Page 18 of Tangled Desires

“You’re telling me.” She moves her hand out of the way once my cock is seated inside her.

“I’m going to need you to not stay still.” Lyric’s inner thigh muscle squeezes me.

“Gorgeous, if I do what you and I both want, you won’t be walking today, let alone tomorrow.” I slide in another few inches, holding myself there as she flexes her velvet walls along my dick.

“Why walk when you can carry me around?” she teases, a low moan leaving her lips when I sink deeper. This position will get me as deep as possible while also stimulating her G-spot. Thank you, fucking Luke, for all the shit he leaves lying around his office. Plus, this way, I can focus onher face and take her mouth, which I plan on doing as soon as she takes me completely.

“There is that, but the last thing I want is you hurt. I plan on being buried inside you as much as possible,” I pant, slowly sliding in and out in short thrusts. It’s damn hard to keep control. Lyric’s soft mewls, her hand on my shoulder, digging into my muscles, our bodies moving with one another, and I push deeper.

“I want that, too. Oh my god, I feel so full,” she whimpers once I’m planted all the way inside her.

“That’s because you are, gorgeous. I can feel your tight pussy pulsating on my dick. You’re not going to be able to hold back, are you.” She shakes her head, and I keep moving back and forth. Lyric saturates my dick, coating me as well as her. My mouth touches hers, my hand not on her ass goes to her back, pulling her closer, and sweat coats our bodies. I kiss her through every undulation of her body, every ripple of her vice-like grip on my cock, and when she starts to come, pulling me with her, I don’t stop. I’ll never fucking stop.

“Jagger, you feel so good. Oh god.” I’ve barely gotten a taste of her mouth before she pulls back to cry out.

“Fuck yeah.” I surge all the way inside in one deep and hard thrust, taking her a bit harder than I probably should, but I can’t help it. A tingle slides up my spine, and I’m coming deep inside her while her hungry cunt keeps sucking me dry.

“There’s no way we’re only doing that once.” I’ve hardly recovered, and Lyric is asking for more.

“That’ll depend on how red and swollen you are,” I reply.Our arms are wrapped around one another, both of us keeping the other close.

“Damn. Well, with any luck, I’m not.”

“Hopefully not.” Her lips press against mine, and this kiss is slow and sweet. The built-up passion is still there, but there’s something to be said for taking her mouth softly. A task I’ll be taking upon myself a heck of a lot more.

14

LYRIC

I’m an idiot. That’s what I keep saying in my head over and over again. Jagger stayed until he couldn’t anymore with having a new-to-him fur baby at his house, so he offered for me to come with him. I could either stay the night, or he’d drive me back to my house. I thought the idea was absurd. For one, I’d have followed him in my own car, then come back. He did enough yesterday. It sucked for me to turn down going to his house as it was, especially after the three orgasms he delivered. My legs were so weak they shook when I stood up to clean myself. Another task Jagger offered to do, but there are other things a woman needs to tend to, and I gave him a little bit of entertainment as I shuffled into the attached bathroom. Our combined fluid definitely slid down the insides of my thighs, but I guess that’s the price you pay for not using condoms. Jagger didn’t have any on him, we both discussed the whole being clean deal, and I’m on a new birth control to try and help with my stupid heavy periods. This month and nextwill be the real test to see if it helps the cramps and flow or if I’ll have to call my doctor to ask for something else yet again.

I came back to bed after taking care of business, and when I saw Jagger there, leaning against the headboard, still naked, I knew what I’d be doing. He patted his thigh, but instead of sitting on his lap, I crawled between his legs, my hand wrapping around his hard length. I lowered my head, and he guided me until he couldn’t take it anymore. We made another mess, but this time, Jagger pulled out at the last minute, replaced his cock with his fingers, and finished all over my body.

We were both exhausted after that. It also meant our time came to an end. Did I mention how much of an idiot I am? He left for his house, and I stayed at mine, where I got absolutely zero sleep, regretting not taking him up on his offer. A few days ago, I had finally gotten used to the noises around the bed and breakfast, then last night came. I tossed and turned, sat up in bed more times than staying horizontal, and when the sun finally rose, I decided enough was enough.

The box in the corner taunted me, sitting opened, a couple of stacks on the ground, and abandoned. Jagger didn’t want to read my letters, and I didn’t either at that point. He’s right about letting things go, yet I still wanted to read what he wrote me.

I made it two letters in before I had to stop. The wound was ripped open, and the tears kept coming, one after the other. I tucked the back of my legs to my thighs, wrapped my arms around them, and buried my head to hide myself awayfrom the outside world, my hair helping do the majority of the work, and let myself sob. We’ve missed out on so much time together, the hurt knowing my parents, one or the other or maybe both, kept us a part, and I didn’t know how to process it.

A few minutes later, my phone rang, and thankfully, the person on the other end of the line talked me through it. Naomi, my second mom and built-in best friend. Sadly, she had no answers. Mom never spoke about it to her, only talked about how I walked about looking like a lost soul for nearly a year. No truer words have ever been spoken. My heart and my head were a mess. I’d wandered around in a daze wondering what I did to make Jagger go ghost mode. When Naomi and I hung up, I packed everything back into the box, took a long hot shower, and then made my bed, got myself together, and called Jagger.

I had a moment of apprehension thinking it’d be too early, but he picked up on the first ring, and before I could ask what he was doing, Jagger told me to either get to his house, or he’d be at my house in twenty minutes. I had no food or a place to cook said food or prepare it, the price I knew I’d have to pay during the renovation process, and one I knew would be worth it. I offered to pick up groceries to make breakfast or to run to the diner, yet once again, Jagger had it covered.

That leads me to now, walking up to Jagger’s home. My eyes go every which way, a lot like they did when I turned onto his dirt road. I should have known he’d have a home off the beaten path, away from the busier side of town, withmore grass, trees, and lush landscape as far as the eye can see.

“Hey, you find the place alright?” Jagger opens the front door and walks out wearing a pair of black shorts sitting low on his hips and nothing else.

“I did. It’d be hard to miss. A turn here, a turn there, and then travel down the dirt road till I see your mailbox.” He gave me his address plus directions in case my cell phone service went in and out. He takes the steps off his front porch, never taking his eyes off mine, making me move my own feet. When we meet halfway, Jagger’s head dips, his lips go to mine, and my eyes close. This feeling of rightness, the way his arm wraps around my back, pulling me into his warmth as he deepens the kiss, it’s like no time has passed. While his tongue chases mine, the tips of my fingers dig into his lower abdomen, and just like every time we kiss, my brain turns off. There’s no thinking, there’s no worry, and time is at a standstill. It’s only the man in front of me and no one else.

“Fuck, would have loved to have you in my bed this morning, waking you up like this, but I get it,” Jagger relays the message, similar to what he told me last night when I walked him to my door to say good night.

“I hate to admit when I’m wrong, but I fear in this instance, you might have been right. I didn’t sleep a wink last night.” I attempt to pull back from him. Jagger being Jagger isn’t having any of it.

“Should have called, texted, emailed. I’d have loaded up in my truck to come and get you. No more of that, yeah?” I’m about to respond when I hear a certain noise come frombetween us. Jagger Steele, the big muscular Viking-like god, is holding his kitten in the crook of his arm. “See, even she agrees with me,” he says with a wink.

“We’ll see, though I’ll warn you. Sleeping with me won’t be a lot of fun. I tend to move non-stop, so you can forget about getting any rest.” I look from him to the black kitten. One paw is lifting up to explore Jagger’s chest, and I don’t blame her one bit. “Want to introduce me to your friend?”

“This is Shadow. She’s a goofy thing. Bought her more cat beds than an animal should have, yet she chooses to sleep on dirty piles of clothes.” I extend a finger at her nose, waiting to see what she’ll do before I pet her. When Shadow nudges me for more, I take her word for it and slide two fingers back and forth on her head. She makes a buzzing noise, soft and continuous. “I think she likes me.”

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