Page 26 of Jagger
“Be nice and behave yourself, Trick,” she scolded him, wagging the stick at him with one hand, while the other was propped on her hip. She was using her teacher voice on him, and for some twisted reason, that made my dick hard.
“She hit me,” Trick exclaimed, part in shock and part in amazement, I think.
“My girl has crazy reflexes, man. Just a word of advice…never, ever take a French fry off her plate. She’ll smack your hand before you even see her moving,” I warned him. Molly looked at me and burst into a giggle, then covered her blushing face with her free hand. She was fucking adorable.
“That’s the second time I’ve heard mention of the fries. I’m gonna need the whole story at some point,” King said, looking at both of us.
Molly avoided his gaze and set her cue down, grabbing the rack off the hook on the wall and bending over to place it on the table. Lucky grabbed the balls from the various pockets and rolled them toward her as she placed them in formation inside the triangle. I narrowed my eyes on her as she leaned over a little farther, causing her skirt to ride up to the middle of her thighs and her ass to tilt up a little higher in the air. A quick glance around me showed that I wasn’t the only brother whose gaze was glued to her. Her complete concentration was focused on the task at hand, and she had no clue that she had a bunch of horny motherfuckers salivating over her curves. I knew damned good and well that I wasn’t the only one picturing her bent over that table for an entirely different reason. I groaned and adjusted my cock, which was starting to strain against my zipper.
Once the balls were racked nice and tight, as Trick had said, Lucky offered to let her break. Molly picked up her stick and chalked the tip, then walked around to the end of the table opposite me to take her shot. She leaned over the table, and from this angle I had a perfect view of the swell of her tits and the top lace edge of her bra as her shirt dipped down in front. Oh, hell no, that’s it. Not fucking happening.
The balls had barely had time to scatter before I strode around the table to her, took the cue from her hands and tossed it to Trick.
“What are you doing?” a confused Molly asked as I grabbed her hand and started to pull her through the crowd. She dug in her heels a little, causing me to stop walking and turn around to face her. I cupped her face in my hands and leaned down so she could hear me over the laughter and catcalls of my asshole club brothers who had most likely figured out the problem.
“Every goddamned man in here is either looking down your shirt or eye-fucking your ass, with the possible exception of my dad and Viking…and I’m not too sure about them. So, you and I are going to go upstairs to my room for a while, then we’ll head out to dinner.”
The way Molly’s eyes bugged out of her head at my words would have been comical if the blood weren’t pumping through my veins straight to my cock. I’d be lucky if I could even walk up the stairs without breaking my dick at this point.
Without another word, I took her hand and hustled her toward the stairs, holding my other hand high above my head to flip off the room at-large as I heard Trick whining about me ruining their fun, and Lucky complaining that he hadn’t even gotten to play with Molly yet. I knew the kind of playing that shithead had in mind. We were cousins, after all, and had practically been raised together. I was pretty sure that being a pussy-hound was ingrained in our family DNA, with the possible exception of Rome. My twin had been hooked on Abby since we were teenagers, and he hadn’t so much as looked at another woman since the day Abs had turned eighteen and he no longer had to worry about her dad - who happened to be a cop - arresting him.
When we got to the base of the stairs, I motioned for Molly to go ahead of me, partly out of a desire to be a gentleman, but mainly so I could watch that round ass sway at eye-level as she made her way up the steps on those high heels of hers. I wanted to lean forward and take a bite, but I restrained myself. Barely.
At the top of the stairs, I guided her through the maze of hallways, giving her a mini tour along the way.
“Some of us keep rooms here, and a few brothers live here full-time,” I explained. “All of the officers are in this building, and the prospects and some of the others are out in the annex, along with a couple of suites for any VIP guests we have. We occasionally host other clubs for runs or parties or offer an overnight stay for affiliate clubs who are passing through town, so we have bunkhouse-style quarters over the garage for any other guests.” I didn’t dare remind her that’s where the bunnies lived, too. I also chose not to point out the four interior rooms up here that were used strictly for fucking, either with the bunnies or with hang-arounds, for those brothers who didn’t want the women in their private spaces.
We got to my door, and I pulled the key from my pocket and opened it. I flipped on the light, and led Molly inside, closing and locking the door behind us. She looked around with interest, taking in the small but clean space. The rooms in this main building were all equipped the same, with a queen-sized bed, two nightstands with lamps, a small chest of drawers with a TV mounted above it, and a leather armchair in the corner. There was a small closet, and a bathroom with a shower – nothing fancy, but it was nice to have the ensuite bath instead of the communal bathrooms we used to have. I hadn’t done anything to personalize the space, except for adding a docking station for my phone to charge, with small speakers in case I wanted to listen to music and mounting a hook to hang my cut on by the door.
I slipped my cut off and hung it up, keeping one eye on Molly who was nervously glancing around the room. The need to have Molly in my arms was riding me hard so I approached her as she turned around to peer into the bathroom door. I slipped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me so that her back was plastered to my front, barely resisting the urge to grind against her ass. She brought her hands up to rest on my forearms which were wrapped around her and tilted her head up to look over her shoulder at me. I dipped my head to skim my lips along her jaw line, then nuzzled her ear and nipped my way down her neck. I smiled as I breathed in the now-familiar peaches and vanilla scent from her shampoo or whatever the hell it was. It made a subtle change from the overpowering perfume worn by most of the other women I encountered.
“You smell so damned good, Angel,” I said softly, placing gentle kisses up and down her neck. “Like a peach pie or something.”
Her chuckle broke off as she gasped when I flicked my tongue over the little divot between her neck and her collarbone. I did it again, then gently sucked the skin there, before soothing it with my tongue. I loved the soft moan that escaped her, and the way her fingertips dug into my arms just a little. I tightened my hold on her, pressing my erection against her to gauge her reaction. Her breath hitched and she moaned again, wiggling her ass, and pressing back against me for a second, and that was all the encouragement I needed. I turned her in my arms and her startled gaze flew up to meet mine.
“I need to kiss you before I lose my damned mind,” I said gruffly as I slid my hand around to cup the back of her head. Her eyes widened even more, and she nodded slightly. I wasn’t about to ignore that invitation. I swooped down and claimed her mouth, running my tongue over the seam of her lips, then slipping inside as she opened for me. She tasted just as good as I remembered, and I deepened the kiss, all but devouring her mouth as the need for more shot through my veins straight to my cock. The poor bastard was throbbing and straining against my zipper, aching to be released from the confines of my jeans.
I slid my hands down to cup her ass, bunching the tight skirt as much as the fabric would allow in an attempt to get her as close to me as humanly possible with our clothes still on. I tried to slip my thigh between hers, but that was a no-go without ripping the skirt. I didn’t have a problem doing that at all, but I figured Molly might object. My lips left hers long enough to drag in a ragged breath, before I dived back in, kissing her as if my very life depended on it. From the way my heart was racing, that was a definite possibility.
“Fuck, I want you so damned much, Angel.” I whispered roughly as I slid my hands up her thighs and over her hips then higher, untucking her shirt from the waistband of her skirt. I tried to tell myself to slow down - I wasn’t sure how much experience she had, although she kissed like a fucking wet-dream - but I couldn’t remember ever getting this turned on so fucking fast.
I slipped my hands under her shirt, skimming them up over the smooth skin at the small of her back. I felt her tremble at my touch and would have worried that I was moving too fast for her if she hadn’t wrapped her arms around my neck and pressed herself flush against me. I cradled her in one arm then slid my other hand around to her front, cupping and kneading the gorgeous tits I’d been dying to touch. I loved the feel of her under my hand, the soft, supple mounds so much different from the overly done fake tits I was used to when I was with the strippers or club bunnies. The whimper of pleasure that Molly gave me in return was one I remembered from Saturday night in my office, and I was dying to hear more. I tried to slip my hand inside the cup of her bra, but between the shirt bunched up between us and the constricting fabric of her bra, I didn’t have nearly enough room to maneuver the way I wanted to.
“Take your clothes off, because if I do it, they won’t be in one piece when I’m done,” I warned her with an edge of need tinging my voice. I reluctantly dropped my hands from her soft curves and took a step back, ripping my own T-shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor as I reached for my belt buckle. Molly stood there, not moving an inch as her wide eyes roved over my chest and abs before focusing her gaze on my belt and the sizeable bulge below it. I could feel her stare like a soft caress – everywhere her eyes landed felt like the briefest of touches. I wanted her hands on me in the worst goddamned way. I felt like I was coming out of my skin with need.
“Not kidding, Angel. Take off your clothes, or I swear to God, I’ll rip them off of you.”
Her eyes flew to mine, and dropped back to my belt as I unbuckled it and slid it free, then popped the button on my jeans open before reaching for the tab on my zipper. I stopped and stared at her until she met my eyes again. She gave me a little smile that probably would have warned me I was about to be in over my head with her, if only every drop of blood hadn’t already shifted from my brain to my dick.
She brought her hands up to unbutton her shirt, slipping it off her shoulders in one smooth move to let it fall to the floor, leaving her standing there wearing a pale pink bra that barely contained her luscious tits. She reached behind her and lowered the zipper on her skirt, letting it pool around her feet for a moment before stepping aside to kick it out of the way. The sight of her standing there in nothing but her lacy bra, matching pink lacy panties, and those fuck-me heels made my cock surge against my zipper again. I carefully – really fucking carefully – lowered my zipper, adjusting myself to bring some momentary relief.
I licked my lips as I watched her reach behind herself again - this time to unfasten her bra – and the movement made her arch her back and push her chest out toward me for a few seconds. My cock was pulsing with every beat of my heart as I watched her slip the bra straps down her arms one at a time, inch by fucking inch as she held the cups in place over her tits. I clenched my fists against the need to rip that bit of lace out of her hands, my eyes staring at it as if I could see through the material. She shifted her hands slightly to let the bra fall to the floor, and immediately cupped her hands over her tits instead. I groaned at her shyness, needing to see her bare skin. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to regain control over the need I could feel racing through my veins. I warned myself again to take it slow.Don’t scare her off, asshole!
I opened my eyes, mentally prepared to slow down and ease Molly into things, when I noticed that she wasn’t just cupping her tits to cover them. Holy fuck, she was squeezing them together, then kneading them slowly. I glanced at her, only to find her eyes unwavering as she stared at me, as if she were waiting for my reaction. She smiled again and arched a brow at me, clearly waiting for a response, and I realized then what I had missed before. I’d thought her hesitation meant she was innocent and sheltered – not a virgin, but probably not very experienced. But hell no, as I watched her now, circling both nipples with her fingertips, then running the pads of her fingers over the tight buds, I realized the truth. She moaned softly, her breath hitching in her throat as she flicked her nipples, before lightly tugging on them. Goddamned, my Angel’s halo was a little bit crooked, because she wasn’t nearly as innocent as she looked.
With her gaze locked on mine, she brought her index finger up to her lips and slipped it inside her mouth, sucking on it for a moment before bringing it back down to circle the now-wet pad of her finger over the top of one rosy, pink tip. My cock surged against my opened jeans, and I felt my knees get a little weak. Her eyes fluttered closed at the sensation of her own touch, and I watched as a flush spread over the creamy white skin of her upper chest and creeped up her neck. I stepped close to her and kissed her again, a bruising, almost punishing kiss that pushed the boundaries of my control as she tried to take over, sucking my tongue into her mouth. The sensation shot straight to my cock, and I grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me with a grip tight that would probably leave a bruise or two. I dipped my head, sucking hard at that little spot in the crook of her neck that I’d nipped at a few minutes ago and she gasped.
“Jagger, you’re going to leave a mark,” she cautioned breathlessly, all the while angling her head to allow me even better access to her neck.
