Page 49 of Jagger
“So, does that mean we have nine more minutes together?” I asked, sliding my arms around her, and pulling her back against me. I’d woken up with my cock wedged against her ass again, and it was quickly becoming my very favorite way to wake up.
She groaned then looked over her shoulder at me with a grin. “Fine,” she said, then giggled, “just don’t expect me to have much energy this go-round. You might have to do all the work.”
“I don’t mind that at all, Angel. You just lay right there if you want, maybe slide your knee higher on the mattress and angle your sweet ass up just a little bit,” I instructed as I peppered kisses along her shoulder and up the nape of her neck. I shifted just a little, so I could slide my dick between her legs and along her slick pussy, groaning at the feel of her wet heat on the head of my cock.”
“Condom,” she reminded me, her breath catching at the sensation.
I grunted and reached for one – I’d left a pile of the things on the top of the nightstand last night. I quickly wrapped up, then grasped her hip, and slid inside gently before pulling back and thrusting in a little harder. Molly pushed her ass back in time with my thrusts, grinding against me each time I buried myself to the hilt. I slid my hand from her hip to reach around between her legs, rubbing against her clit as I whispered in her ear how fucking good she felt wrapped around me. Knowing we didn’t have long, I pinched her swollen little nub, and she came, just like I knew she would. The feel of her tight pussy squeezing me even harder milked every drop of cum from my balls. I thought, not for the first time, how much I wanted to take her raw.
I waited until we were in the shower together before I brought up the subject.
“We’re getting tested, Molly. I need to be inside this sweet cunt of yours without anything between us. You up for that?” I knew she was on birth control because they’d fallen out of her purse one night when she’d pulled out her apartment keys to lock up.
She stilled, looking over her shoulder at me again and studying my face. “I got tested last summer, twice, after my ex cheated. We’d always been careful. I mean, I’ve never had actual sex without a condom, but I wanted to be sure since we…did other stuff without one,” she trailed off, looking uncomfortable with what she’d shared.
I clenched my jaw as I tried not to picture her having sex with someone who wasn’t me, and nodded, grateful that she hadn’t elaborated more on the “other stuff.” I preferred to imagine that her fantastic blow-job skills were just a talent she’d developed overnight, rather than from previous practice. I didn’t even want to think about another man tasting her sweet pussy. Ignorance was bliss, as the saying goes.
“I haven’t done anything with anyone since then until you, and I can show you the results, but I’m happy to get tested again,” she offered, but I shook my head.
“Not necessary, Angel. I believe you. Just so you know, I have never, ever, fucked without wrapping up. King drilled that into us from the time we hit puberty. I still get tested every three months, just in case. I’ve always been negative across the board, but I’ll test again before we ditch the rubbers.”
Just the thought of sliding inside her without latex between us got me half-hard, but I knew we didn’t have time to do anything about it.
After we got out of the shower and dried off, Molly unpacked her blow-dryer and assorted creams and hair goop, then started combing her wet hair. I got ready next to her, thankful that this house had come with double sinks and a nice big countertop in the bathroom attached to the primary bedroom. I ended up just watching her, as she slathered lotion on every inch of her body she could reach, then rubbed some other kind of moisturizer on her face before applying a little bit of make-up which she didn’t even need. I loved the sight of her - freshly scrubbed just out of the shower - but the one time I’d mentioned it, she’d insisted she needed to wear make-up to “feel put together”, whatever the hell that meant. I wasn’t the smartest man in the world, but even I knew better than to argue at that point. If it made her feel good, then that was what mattered. She squeezed some crap out of a tube and ran it through her hair, then blow-dried it, using some strange attachment on the end of the dryer that she informed me was a diffuser. It apparently helped with her wavy hair somehow. She tried to explain the process, but my eyes glazed over midway through. I didn’t ask any more questions after that.
I helped her pack up her toiletries so she wouldn’t be late and discovered that the peach scent I always smelled on her came from her shampoo and other hair stuff, and the vanilla scent came from her lotion. I snapped pictures of all of it without her looking, so I could stock it here and in my room at the clubhouse for her.
She hurried off to school as soon as she was ready, grumbling that it was a good thing today was Friday. I promised I would see her that night, since we were going to have dinner with her friend Emma and her husband again.
Molly texted me mid-afternoon to cancel, letting me know she’d started getting sick before lunch and ended up going home early. She was afraid she had the flu, which had been going around the school all week. She told me that Ethan had gone home sick as well, and several of her “kiddos” as she called them, were absent, too. As soon as I saw the text, I called her.
“I’m coming over to take care of you. What do you need me to bring, soup, orange juice, tissues?”
“Oh, honey, I appreciate that, but you do not want to catch this, trust me.”
“Angel, I don’t like the idea of you being alone when you’re sick.”
“I’ll be fine. This seems to only last a day or two for most people, so I’ll be feeling better by Sunday at the latest, I’m sure.”
After making her promise to call me if she needed anything, or started to feel worse, I hung up with her and called Rome to check on Ethan.
“Hey, I just talked to Molly, and she’s coming down with this flu going around. She said E was sent home from school early?”
“Yeah, he’s taking a nap now. Abby called his pediatrician, who gave her a list of over-the-counter stuff for him, so I just got back from the pharmacy. I’m trying to get her to go to her folks’ house for the weekend, so she doesn’t catch this shit, but she won’t do it. Told me she probably already has his germs, so there’s no point. I’m making her keep her ass in our bedroom though, and I told Picasso to cover my appointments so I can take care of E. Pic’s not happy about it, but he can get the fuck over it. It’s about damn time he did something around there lately, anyway.”
“Stubborn women. Molly won’t let me come over to take care of her, either. Give me a shout if you need me to run out and get anything for you guys.”
I was stuck at the bar for three more hours, dealing with a petty squabble between two of the waitresses about who was getting better tables and tips, and trying to track down a bartender who didn’t show up for his shift. I finally called one of the prospects in to cover for the asshat, after leaving a final message for my now-former bartender letting him know he was officially unemployed. I took some time in between dealing with all the bullshit to go online to find and order Molly’s peach and vanilla scented girly crap, arranging for it to be shipped to me at the bar on Monday. I also slipped out for a bit to the clinic to get tested. The sooner I got the all-clear to fuck my girl skin-to-skin, the better.
Since my plans had fallen through, as soon as Hawk showed up to cover the bar for the rest of the night, I decided to head over to the clubhouse to hang out for a while. It was a good idea until the bunnies showed up. Paisley made a beeline for me as I was sitting around shootin’ the shit with Joker and Skid, draping herself over my back and trying to kiss my neck. I stood up so fast she almost fell on her ass. I didn’t even try to catch her. Normally, I’d never treat a woman like that, but I figured she got what she deserved this time.
“I told you to knock that shit off, Paisley. I’ve got a woman, and I’m not interested in anything you’re offering.”
She righted herself and smirked up at me, with her fake tits all but falling out of the tiny little top she was wearing. I looked at her, with her overly made-up face, ridiculously long fake eyelashes, and overall slutty appearance, and wondered how the hell I’d ever stuck my dick in her. “That’s fine for now, Jagger, but you’ll come find me when you need a real woman to fuck. I know just how you like it, remember?” she said coyly, reaching out to cup my groin.
I grabbed her hand before she could touch me and enjoyed the small flash of fear on her face as I squeezed just a little harder than I normally would have, then flung her arm away from me.
“Don’t ever fucking try to touch me again, do you hear me?” I shouted, getting the attention of just about every person in the room. “That goes for all of you other bitches, too. Understand? I am not interested.” She turned on her heel and strutted off, trying to pretend she wasn’t thoroughly pissed off. I saw Ace reach out to grab her and rolled my eyes as she climbed on his lap with a smile, throwing a triumphant look my way as if I were gonna give a shit whose dick she was about to ride.
