Page 43 of Hot for the Jerk

And again.

I squirmed on the bed, unable to make sense of the sensations crashing through me.Of the way his tongue—nimble, soft, and slippery—felt against my clit.

Sure, I masturbated.Gabrielle bought me my first vibrator shortly after Josiah died.But not one of the toys in my locked nightstand drawer felt like Jagger’s tongue did against my clit.

When he first flicked my clit, my eyes slammed shut, but curiosity overcame my fears and I pried one eye open, staring down my body at him and his face buried between my legs.

Fuck, that was hot.

He’d ditched his glasses and his eyes were closed, his nose pressed tight against my pubic bone as he swirled and licked.

Dropping my head back against the pillow, I shut my eyes again and let the pleasure take over.He locked his lips around my clit and sucked, sending me to a whole new level and causing my hips to leap off the mattress on their very own.I made a noise, desperate and raw—a rough, low edge to it that I didn’t intend as he sucked harder.

His hand pressed down on my lower stomach gently but forcefully, and he pulled up on the skin and muscle just a tad, which had me scaling to an all new elevation on pleasure mountain.

Dear lord.Thiswas what I’d been missing all those years with my terrible husband.And the seven years since?What the fuck?

Then the remorse about ghosting Jagger at the café and missing out onthisfor so long hit me like a drop kick, and I almost lost that tingle to even keep going to the finish line.

Almost.

I made a lot of mistakes that day, and after that.

Missing out onthiswas my punishment.

My thoughts raged like angry thunderclouds desperately trying to twist into a tornado.

“Get out of your head, Elsa,” he growled, his lips buzzing againstmyswollen lips before going back in and sucking on my clit again.

“F-finger,” I stammered, my hand landing on the top of his head.“P-please.”

He didn’t reply, but slowly, gently, a finger probed my center, swirling around my entrance and driving me wild, before finally pushing in and curling upward.

“Oh god!”I whimpered.A pleading, desperate noise, as I rocked my hips.

He alternated between licking circles around my clit and sucking on it, all the while, lazily drawing his finger in and out of me.I writhed on the bed, my head thrashing, hair splayed wildly across the pillow.I was already close.Here I didn’t think I’d get there, and I was already close.

I didn’t want it to end though.

Not this quick.Not yet.Why’d he have to pump the accelerator and turn this into a Formula One race?Couldn’t we take the windy back roads?Treat it like a Sunday drive to nowhere in particular.

Latching onto my clit, he gave it another suck before pulling his finger free of me.Then he swapped the two.His thumb rubbed back and forth against my clit while his tongue dove inside of me.

I wasn’t at all prepared for the orgasm that hit me full speed.

My upper body lurched up off the bed, forcing me to balance on my elbow as the fingers of one hand dove into his hair and I gripped his scalp like I wanted to snatch him bald.

My entire core pulsed as intense wave after intense wave rushed through me, into my limbs, up into my breasts, and making my clit swell and pulse like it had a heartbeat of its own.

I held on tight to his hand, my other fingers bunching in the bottom sheet as my toes curled and Jagger just kept going.He never paused.Never stopped moving his tongue in and out, or his thumb on my clit.

One orgasm—one life-altering orgasm—turned into two.Just when I thought I was over the peak and sliding down the backside, a second climax caught me off guard until I was practically sobbing from the leg cramp and overwhelming pleasure.Everything buzzed with an electric charge.

Sometime between climax one and climax two, Jagger swapped his finger and tongue again—that might have been what pitched me into a second one so fast—and he curled that finger inside me, until a deep pressure made me feel like I needed to pee.My orgasm only intensified after that, and he sucked harder on my clit until I thought it might fall off.

Based on the way he never slowed down, I thought for sure he was determined to give me a third, but I was too sensitive at that point.Carefully, I released his hair and tapped his head.

Dragging his mouth away, his eyes hazy and unfocused, and his beard thoroughly soaked, he peeled his body off the bed—a very noticeable erection in his pajama pants—and stalked off to the bathroom without saying a word.

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