grab for him again, but Lethal Lenny grabbed him by his high school coaching sweater, and they began leading him out of the building.
"Have a good night, boss!" The youngest of the trio, Scales, yelled over his shoulder. "We got this."
The remaining few customers followed behind, and once everyone was out the door, Sadie turned into Jagger, clutching her arms around his neck and moaning into his chest.
"Fuck, Sweets. I didn't mean to." Jagger scrambled to get the remote from his pocket with one hand while the other held her around the waist, keeping her upright. "I'm turning it off, baby." He reassured her.
Sadie pulled back and gripped his raven hair, catching his gaze. "Don't you fucking dare."
Jagger dropped the remote with a final 'click' on the ground before lifting Sadie onto the back counter. Her back slammed into the shelves lined with bottles as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Kiss me." She begged, fingers digging into his scalp as she tried to pull his face to hers. The storm inside was rising up through her body, unable to withstand any more assault on her hot center, and her clit was screaming against the onslaught of prolonged stimulation. Jagger's mouth crashed down upon hers as her back arched into him, not unlike in the freezer the night before.
But this time, she was coming undone in his arms.
I'm going to die.
Their kiss was frenzied, eager, and filled with such pent-up emotion it sent Sadie entirely over the edge. She screamed his name inside his open mouth while he gripped her hips so hard he was sure she'd wear the mark of his fingertips for weeks. As Sadie's orgasm rippled through her, Jagger brought her back onto the floor so he could still hold her. Watching as she panted, he grabbed the remote off the floor, turning it off and relieving Sadie.
"Christ, Jag," Sadie whispered, pushing herself away from him as she collected herself. She finished unzipping her jeans and fished the bullet from her wet depths.
"I think this belongs to you," she said, handing it over to Jagger, who was warring with himself on whether or not to take her on top of the goddamn bar. But she said no touching. And they were already pushing that limit with their kiss.
And holy hell, what a kiss.
Jagger took a shuddering breath. "Thank you," He murmured and ran his open mouth along the black silicone toy, her juices catching the neon lights flickering around them. A low growl escaped his throat, and his eyes closed as he savored her taste.
