“This is one of the reasons why I’ll never doubt your intelligence.”
I snort but he’s looking at me like he can see me naked. “Let’s go,” he orders.
“But our guests-”
My sentence falls short when he pulls me close to his hard chest. His mouth is near my temple when he speaks.
“Are about to see your titty or my dick because I’m pulling one out within the next minute.”
Jagger yanks me towards the rooms. I mumble something about going to change to the people we pass.
Chapter Twelve
Karessa
Jagger passesthe changing room and takes me upstairs to one of the unused rooms and pushes me inside. His lips are on mine before the door closes and I’m determined to get him out of his tux. He turns me away from him and sucks on my neck as he frees me from the bodice of my dress. It isn’t a hard feat due to the deep V of the front and back. My dress stops at my hips and he unzips the part at my ass a little then pushes it down.
“You found the zipper fast.”
“Not really, I’ve been strategizing getting you out of this dress all night.
Both hands engulf my naked breasts and I grind against him for more friction.
“Mmm. You know what this and our first dance makes me think about?”
“Hmm?”
“The last time you shook your ass on me. Your Dirty Thirty party last year. You were wearing that little silver dress and grinding on me like it was your job.” He rips my tights until they’re practically thigh highs. “I was tempted to slide my hand between your thighs and play with your pussy. Give you the best kind of gift.”
He uses his fingers to tease me. “First, we were drinking and you patted my ass and asked if my moves had gotten better since prom.” My breath hitches when he hooks his fingers inside of me. “And I wanted you to touch me. It was an invitation. Do you remember what song was playing?”
He pinches my nipple as his fingers continue to tease me. “No.”
My head falls back on his shoulder. “Break up with your girlfriend...” I can’t help but sing it.
“Fuck, that makes my dick harder. I didn’t think your Oran crush made such offers possible.”
“I was team Jagger that night.”
He moves out of my reach and sits on the table that is covered in leftover tulle. He unbuttons and unzips his pants then leans back and lifts his hips to push them and his boxers down. His dick pops out and makes my mouth water.
“Get on and show me your dirty thoughts.”
“Just show? You don’t want to hear about how I got myself off to the thought of you that night? Or how I did again imagining myself in a Jagger and Oran sandwich?”
“Damn, I love how dirty the princess’s mind is.”
He grabs my hips when I climb on and I release a sound somewhere between a sigh and a moan when I slide all the way down.
“Mmm. Such wet and snug pussy. I can hit it when I want it...yeah, yeah cause it’s mine,” he sings.
I’d laugh if I wasn't mesmerized by Oran eating out Ainslee. I don’t know when they got there but being able to see them in the adjoined office makes my walls clench.
“Oh, yes. I see you finally noticed them,” Jagger teases. I try to drop my head but Jagger holds me by my throat. “Keep riding you sexy bitch.” I bite my lip as my walls twitch again. Somehow he gets away with shit that’d have me fighting others. “Told you, you liked it.”
I pop him on the lips and he just smiles and licks his lips. “You’re insane.”
I moan because I’m the most turned on I remember being to date. Jagger feels so fucking good inside of me that my gyrations become faster and rougher. Ainslee screaming Oran’s name makes me wetter, but I almost die when his gray eyes lock with mine.
