“What are you doing?” Karessa asks, cautiously.
“Testing it out.” I pull up the app and turn it on.
Karessa tenses and I go through the modes until I find the one that gets her going, then turn it off.
“We’re going to have so much fun with this, sweet baby.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Karessa
Jagger is an evil sex genius.I know because he’d gone out of his way to sit across from me for dinner. He wants to watch me squirm with the vibe. Worse, I’m also in Oran’s line of sight. The crush has diminished greatly but that doesn’t mean his attractiveness vanishes all of a sudden. It’s a double whammy that could kill me softly.
My husband lures me in with a false sense of security by allowing me to get into a good conversation before turning on the vibe. I cough to cover up my moan as the vibrations hit my clit the right way. I cut my eyes to Jagger and the lustful stare of his doesn’t help me calm down. I nod at something Kimberly says but am unable to reply. I sip some water and relax a little when he turns it off.
The conversation continues without anyone noticing my predicament until Jagger turns it on again. He keeps it on the same vibration pattern but turns up the intensity. I close my eyes to keep our company from seeing the roll but I can’t do away with what’s happening. Jagger wants me to cum.
When I glance up again I realize Oran is watching me squirm. His inky head is kind of cocked to the side like he’s trying to figure out my problem, but he’s engaging enough to not bring attention to me. I attempt to avoid eye contact because it’s all too much, highly inappropriate yet very arousing. Crossing my legs doesn’t work, it just makes it worse. Jagger smiles evilly at Oran and it’s like the Wonder Twins are in sync with my torture. Jagger takes it up to a different pattern that confuses my clit then brings it back to the one he knows I like. My skin prickles as my body heats up.
I would say that I can’t believe Jagger would do this to me, but I can. Not only does it amuse him, but I also know it’ll be motivation for later. I uncross then recross my legs but realize there’s only one way out of this.
Planting my feet, I pretend to be hyper focused on my food because I can’t look anyone in the face right now. My hand clenches and I grab my thigh to give it something to do. I glance up to check the temperature and everyone else is laughing at a story Kimberly is telling. Jagger’s whiskey eyes trap mine because he’s hungry for completion. I bite my left hand as the first wave hits me, and I’m treated to the intrigued stare from stormy gray eyes. I see Oran watch me cum right before I close my eyes.
* * *
It’s easierthan I thought to pretend nothing happened at the dinner table. It just means I’ve spent enough time in Jagger’s life to where this shit is beginning to feel normal. It’s obvious Oran is with the shits and that has been proven time and time again. The worrier in me is nervous when Jagger gets ready to race Ainslee because I don’t want anything to happen to them, but the logical side knows they’re well versed in this sort of thing. The horndog in me is lusting at the way Jagger looks on the motorcycle and how he handles the bike.
Mack starts the race and I am both scared and excited as they zip off. I’m not paying attention when I move over to ask Oran a question. My body brushes his as I ask about the outcome. I take a step back to put a little distance between us as I await his answer.
A month or so ago his smirk would have been devastating. I’m not as big as a fangirl but this relaxed and flirty Oran is a side of him I’ve never seen until lately. I know why Ainslee be giving him the Anime love eyes. I saw his post last night and it was damn cute. Some of that flies out of the window when he mentions spankings.
Yes, Oran and Jagger are best friends for a reason. They’re both good at making me blush.
I watch Jagger and Ainslee reminisce on the times they had when they were younger because out of the four of us, she’s the youngest yet she and Jagger have the longest history of the group. She was in his life before Oran.
Seeing them interact like they were each other’s favorite person to hate, I understand how Jagger thought they might end up together. I check to see if I feel some sort of way about it but I don’t. We were serious when we chose to commit to each other.
Oran makes a joke about their banter but just how these arrangements were designed, Jagger goes straight to me and Ainslee to Oran. We leave Oran and Ainslee outside and join the others in Deacon's beautiful home.
“You ready to get fucked in the hot tub?” Jagger whispers as he grabs my ass.
“Um aren’t we going as a group?”
Jagger pushes his hair out of his face and looks me in the eyes. “So?”
I should’ve known better. Jagger continues to show me he has no boundaries, especially in front of his best friend yet I keep asking crazy questions.
“Okay, then. Let’s go.”
“We will, Sweet Baby. Trust me.”
There is such sexual promise in the simple sentence, I know if I were still wearing the vibe, he’d turn it back on just to tease me.
Once we’re back at the Spa, I tell Jagger to go ahead while I shower and I’ll meet them at the hot tub. I shower quickly and pull out my bikini. Sliding into the bottoms, I check myself in the mirror, it’s not a thong but it shows more of my ass since he loves it. I string on the top and make sure the triangles cover my breasts. My nipples press against the material but there’s nothing I can do about it; Jagger has had me aroused all day. The activities kept him busy but I’m not stupid to believe Jagger wouldn’t have found a way or time to screw me if he wanted. We’re both aware that the night before was wild but if he needs me to help him by taking the brunt of his restlessness, I will.
I wrap myself in a robe and leave to meet up with them. My body is a vessel of anticipation. The closer I get, the more aroused I become. My nipples have only gotten harder on the small elevator ride and my pussy clenches for attention when I hear Jagger’s sexy chuckle followed by Oran's. I briefly wonder if Ainslee is behind schedule with me but I see her in the water having a personal music party with her eyes closed. Jagger sees me first as I move to the edge where the tub’s stairs are located. He watches as I toss my robe to join the others. The way he looks at my barely there bikini is almost enough to make me cum.
“Come here,” he orders. “Not the stairs.” He turns and pats the surface to where he’s at. “Right here.”
