by Sophia Gray
“Yeah, maybe, for starters,” Jagger said, and the implication made Abby tremble in anger and fear. He wants to save me from myself, Abby thought bitterly. He thinks I’m weak. He thinks I’m a victim. I’m not a victim. I’m a survivor.
“I’m not some fragile little bird you have to shield from the world,” Abby said, swallowing hard to keep her voice steady and clear.
“I don’t think that,” Jagger said, pinning one hand to the wall behind Abby’s head, making her gulp around the knot in her throat. “That’s not what I think. I don’t think you’re weak, Abby.”
“Then prove it,” Abby whispered, blinking hard to keep the burning tears that threatened to spill out of her eyes where they belonged.
They were silent for a long moment, staring at each other before Jagger cleared his throat to speak.
“I’ll prove it,” Jagger whispered hoarsely, stepping closer to her. “I’ll fucking prove it to you, baby.”
Abby didn’t have time to gripe about him calling her baby, as Jagger grabbed the back of her skull and pressed her forward into a deep kiss. She whimpered a little as he dove deeper into her mouth, licking her lips and tongue in slow, gentle, firm circles.
“I’m sorry,” Jagger mumbled into her lips a second later, pulling back a centimeter before rushing right back to slide their mouths together. “I’m sorry, ugh, I should have…. I’m sorry.” He finally pulled back and let go of her head, leaving Abby frozen as the chilly air hit her heated body.
“Shit,” Abby mumbled, wiping her damp mouth with the back of her hand. “Shit, fuck,” she whispered, forgetting that she wasn’t alone. Her heart was thumping in her throat while her chest heaved furiously, trying to get more air into her lungs.
Jagger turned back around to face her, panting in front of her. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you…” Jagger trailed off, his brow furrowing in concern.
Abby quickly shook her head, even as she sunk back, totally limp and lifeless, against the wall behind her. “No, no, I—I’m fine. I just. I just can’t feel my feet, or my hands or…” She reached out with her numb fingers, stretching toward Jagger. “I think I’m having a panic attack.”
“Shit, shit, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m with you, I’m with you, you’re not alone,” Jagger said in a rush, reaching forward to take Abby’s unsteady body into his arms and pull her over to the bed. “Here, sit back against the pillows. Just relax. Everything’s going to be okay.”
Abby did as she was told, as best as she could despite the trembles that shook her body. She reached out with her hand, settling on Jagger’s shoulder and squeezing to feel the muscle underneath his shirt. “Please. Please, please help me. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean—I didn’t mean to be weak…” Abby felt warm tears flood her eyes, and she furiously blinked, trying to convince them to recede, but it was no use. Jagger’s face immediately fell when he saw the tears in her eyes, even before he reached out to cup her cheek. “I’m sorry,” Abby choked out again despite the huge heaving breaths that dragged in and out of her throat.
“Shh, shh, it’s okay, it’s okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have scared you, it’s okay. You’re with me. You’re with me, here, in the compound, and we’re safe. Everything’s fine,” Jagger whispered, enunciating each word slowly as he stroked the side of her cheek.
Abby’s heart started thumping more slowly, sinking down from her throat back into her chest, still beating so hard that it shook her body. “You’re good at this,” she murmured. “Calming people down. I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“Part of the job,” Jagger said with a small, warm smile. “I’ve had a lot of practice.” He tangled his fingers into her hair, stroking soothingly over her scalp.
“Oh, yeah? Are you like this with all the girls you pull out of fires?” Abby murmured, reaching up to wrap her hand around Jagger’s neck. She didn’t quite know what she was doing, but she needed the physical contact to ground her. Meanwhile, Jagger kept stroking her hair and used his free hand to move over her ribcage, giving her a point to focus on while she slowed her breathing down.
“Not at all,” Jagger whispered as he leaned in, fanning her face gently with his fresh, sweet-smelling breath. “Not even close.”
Abby closed her eyes and leaned up, brushing their lips together again. She moaned lightly, licking his lips until they opened to allow her inside to taste him. She rubbed the back of his head, tangling her fingers around in his hair to tug him closer whenever he pulled away to breathe.
“Jesus, baby,” Jagger grunted, pulling away from her lips just to drop wet open-mouthed kisses on her chin and jawline. “You taste so good.”
“Mm, you haven’t tasted anything yet,” Abby moaned, her heart beginning to thump hard and fast again, but this time in excitement rather than panic. Jagger laughed loudly before growling and biting at her neck, dragging his teeth along the veins there. Abby squirmed around at the wet, sharp sensation of Jagger’s mouth on her throat. Goddammit, she’d never felt this turned on in her entire life. “Grab me,” she demanded, turning her head to bite at Jagger’s ear. “Grab my fucking ass, grab me.”
“Mm, you’re feisty, huh? I should’ve fucking guessed,” Jagger murmured as he chuckled softly, groaning as Abby bit down on his earlobe. He did what he was told a minute later, reaching under Abby’s body to grab her clothed ass and knead the soft flesh between his fingers. “Like that? You like that?”
“Uh-huh,” Abby said, feeling all the leftover fear leave her body as she focused on the pressure on her ass. “Yeah, I fucking like that.”
“Mm-hmm, you’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? You’re a nasty girl, huh?” Jagger hissed into her ear, moving down her body to bite at the exposed skin of her chest above her shirt collar.
Abby quickly wrapped her legs around Jagger’s waist, grinding her crotch into his a few times before starting up a rhythm of wide, slow circles, their two groins pushing together and pulling apart. “Mm, yeah, I’m dirty, I’m so dirty for you, baby,” Abby groaned, shoving her hips up harder as she felt Jagger go firm inside his jeans.
“Just for me? Just me?” Jagger asked as he licked around her collarbone. “So ready for me, baby, aren’t you?”
Abby groaned and jerked her hips upward, rubbing against Jagger’s clothed cock, her back bent at an almost impossible angle. “Yes, yes, please, I want it, I need it, please.”
“Be. Patient,” Jagger said slowly and roughly as if he were speaking through gritted teeth. “You gotta be a good girl for me, don’t you, baby, don’t you?”
Abby nodded furiously and pulled him back up to kiss his lips. “Yeah. But you gotta be good to me, too, huh? Or I’ll leave. I’ll walk right out of here.”
Jagger growled and dove down into her neck again, nipping at her most sensitive skin with his sharp teeth. Abby grunted wordlessly communicating her pleasure as she pressed her hips up harder, thrusting against his rough jeans. Jagger’s hands started traveling down her body even as his mouth remained latched onto her throat, his fingers rubbing over her covered breasts and down onto her heaving stomach. “Please stay, baby. I want to make you feel so good,” he whispered, licking a hot line from her collarbone to the soft little patch of skin under her ear.
“Please, I need to feel good. I’m so tired. I’ve been so tired for so long. I need you to make me feel good, please, please, please!” Abby cried out, her voice getting higher and more desperate with each word.
“I’ll take care of you. I’ll save you. I promise,” Jagger whispered before biting onto her shoulder, sucking hard until Abby squealed and jerked her hips up more firmly into his. For one brief, beautiful moment, Abby let herself believe his words, accepting them at face value and pressing them deep into her heart, quickly, before her brain could touch them and corrupt them with filthy reality.
“Okay,” she whispered, gripping his hair harder while her other hand drifted down to grab his muscular, defined shoulder. “Okay, I’ll let you. Just for tonight, p
lease, I’ll let you.”
Jagger nodded and kissed the side of her neck, her collarbone, her chin, her cheeks. “Just relax. Just lay back. You can fall here. I’ll catch you.”
Abby did as she was told, sinking back into the pillows beneath her body, letting the tension sink away. It was like Jagger had given her some drug to make her brain go on sabbatical, but instead of any substance, it was just his sweet kiss, his sweet touch against her skin that allowed her to let go. She allowed her legs to fall open, dropping down from Jagger’s body to the mattress, giving Jagger the opportunity to fit his entire body between her legs. He traveled down her body until his head lingered over her stomach, applying sweet little kisses over Abby’s shirt before pushing it up to reveal her bare stomach. “Oh, God,” Abby huffed, overwhelmed even though barely anything had happened yet.
He pressed his lips against the skin right below her belly button, gently applying small little licks that tickled her and made all her sleeping nerve endings spring to life, trembling like they hadn’t been awake in years. For all Abby knew, that was the truth of the situation. She’d honestly never been touched like this, never examined this thoroughly before fucking. Jagger dragged his nails over her stomach, causing her breathing to become harder and heavier with every swipe of his hand back and forth over her ribcage. Next, he lightly pressed his teeth against her stomach, nibbling a little until Abby giggled and squirmed under his touch. “God, you’re good. You’re so sweet,” she mumbled, rubbing the top of Jagger’s head clumsily with both of her hands.
She could feel more than see Jagger’s smile against her stomach, right before he licked delicate circles around her belly button. Then his tongue traveled north, his nose pushing up the hem of her shirt so that he could lick his way up to her sternum, between her breasts. Abby started panting heavily, her lungs burning with the effort as though she was running for her life. She brought one hand up to grab the bottom of her shirt and finally tugged it over her head. She had taken off her bra earlier after she got home from work, so she was bare-breasted, her skin flushing deep pink as Jagger pulled back to look at her. Jagger smiled a little, soft and sweet, before he slowly dipped his head back down again, this time to apply his tongue and teeth around one of her nipples.
“Oh, Jesus!” Abby cried out, probably loud enough for their next-door neighbors to hear. At that point she couldn’t bring herself to care. She twisted her legs around Jagger’s body, rubbing his back with her feet until she found the bottom of his shirt and pushed it up to reveal his bare skin. Jagger bit down a little harder on her nipple, sucking it between his teeth. “Jesus, Jesus, oh, mmmm!” Abby moaned, pressing her hand into the back of Jagger’s head to encourage him to bite harder.
“Your skin tastes so fucking good,” Jagger mumbled into her breast. “Such a good girl. Such a sweet girl. I want to lick you up.”
“Do it, do it, please, do it,” Abby moaned, the mental images flooding her brain becoming too much, too intense for her to handle any longer.
Jagger chuckled into her skin, pulling back to wipe his chin before leaning back in to drag his teeth back down her stomach. He went farther south, wrapping his mouth around the band of her sweatpants and pulling lightly, yanking the fabric away from her skin. Jagger brought his hand to her panties, sticking his fingers inside the gap he’d created and rubbing along the soft skin of her vulva. “Baby, baby, unnh,” Abby cried out, jerking her hips up to encourage him to go further down.
Abby bit down on her bottom lip as Jagger tugged her pants down over her hips, down her legs to pool around her ankles. Abby kicked them off quickly, sending them flying over the edge of the bed and leaving herself in her underwear. She was almost naked, but Jagger was still fully clothed. That was unacceptable. Abby groaned in wordless complaint and tugged on Jagger’s shirt hard until he got the message, laughing as he threw his shirt over his head. His pecs were so defined, so firm. He looked so strong, and she knew from personal experience that it wasn’t just superficial. There was real power behind his muscles, real strength that could pick her up, carry her, and save her from the flames of her life. Abby wanted him to take care of her. That realization was so scary that she had to shut her eyes to stop looking at him, trying to focus on anything other than the overwhelming realization that she, without a doubt, wanted to hand control over to this guy she barely knew.
Jagger’s hand returned to her face, cupping her cheek again while his thumb rubbed the little space under her ear. “What’s wrong, baby?” he whispered softly.
Abby just shook her head, keeping her eyes screwed shut, hoping that Jagger would get the message that she didn’t want to talk about how she was feeling.
“You can tell me,” he said in a calm tone of voice, rubbing her neck firmly yet gently with his large hands.
“I’m scared,” Abby whispered, the words leaving her mouth involuntarily. She flushed as soon as she said it, but she couldn’t exactly take it back now.
“Of this? You’re in control here, baby. You can say no anytime you want,” Jagger said in a rush, leaning over her to drop a kiss on her forehead.
The gesture of turning over control to her made Abby feel warm, her body buzzing a little as Jagger repeated the motion, pressing his lips against her brow and down her nose. “I’m not scared of you,” Abby whispered. “I’m not scared of this.”
“What is it then? Are you sure that you want this?” Jagger murmured, but he couldn’t hide the sense of urgency within his voice.
“Yes!” Abby said, her eyes flying open, meeting Jagger’s. “I want it - a lot. The ‘wanting’ is what’s scaring me.”
Jagger’s face changed immediately, a frown of concern furrowing up his brow. “You don’t have to be. You don’t have to be scared,” he said, leaning in until their foreheads pressed together. “Baby, it’s okay. I promise. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. I’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” Abby whispered back, pressing their mouths together, kissing him deeply again. “That’s the problem,” she said, but before Jagger could pull back and ask her to explain why, she pressed hard against the back of his head, keeping him trapped in her kiss. Somehow, though, he didn’t seem to mind, slipping his tongue deeper into her mouth while his thumbs rubbed their way down from her cheeks to her neck to her breasts, playing gently with her nipples.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against her lips, saying each sentence in between long deep kisses. “Your body is so fucking hot and sexy and gorgeous.”
“You,” Abby said, wrapping her legs around his waist again and tugging his pelvis closer to hers. “You are. I want… I want to feel it. I want to feel it all. Take your fucking pants off. Take them off, now,” she demanded, her voice becoming more and more breathy as she became more desperate to get him out of his clothes.
Jagger untangled her legs from around his waist, and for a second Abby whined a complaint, but he just smiled down at her as he shucked off his pants and underwear, his hard cock bobbing up and down as he finally got out of his clothes. “Fuck, ugh,” Abby grunted out, sitting up and reaching her hands out toward his body before he stepped forward into her grasp. “So hot,” she murmured before attacking his chest with her teeth, sucking mark after mark into his skin, traveling further down from his pecs toward his lower stomach.
“Yeah, baby, you like it? You like my body?” Jagger said teasingly, rubbing the back of her head with one hand while he gripped the base of his dick with the other.
Abby didn’t answer with words, instead sticking her tongue out to draw circles onto his lower abdomen, going right above his pubes before pulling back up, causing Jagger to groan out impatiently and shove her head closer to his body. “Can you give me what I want, baby? Can you please me?”
“I wanna please you,” Abby answered in a rough whisper, swallowing thickly to clear her throat. She had to get it ready for what was coming next.
“You know what I want?” Jagger asked, stroking his dick a little before pressing
it softly on the side of Abby’s face.
“Yeah, I know, baby. I want it, too,” Abby whispered, pulling back to stare down at his cock, pulling Jagger’s fist off of the base and replacing it with her slender fingers.
It felt good, holding onto him like this, feeling like she had all the control, if only for a second. Her mouth was watering just looking at it. It looked so big and thick, a deep purple color that made her want to lick every single inch of it. She started with the base, applying a tiny little touch from the tip of her tongue, but even that small motion made Jagger’s hips jerk forward, pushing his cock harder against her face.
“You want it bad, don’t you, baby?” Abby asked innocently.
“Yes, yes, baby, I really want it,” Jagger whispered, tangling a fist into the back of Abby’s hair.
“Then why don’t you fucking beg for it?” Abby asked, digging her nails into the side of Jagger’s thigh.
Jagger laughed out breathlessly before moaning a little at the sensation of Abby’s nails digging into his skin. “You’re so good. You’re so fucking good. Please, baby, I want more. Please, give me more.”
