Page 18 of Free-Falling
“No, why?”
“You should really learn to check your social media when we do something like kiss on live.” He answers.
I scoot over to him and sit on his lap with my back to him to see what he’s looking at. My eyes bulge at the amount of followers he has.
“You have 168M followers? What for!” I’m astonished. I’ve only got 160M.
Jagger wraps his arm around my midsection, sending my body into overdrive. He rests his chin on my shoulder, looking down at his account. “Yeah, they like my posts.”
I snort. “You’re an Instagram slut, I’ve seen your posts. One of them gave me a nightmare once.”
Jagger chuckles. “You had a wet dream about me before, Ains?” He asks.
I stay quiet and eat my ice cream. If I talk, I’ll just snitch on myself and say something stupid like it wasn’t only one and that it started when I turned fourteen. Jagger kisses my jaw then nips at it. He’s definitely a biter, it doesn’t bother me though. I use my finger to switch over to his tagged photos and I gasp, taking in how many times he’s been tagged in screenshots of my live.
I chuckle, “we’re… couple goals.”
Jagger playfully scoffs. “I know right. Imagine if there were cameras for the ceremony, they’d realize that you abuse me.”
I elbow him as I laugh. “That’s such a lie. I do not.”
“You do,” Jagger groans as he moves, rubbing his hard dick on my ass. “But, I can deal with it. I think it’s fucking sexy how you fight me.”
“Stop humping me, asshole, I’m going to drop ice cream all over your carpet and it feels pretty comfy under my toes.”
Jagger makes this oddly low groaning sound as if none of what I said makes sense. His hand moves up to my bare skin on the deep v-neck part of my dress. He slips his hand through the opening and begins playing with my nipple. I throw my head back, holding tight to my ice cream. “Drop your ice-cream where I can lick it off, baby. You know it’s my favorite flavor.” His now hoarse voice drives me in a frenzy.
“Jag…” I don’t know why I say his name, I’ve got nothing more to say.
I hear a thud somewhere, and I level my head to see what that was. He threw his phone near the fireplace. Before I can even comment on it, his other hand caresses my bare skin and continues to leave behind goosebumps through my long sleeve dress. Jagger pulls at my dress, exposing my shoulder. I get out of his hold quickly. I blink, looking down at him on the couch. How can a man exude so much sex appeal? Jagger stands removing his suit jacket first, then he unbuttons his shirt exposing his chest to me and abs once he untucks his shirt from his pants. I’ve never really liked chest hair, but on Jagger, I really do. Jagger sits forward with his elbows resting on his legs. He sighs then reaches out grabbing one of my legs. His hand slides until he reaches the tightest part of the dress. Jagger looks at me through his long, full lashes and in his eyes I see nothing but lust mixed in with something else. I can’t tell what it is, but I want to see it more.
“Jagger, I-.”
Jagger shakes his head as he reaches out with his other hand, gripping the material of my dress. He maintains eye contact with me and it doesn’t take long to wonder why as he uses both hands combined with force to rip my dress open, exposing my naked body.
“Fuck me.” He roughly says, eyeing me from head to toe. Jagger licks his lips, “come here, sugar.” He growls.
He pulls me to him until I’m forced to straddle him with the ice cream still in my grip. “Jagger, I don’t want you to see. Just please…” I beg. I know that he’s seen my back but this is different, I’m not in the shower. I’m not ready to be vulnerable not because of him but with anyone. I don’t know if I can do it.
“Beg me,” he says.“Beg me again, Ainslee. I just might fucking listen to your demands.” He licks his lips, making this harder for me.
Jagger snatches the ice cream bowl from me and leaves me the spoon. I cock my brow, wondering what he’s doing. Jagger dips his tongue in the ice cream bowl scooping some up and then he places it on the side. He leans in and sucks a nipple into his mouth. The coldness of the ice cream throws me off catching me off-guard. The only thing I want to do is lean into the sensation. I moan, bringing my body closer to Jagger’s. He bites my nipple so hard; I see stars and my entire body shudders. He removes his lips from my nipple and begins the assault on the other one with the ice cream. I feel Jagger’s fingers as they slowly caress my body and dip right into my pussy. Jagger finger-fucks me and my body follows as it rides his fingers. I don’t want this feeling to stop. I can’t have this feeling stop. Not right now, not when I’m so close, but he stops.
I feel him leaning into my ear, “I said, fucking beg me to fuck you, Ainslee. You think because I fucked you already, you can’t beg me again. Do it.” He demands.
I shudder, placing both my hands on his shoulders as I try to ignore him and get myself off on his fingers. Jagger slaps my ass hard knocking me off balance and he takes advantage of that moment by slipping his fingers out of me. I’m breathing hard when I look at him. Jagger licks his fingers, groaning for added measure, tipping me way off the only axis I know. He cocks his brow as he watches me. Fuck. I open my mouth to talk and Jagger takes this advantage to kiss me like a starved human being. As if I’m the first sign of water that he’s come across. It’s so euphoric. I’m so lost in his kissing that I don’t know and neither did I hear him unbuckle his pants or remove his dick from his boxers until I feel the teasing of his tip play with my clit. I don’t know how to describe this feeling. I remove my lips from his so I can watch him get me off on his tip alone. I look down and my eyes widen at his girth and length. That’s why until now I felt him in more ways than one. I moan at the sensation and the feeling of his pre-cum coated tip driving me into overdrive by playing with my clit. Jagger leans in placing biting marks all over my body, and that does it. I throw my head back as I come. I don’t get the chance to come back from my high because Jagger slams into me, knocking the air out of my lungs. Shit! He’s fucking with my heart. I feel like I’m going to need to take more than one pill for my heart. It’s not defective right now, but I got a heart transplant as a baby and it’s been beating normally until Jagger fucked me. My heart has never once beat this hard or this fast but right now, it was beating making me feel delirious. I sink my fingernails into his shoulders, hearing a hiss from him.
“Please, fuck me Jagger.” I begin to beg. “Please.”
“Look at me, Ains.” He orders.
I look at Jagger just as he begins, fucking me, this is too intense, too much probably worse than before because I didn’t have to look at him. I shut my eyes again. Jagger slaps my ass as he grabs my jaw making me open my eyes.
“No, Jagger. I don’t want to look at you!” I scream out as I follow his rhythm.
Jagger smirks. “You will fucking look at me while I’m giving you the power to fuck me, Ainslee Margot Hanlon.” He leans in so close, I can see that his Whiskey eyes have flecks of gold and that his tan skin is flush. “Lesson one of becoming my porn-star, when you fuck me, you look me in my eye. You cum hard but never take your eyes off me. Am I clear?”
“Yes.” I grit my teeth but I’m already losing this battle, I know it because I can’t stop from riding him like my life depended on it. Jagger circles my clit with his thumb, and I arch into his touch. Fuck, I’m even moving like a porn-star except there’s no faking this. I can’t act for shit. Jagger leans back on the couch, and I wrap my arms around his neck. My fingers dig into his hair and I tug hard. His eyes flutter and I’ve realized something, Jagger loves pain. I lean into him, not breaking eye contact as I lose myself in him. We’re headed somewhere. It’s slippery, confusing and full of confusing emotions. I just don’t know if we’re going to be able to make it back up, I know we’re too far gone right now.
