Page 4 of Jagger

At half past three,I find myself standing in front of Kat and Desi’s hotel room as I’d promised, pressing my ear to the door. All I can hear is the faint sound of multiple voices and a round of laughter clearly coming from the TV.

Damn.

They've probably passed out, meaning I’m more than likely be walking back to my car with the worst case of blue balls, ever. Still, I rap my knuckles on the door and listen for the slightest movement on the other side, hoping the sound might wake them up. At first, I’m almost positive I’m hearing shit, but it only grows louder until it’s evident one of them is peeking through the peephole.

Three…

Two…

One…

The door swings open, revealing a smiling Kat. “Hey, Jag.”

“Hey,” I offer softly, flashing her a grin.

Rolling her eyes, her hooks a thumb behind herself. “Princess passed out.”

Fuck, I think to myself, rubbing the back of my head as disappointment washes over me. My dick all but screams in agony. “What happened to we’ll be up?”

Kat chuckles and pushes open the door a ways more, hitching a shoulder. “Believe me, I tried keeping her up. She had a long week at work.”

“It's cool. I'll admit, this fucking sucks though.”

Bright green eyes regard me curiously for a beat before she asks, “Wanna wake her up?”

Her question catches me off guard to say the least. “Seriously?”

Nodding briskly, she steps aside to allow me entry. “Hell yeah. C’mon, it'll be fun.”

I make it all of ten steps into the room before my back hits the wall, her hand falling flat on my chest, one polished finger draping over her lips.

“Shhh. Just two minutes,” she whispers, a lascivious smile dragging across her face.

My brow quirks as I observe her. She’s a feisty little thing and she looks good enough to eat in her teeny little shorts, all thick thighs and luscious ass. I reach out and grip her by the waist, my hands sliding down the curves of her body as our mouths collide in a frantic kiss.

“You're bad,” I murmur amidst her assault.

“Two minutes isn’t going to kill her”—kiss—“Besides, all will be forgiven once she’s awake and she realizes what’s going on.”

“Fair point,” I agree, curling my fingers under the hem of her tank top as we stumble further into the room.

Breaking away long enough for me to whip the offending garment over her head, I toss it to the ground before our lips fuse once more en route to the bed. With a quick snap, I unclasp her bra. She shrugs the rest of it off, flinging it somewhere in our wake. My hands instantly fly to her tits. They aren’t huge, but they’re definitely not small either—a nice handful, so soft and round...and slightly cold?

My eyes fall between us. Two tiny diamonds adorning either side of her nipples greet my questioning gaze, bringing the anxious fucker trapped in my jeans to life.

Kat giggles quietly, satisfied amusement radiating off her in scorching waves that instantly springs me further into action. Pushing her onto the bed, I blanket her body with my own and take a rigid peak between my teeth, my tongue swirling around the heady combination of steel and soft flesh. A faint moan tumbles from her lips, bubbling a rough groan deep in my throat at the image of her unraveling for me.

“Desi,” she pants as I veer off to the other globe, tweaking the nipple I abandoned not seconds before.

“Two minutes, remember?”—suck—“I want to taste you.”

She moans again at my concession, her back arching off the bed, inviting me to trail lower, and lower, and lower... In one swift move, I have her shorts—along with her panties—discarded on the floor behind me, the sight of her pretty little pussy already glistening with her arousal straining my dick against my jeans beyond the point of pain.

I can’t fucking take it anymore.

Quickly undoing the button, I yank down the zipper and pull myself free as I settle on my knees between her legs, stroking myself long enough to let the blood flow.

I’m never a quick fuck, but I’m gonna fucking bust all over the place by the time Desi comes into the mix, if not before.

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