“I’ll be there. I mean, I want to be there.” I struggled to find the right words to tell her how I felt. “How we met, it was fucked up and the time since hasn’t exactly gone to plan.”
I shook my head at the last month with her.
“You could say that again. I remember when you showed up for the PT appointment the first time I thought you were the worst. I was itching to call the physical therapy center and get another person.” She laughed as she edged closer, leaning back against the couch.
I loved her laugh. It was throaty and sensual and the world felt lighter.
“Little did you know I was married to you,” I said causing joyous tears to stream down her face as her laughter grew.
“Ugh, and you still didn’t say anything.”
I covered my face with my hand. “Don’t remind me.” I shook my head letting my hand fall. “I guess I forgot how beautiful you were. I didn’t really mind being married to you.”
While there was a part of me that didn’t want to tell her that, I felt like she needed to hear it. All these lies I had been living almost my whole life, it was time to change that.
Her smile faded along with her laughter. “Jagger, I didn’t realize. I thought you felt sorry for me. The poor struggling single mom, which only made me mad at you.”
“How could I ever feel sorry for you? You have everything I wish I had. I wanted to stay married to you, even in secret, because I wanted to pretend that I had a family like yours.”
“I had no idea.”
“I’m kind of glad I got fired from the agency. It was time for me to get a life. I know I was drunk when I came over to your place last week, but I remember telling you I had no one in my life. It’s true.”
She reached over and rubbed my arm and it was nice. I sounded like the most pathetic person on earth. Glancing around my place, I realized my life matched my apartment.
Something needed to change.
“Let’s move in together,” I said.
Tiffany’s eyes widened and she sat up. “What?”
“I really need to find a new place, and you need to get out of that neighborhood.” I scooted closer as she moved back on the cushion.
“Yeah, but I don’t know if moving in together would solve anything. Besides, you don’t even have a job.”
“I’ve been toying around with starting my own business which I think your son might be able to help with.”
Tiffany stood holding out her hands. “Whoa! You want to move in with me and use my son for your business venture? No, thank you.”
I got off the couch and moved closer to her. “I’m not going to use him. If anything, he’s already a part of it. As you can see, I don’t spend a lot on living expenses.”
“Obviously,” she said rolling her eyes.
I chuckled. “But I was paid well enough by the government so I shoved most of it away in savings. I was thinking of buying a studio and starting my own ninja training business.”
“That actually sounds like a good idea.”
I came over to her, putting my hands on her upper arms. They remained folded as her eyes stayed weary. “So, we can move in together?”
“No, I never said yes to that. Only that the ninja thing was a good idea.” Her arms drifted down, and I edged closer until I could feel her breath flutter over my skin.
Tiffany’s eyes were like saucers of chocolate milk and her neck, like creamy butter. I lowered my head for the promise of a taste and when my tongue lapped at her sweet cream, I didn’t stop until I reached her earlobe. “I bet I can make you change your mind.”
Her fingers curled, and as they dug into my arms thoughts of her clinging to me as she rode my cock sent a bolt straight between my legs.
“Are you seriously going to use sex to get me to move in with you?” Tiffany said with challenge, with surprise, and with a deepening tone.
“Maybe. Will it work?” With one finger, which turned into two and then four, I twisted her braid around my hand, tugging so I could nibble on more of her skin.
“No, it won’t.” Her defiant attitude refuted as she raised her leg, curling it around my hip.
Lifting my head, I stared down and watched her chest rise and fall with a quickening pace. My fingers drifted, her damp skin puckering under my touch, until I found her tit. “We’ll see what you say when I’m done making you come.”
As Tiffany bit her lip, she was chewing pieces of my willpower like I was eggs for breakfast. My neck burned and my fingers itched to push her back on that couch and show her what she did to me.
But just as I was about to cave, she fluttered her lashes as she gazed up at my face. “Jagger, I’ve gone without sex for ten years. When we’re done, you won’t even have words left to give.”
My ears were ringing from the blood in my veins rushing for her touch. My hand found her thigh, and I ran my fingers up until my palm was full of her ass. I gave her a squeeze letting her know how perfect she was.
“Is that a threat?” I asked licking my lips.
She pushed her fingers under my shirt scratching at my stomach as I let go of her braid. “No, that’s a promise.”
I thought I might fall over, sink into the floor, wrapping my arms around her and never letting go. But I found my strength and picked her up, pushing her legs until both were wrapped around me.
Her skin was slick from the heat, and I knew I was sweaty but I didn’t care. If anything, it made this better. I wanted to slip and slide and move over her until we couldn’t be peeled apart.
Turning the fan on overhead as we entered the bedroom did little to ease the heat. And I knew more sweat would drip and the heat would rise as I threw Tiffany on my bed. Her mouth opened in surprise as she fell back against the white sheets.
But she recovered and began to peel away her clothes. I followed, refusing to look away as I stripped off my shirt, my khaki shorts, and boxer briefs.
The Mona Lisa was art, a Porsche 356 Speedster was sleek on wheels, but Tiffany naked, sprawled out on my bed, was sublime.
“What are you waiting for?” she asked lifting her arms above her.
“You’re so beautiful. I don’t even know where to begin.”
Tiffany spread her legs and moved her hands to her glistening pussy. When she pushed her fingers to her lips, spreading herself for me, I almost lost it.
“Why don’t you start right here.”
I groaned barely able to remain upright. “Tiffany, you have got to stop teasing me like this.”
“How am I teasing you? If anything, you are teasing me. I tell you what to do, and you stand there.” She lifted up onto her elbow, and I realized she no longer had a bandage on her other arm, only a healing scab remained.
All thought evaporated out the window as I fell to my knees. My fingers twisted and curled to watch her bend. Arousal leaked from my hand and hammered at my cock. I forgot, no that’s not right, I didn’t want to believe that Tiffany tasted this good. Like peach pie melting on my tongue. I savored her heavenly flavor.
She tightened as my fingers smoothed over that small rough patch inside her, waiting so long to be played with. I sucked on her clit and savored her as her body struggled under my touch. She screamed a few sounds of agreement and worshiped the almighty but when she finally gave in, I knew I was done seeking anyone else. When I nibbled and pumped that climax from her, she admitted only one name that could make her feel this way.
“Jagger!” she cried out as her back arched.
I lifted my head, her swollen pussy still twitching around my fingers. When I finally pulled out, I grabbed a condom from my side table, figuring a world record was broken for condom placement speed.
Her chest was rising and falling fast, but easing its pace as I settled between her legs.
“You still want this?”
There was a moment, as tiny as a millisecond, that I thought I saw doubt ghost her face, but when she moved her hands to my ass and squeezed, I knew I was wrong.
“Yes. I want your abnormally large penis inside me right now.”
“That was your final warning,” I said before I cupped her tit, pinching her spiked nipple.
My lips fell onto her mouth as my cock pushed inside her. She wanted to pull away from my mouth but I wouldn’t let her. My other hand cradled the back of her neck as I kissed her lips and rocked into her tight pussy.
If she wanted this, then I was giving her everything. Her legs tightened around my hips, lifting herself to move with me. I plunged my tongue into her mouth as my cock plundered. If I could, I would fall inside her and never come out.
Finally, I lifted my head and gulped the air. Her hair was wild. I gazed into her hooded eyes and wondered if her heart stumbled in her chest like mine.
Her nails trailed down my back as she threw back her head. “You feel so good, Jagger.”
That wasn’t nearly enough. I wanted to give her laughter and smiles and everything wonderful in one moment. I needed the world to explode behind her eyes and drift warmly over her slick body.
I rolled off her and turned her onto her side, pulling up behind her. Lifting her leg, I pushed back inside, between her thighs, while my hand pulled at her braid.
“Do you like that?” I asked.
“Yes, God, yes.”
I reached over with my free hand grazing my finger over her clit. She tightened and we both groaned. I wanted her to come again, but I didn’t know how much longer I was going to last.
“Jagger. Oh, yeah, I’m coming,” Tiffany moaned.
I let go of her hair as I curled around her body, my own orgasm causing me to shudder. Burying my head in the back of her neck, the waves kept coming.
We stayed like that for a minute before I finally rolled away. I got up and went into the bathroom to remove the condom and clean up. When I came back out, I had a damp cloth.
I settled between her thighs and started to wipe. I may have kissed the side of her knees a few times before I was done. After I tossed the cloth toward my dirty clothes hamper in the corner of the room, I relaxed back next to Tiffany.
She curled around me. “You didn’t have to do that.”
“What? Wash you?” I asked.
“Yeah. I could have gotten up and done it myself after you came out of the bathroom.”
I turned to face her, trailing my finger down her cheek. “But I wanted to take care of you. I will always want to take care of you.” My finger made it to her lips and I smirked. “Unless I fuck you. Then I only want to ruin you.”
TWENTY-THREE
Tiffany
“They are beautiful,” I said as stared at the bouquet in Morgana’s hand.
“I picked out the flowers. These pink ones are peony rose, and the purple are hydrangeas, with uh, what are these again?” Morgana asked as she turned to the florist.
“Lamb’s ear. It gives a little greenery to the bouquet,” the woman in the green apron with silver hair said.
Morgana nodded. “Right, lamb’s ear. And, of course, the blue ribbon to tie it all together.”
I tilted my head. “Blue?”
“You know, something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue.”
“Oh, right. Of course. Well, I love it.”
The florist smiled at Morgana. “It’s not the final one. This is just a sample to give you an idea of what it’ll look like. Yours will be much bigger for the wedding in three days.”
It had been a week since I finally had sex. I thought my vagina might fall out if I didn’t get something soon. It was so worth it. The wait. And, his cock.
I smiled and strolled around the small shop called The Bloom Room, running my fingers over the tips of petals. Their soft texture reminded me of Jagger’s big dick.
Just about everything was reminding me of his cock.
Like when Evaleen took me to Chuck’s Sausage Shack for lunch on Friday . . . Or when I went to the grocery store and passed the cucumbers. Then I stopped and gazed at the cucumbers. After which I grabbed a couple so I could lie next to one in bed at night and dream about Jagger’s cock.
“I bet I know what’s on your mind?” Morgana said as she slid beside me.
“What?” I felt my face heat, knowing she could see the blush on my cheeks.
Then I snorted.
“The cake. Well, it’s a surprise. But let me tell you, it will be the best thing you ever tasted.” Her eyes glazed over as she stared off into the distance.
“I’ve already tasted the best thing,” I mumbled.
“Huh?” Morgana said coming out of her cake fantasy.
“Nothing. I bet it will be delicious.”
The bell over the door rang and when I looked up, the current jacked up porn scene that was playing in my head appeared to be coming to life.
“Jagger,” I said with too much enthusiasm to be dismissed as a simple surprise.
We met up again Saturday night after David went to bed but I didn’t want Jagger to spend the night. This was just sex, I didn’t want David to think the thing between Jagger and me was more than friendship.
But that’s the last time we were together. We had been sexting each other the past several nights as he’s been busy trying to make his ninja studio happen. I’ve been busy with doctor appointments, David starting school, a few client meetings over logo changes, and any last-minute wedding freak outs that Morgana’s been having. All these things foiled any of our attempts to see each other.
“Tiffany.” His eyes darkened as they traveled my body.
When he said he was free today and wanted to see me, I mentioned I had to go to the florist with Morgana in the morning but was free the rest of the day. Even David was hanging out at Diego’s place. I had met his parents and they loved David. And, since Diego had a basement with a big screen TV and a PlayStation, the boys spent more time there than at our apartment.
“Oh, hey, Jagger. Funny running into you here.” Morgana creased her brow walking toward him.
Jagger’s eyes flipped between Morgana and me. I hadn’t told my friends that Jagger had, with too many orgasms to count and sex in every room in his cramped apartment, ended my dry spell. Maybe dry spell doesn’t best describe it. It was more like an arid desert, so vast it made the Sahara look like a patch of sand by a river.
“I asked him to meet me here. I wanted to thank him for, uh, some great advice he gave me.” Heat traveled up my neck as I stared at him.
“I usually don’t like to gloat, but that advice was really good. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, it was fantastic,” he said, his voice deepening as he inched toward me.
“And the way you, um, said it. So many different ways. I never realized I could see things like that. You really have a knack for advice.” I bit my lip and took a quick peek at his jeans zipper, but was more interested in what was behind the zipper.
“Huh, I never knew you were so good at giving advice, Jagger? Maybe you can help convince Tiffany to let David be in the wedding.”
That cooled me down like a bucket of ice directed at my vagina.
“I already gave you my answer on that, Morgana. Yes, David has made a lot of progress, even in the weeks since you asked, but I don’t—”
Morgana turned to me with her hands on her hips. “The ceremony isn’t even that long.”
I glanced up at Jagger and could tell he was holding back whatever he was thinking.
I waved my hand at Jagger. “Out with it. I know you have an opinion on this.”
“Screw Edgar,” Jagger mumbled before turning his eyes up to mine. “I think Morgana’s right. Have you even asked David?”
I slid my tongue over my teeth as I plucked up a rose from a vase. “No, but that doesn’t mean—”
“Give him a chance.” Jagger walked over and placed his hand on my shoulder.
He was right. This was exactly what David yelled at me about the other week. As much as I feared it would be too much for David, I had to at least ask if he wanted to be a groomsman. This was his d
ecision, not mine.
“I should . . . I mean, I will.” I turned to Morgana as a smile took over her face. “I’m sorry, David may be getting bigger and stronger with each day, but I can’t help but still worry about him. I’ll ask him tonight when he gets home from Diego’s house.”
Morgana jumped up and down, clapping her hand.
“Yay! I promise that we will have a chair nearby if he needs to take a rest. Oh, Henrik will be so happy.” Morgana wrapped her arms around me for a big squeeze.
“What are you two doing right now? We should celebrate. Everything is going to be perfect at this wedding. The cake, the flowers,” she gave the florist a smile, “the groomsman. Everything. I just wish Henrik would tell me where it’s taking place.”
I sucked in my lips so I wouldn’t let my smile show. Henrik wanted the wedding location to be a surprise, and I knew Morgana would love it. It was going to be an intimate affair at her favorite bakery, Got Cake. Where right after they say I do, they feed each other a piece of cake.
She really was having the best wedding.
“Actually, I wanted to show Jagger something back at my place.”
“Okay, we’ll all head over there and then I’ll take you both to lunch. My treat.” Morgana’s eyes bounced between us.
I gazed at Jagger. He wasn’t happy. With a tightening jaw, I knew what he wanted me to say, but I didn’t really want to tell everyone yet.
It was just sex. What if it got back to David? He cared for Jagger. It would break his heart if the thing between us fizzled out.
“I really need to show Jagger in private.” I frowned unable to come up with a better excuse.
“That’s weird. Why would you need to show him something in private?” Morgana said before chuckling.
“Because what she wants to show me is in her panties, and I would like to show her what I have under my clothes, too,” Jagger said.
My eyes widened as Morgana’s mouth dropped open. I could hear the muffled giggle from the florist behind us.
My cheeks heated and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Jagger!”
“Oh, I get it now,” Morgana said.
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