“Jagger was being flirty with me in the beginning. I don’t think he’s with me because of my age or his mother. When I think about it, I don’t know maybe it’s just because he knows me.”
“David thinks I have abandonment issues. My mum didn’t leave me she was taken away.”
“Taken?” I didn’t know what meant. He didn’t say anything so I looked at David.
“Jagger’s mother was murdered.”
Oh my god! I didn’t remember seeing that when I was Googling his name.
“I didn’t know that,” I said.
“She was murdered by a home invader when I was ten.” I was hearing this for the first time right from Jagger. “A drug addict with a gun. You would think I wouldn’t do drugs if a drug addict killed my mum. Life is full of surprises.”
“Jagger, one thing has absolutely nothing to do with the other. Childhood trauma manifests itself in many ways.” The room went silent. “Katrina, how are you doing? You feeling ambushed?”
“Ah, not ambushed, just misinformed.”
“Well, I’ve said a lot. I’ve given you a lot to think about for one day. I’m going to turn in.” David stood. “It was nice to meet you, Katrina. I’m not sure if I’ll see you again. Probably scared you away.” David approached with his hand extended. “There isn’t anything wrong with being scared away. Your instincts and feelings matter.”
I took his hand. “It was nice meeting you too.”
Jagger stood next to me. We watched David leave the room.
“That was bloody intense.”
“Yes, it was.”
“I hope this didn’t scare you away from me.”
“No.” I shook my head. “Why don’t you ever talk about your father?”
“He is dead.”
“Oh.”
“I’m a real orphan.”
“What happened to him?”
“He wasn’t murdered.” He nervously chuckled. “Are you running to your car or do you want to go make out in my room?”
“The second thing for sure.” He changed the subject and I let him do it.
He grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. We jogged our way up the back staircase and down the hall to a bedroom in the back of the house.
My eyes roamed the plain room, a bed, a chaise lounge, a lamp, one end table, a closet, a dresser and—
“You have three guitars.”
“I do, a bass, electric and acoustic.”
He was standing behind me and pulling my shirt over my head. His hands unhooked my bra in the back and it was tossed somewhere. His hands cupped my breasts better than any underwire. My nipple twisted into points when his lips nibbled at my neck. His hands were fast as lightning and I was pulled out of my shoes, jeans, and socks. I was in my birthday suit sprawled out on the bed. Jagger gave the best missionary. He actually gave the best everything. I watched him undress and it was a real gun show. All his muscles flexed and stretched. My eyes drifted down to his second-best assets, his dick. I placed his smile as his best asset because I didn’t want to be a complete slut. Who was I kidding? I never had this level of desire pointed toward me and I would gladly be slutty for him.
He crawled on the bed a positioned his body on top of mine. He dipped down to kiss me.
My eyes rolled back when he entered me. The glide was smooth. I was wet but that didn’t stop me from holding my breath. There was something about being in his room that seemed dangerous and forbidden. It was like we were sneaking around.
Jagger loved kissing and he blessed me with his mouth and tongue. He could kiss in rhythm, which was a hard thing to do. My chin arched up as he licked my lips and trailed his way from my chin to my neck. He sucked my collarbone and I gasped. His body stayed warm when I stayed cold. He was above me and I needed to have him on top of me, I loved feeling crushed and smothered by him.
When I tugged at his body he knew what that meant. He lowered himself on me and I took in his heavy frame. The tightness of our connection turned me on. I removed my hands from his back and run them up to his neck. I scratched my fingertips through his wet hair.
“Fuck!” He groaned into my ear as he stirred his dick inside me and rendered me helpless.
Just when I thought he was going to bring me to orgasm he lifted his body up. My eyes crept open and he was looking down on me. My mouth was open, my chest was heaving I wanted to come all over his cock.
“I have something to tell you.” He picked now to confess?
“Tell me,” I muttered with a dry starchy throat.
Jagger placed both his hands on the sides of my cheeks. “I’m in love with you.”
The world stopped along with my heartbeat. “No, you’re not.”
“Yes, no bullshit. I’m in love with you.” His glare was penetrating and mesmerizing.
“Has anybody told you, you’re not supposed to make any declarations of love when you have your dick inside someone.”
“Is that a bloody rule?”
“It’s a law.”
“American laws are rubbish. I don’t abide by your laws.”
I giggled. “You are full of shit.”
“And you are full of my big ass cock.”
“Yes, I am.” I was tickled.
“Seriously babe, I love you. It’s okay that you don’t love me back. I have weeks to win you over.”
“How are you going to do that?
“I’m going to enchant you with my magic wand. Treat you like a Queen and probably do some nasty kinky things to you.”
“I look forward to it.”
“I wish we could stay this way forever. I’m happy here.”
“Inside me.”
“Yes, of course.” I let out a hearty laugh. His accent was so adorable. “Hey, your laughing is going to make me come prematurely.”
“Whatever?” I grinned.
“Your insides contract and vibrate when you laugh. I’m going to blow if you do it
