The Con (15 page)

I reach down to take a sip of my Coke as I
ask, "Why don't you have any tattoos? Are you afraid of the pain?"
Even I have a pair of ballet slippers tattooed near the base of my
foot, right next to my ankle.

"Pain doesn't scare me, twinkle toes. I had
a drunk for a father. I'm used to being slapped around."

This doesn’t exactly shock me, but it's
still sad to think of a young Jagger being hit by his dad.

"Tattoos are permanent markings, another way
for someone to identify you. In my line of work you can't risk
someone seeing something like that. It increases your chances of
getting caught and your ass thrown in jail."

"That makes sense."

We're quiet for the most part as we finish
eating. Jagger flicks through the channels on the TV but there
isn't much to choose from, mostly just soft-core porn. Once I've
eaten until I'm uncomfortably full I get up and wash my hands
before returning back to the bed and lying down for the evening.
Jagger's already put the almost empty box of pizza on top of the
dresser and next to the TV. The remaining unopened cans of Coke are
next to it.

I try to lie perfectly still as I focus on
what Jagger's watching on TV. The music ends as the screen turns to
black and then a new program is starting. The camera lens is
purposely unfocused as the beginning credits scroll on the
television. A Brandon Boner production comes across the screen
before two female and two male names I've never heard of glide
across the screen. Then the lens focuses in on four people having
drinks at a bar. Nothing has happened yet, but by the terrible
acting and the way the actresses are dressed, it's easy to
determine that Jagger has a porno on.

Turning my back to him, I face the window
covered with thick brown curtains and close my eyes, attempting to
ignore the television and go to sleep.

It's impossible. Between the panting,
slurping, and other sexual sounds coming from the television, and
Jagger's body moving every so often, I'm distracted... and turned
on. It's embarrassing but true. It's hard not to be with the sounds
coming from the TV and knowing Jagger is pretty much naked just a
few feet away. I pull the sheet up further, so the material is
covering most of my body.

"Do you want me to turn it off?"

Oh, thank God.

"Could you, please? I can't fall asleep with
all that... noise."

"It's all good. I've seen this one before
anyway." The obnoxious sounds of sex immediately disappear and the
room goes dark now that the only light coming from the television
is gone. It's eerily quiet as Jagger settles under the sheet, and
I'm even more awake than I was a few minutes ago.

"So you watch a lot of porn?" I ask him. If
I'm forced to be awake, he's going to be awake, too.

"Define a lot?" His bare legs brushes
against the back of my thigh as he tries to get comfortable. "I'm
just kidding around, twinkle toes. Sure, I watch porn every once in
a while, but it's not a part of my daily routine. It's only when
I'm really bored, or the guys and I have nothing to do on a
Saturday night."

I don’t respond as I close my eyes again and
try to relax. I just need to forget that an almost naked Jagger is
lying behind me. I need to remember how he made me feel five years
ago after we slept together–empty and alone. He took my virginity
and then he took my dignity the next morning. He treated me
horribly and only started talking to me recently because he needed
something.

I'm getting furious just thinking about it,
digging up all the old memories. I pined after him for years,
finally had him, and then I didn't anymore. Even after all of that,
I wouldn't change anything. I still have a love for him that can't
be explained, because I shouldn't love him. I shouldn't feel this
way about him when he doesn't share the same feelings. For the
longest time I was just a charity case to him, and when I was old
enough I became a sexual conquest. Something he claimed before
moving on to the next girl.

As I go over the memories in my head, I'm
debating throwing my clothes back on and asking for another room,
but then I feel his breath on the back of my neck as a hand touches
my towel-covered hip and squeezes gently. His other hand comes up
to move the strands of damp hair off to one side of my neck. Then
his mouth is on me, his lips brushing between my shoulder blades
before kissing the back of my neck. I shiver uncontrollably before
whispering, "What are you doing?"

His lips linger on my skin as a soft, needy
sound escapes his mouth. "I'm giving us both what we've wanted for
a long time." His hand slips around to the front of my body and I
quiver with anticipation of what's to come. His fingertips graze my
inner thigh before slipping underneath my towel and trailing up my
leg. His lips never leave my skin as he kisses his way to the
sensitive spot right below my ear. "I've wanted you for so long,
twinkle toes."

The tip of one of his fingers brushes along
my mound before sliding against my clit. "This isn't smart," I pant
out, unable to restrain the excitement in my voice. "We need a good
night sleep. We have too much to deal with in the morning."

"All the more reason to indulge tonight. We
might not have tomorrow." His words grant him an all access pass to
my body. We don't know what will happen tomorrow, and I'm not going
to waste what might be my last chance to be with Jagger.

I tilt my head, giving him better access to
my neck as his lips trail back down my skin and his fingers move
urgently against my swollen center. He parts my folds as his thumb
rubs slow, pressured circles against my clit. His cock hardens
behind me.

This isn't smart. He's just using me, using
my body to get off. He'll leave me when this is all over. I should
stop this before I can get hurt, but even as I think the thoughts I
push my ass back to grind against his erection. He continues to
play with my clit; his fingers helping me chase my release, a
release that is building quicker and quicker under his touch.

His other hand moves to my backside, lifting
the towel so my ass is bare to him and that's when I realize he's
gotten rid of his towel, too. There is no barrier between us, and
nothing stopping his hard length from sliding against me.

And that's what he does. Spreading my legs
slightly, he nestles his cock between the apex of my thighs as he
slides between my folds, teasing me and then pulling away. With
each thrust the head of his cock grazes my clit and the dual
stimulation of his fingers and cock push me over the edge. I come
harder than I have in five years.

Dougy was good in bed, but no one ever
compared to Jagger. He was my first and he was the best, somehow
able to open the door to an infinite world of pleasure even during
my first time. Now I'm getting another taste of him and with one
orgasm he's reminding me of why no other man will ever compare to
him.

I'm okay if death comes tomorrow, as long as
he continues to give me this perfect bliss tonight.

As I come down from my euphoric high and the
endorphins begin to settle, Jagger flips me around to my other side
so we're chest to chest, and then his lips collide with mine. It's
messy and fierce, but as his lips move against mine and he pries
them open with his tongue, I can't help but growl against him,
begging him to continue and take what he wants from me.

His hand grips the back of my thigh before
bending my knee and hitching my leg up and around his hip so I am
open and exposed for him. His cock slides against the wetness
between my legs as the engorged head of his cock teases my
core.

My nipples tingle as the hard buds press
against his slick chest coated in sweat. His lips move from mine as
he kisses down my neck and to my clavicle, whispering against my
skin. "How have I let myself go so long without this?"

I don't know if
this
is referring to
sex, intimacy, or me, and I don’t care, just as long as he doesn’t
stop touching me.

He licks a trail back up my neck with his
tongue before leaving small, urgent kisses against my chin, then my
cheek, and then my nose. I let out a staggered breath against his
prickly cheek and then he's inside me. One thrust and I'm filled
with eight thick inches of perfection. As he begins to pull out I
let out a tortured noise and then he thrusts back in, filling me
completely. I’m on the brink of another orgasm and he's barely
moved inside me.

His fingers dig into the back of my thigh as
he begins to ruthlessly fuck me, hitting my body hard with every
thrust. His movements are effortless as his cock rubs against my
g-spot, creating the perfect friction and I'm ready to come.

I lace my fingers in his hair and pull his
mouth to mine, kissing him with a fiery passion I didn’t have the
first time we had sex. I was young, too young to know what I wanted
and ask for what I needed.

I'm older now, and I need him to continue
the kiss. I need his mouth to drown out the sounds of my screams as
he makes me come for a second time tonight.

My orgasm builds and my pussy tightens as he
grinds against me in just the right place, and then I climax. My
back arches as his free hand wraps around the back of my head and
he holds me to him. I scream his name into his mouth and he bites
down on my bottom lip, thrusting inside me once more while he
comes. His seed shooting inside me, filling me completely and I
love the feeling of it. I love knowing a little bit of him is
inside me, staking claim to me.

He never took the time to wear protection
but I'm not worried. I get a shot for birth control.

I whimper against his mouth as I come down
from the heavenly feeling his body just gave me. When his lips
release mine, his head falls forward as his sweaty forehead meets
mine, his uneven breath tickling my lips.

"Wow," he pants before leaving a chaste kiss
on my damp, swollen mouth. "I can't believe I've been missing that
all this time."

Smiling against his lips as I feel his cock
twitch inside me I whisper, "You only missed it because you left me
all those years ago. If you would have stayed you could have been
getting this the entire time."

His hands come up to grip my shoulders as he
pulls his face slightly away from me so that he can look me in the
eyes. His eyes drift over my features, trying to read me. "I only
left because you deserved better, twinkle toes. If I had stayed
that night, I would have ruined your life. You were going places
and I would have only gotten in the way."

"I was going nowhere," I interrupt. "I had
just found out any chance at a dancing career was over. That night
I felt like the world around me was crumbling down. I was miserable
before you walked me home, and then you gave me something I had
wanted for a long time. You gave me you and I thought maybe, just
maybe, things might turn around, but then I woke up and you were
gone and my life got that much worse."

His right hand moves from my shoulder and up
to cup my cheek before brushing my damp, sweaty hair away from my
forehead. "Oh, twinkle toes. I didn't know that at the time. I
thought I was doing right by you. I only found out later, months
after you started attending the local high school, what had
happened. By then you were dating Dougy."

He leans in to leave a soft kiss against my
forehead. Theses tender kisses have become my favorite. When his
lips touch my forehead or temple I savor the moment.

"Can we not talk about this right now. I'm
happy, sated, and tired. I don't want to get worked up and start
second-guessing the last five years of my life tonight. I want to
lay here in ignorant bliss."

"Sure, twinkle toes." He pulls his softened
cock out of me before turning me back around in his arms so he's
spooning me from behind. His lips press against the back of my ear.
"We can talk tomorrow, sweet girl. Tonight I'm just going to hold
you. I promise to be here when you wake up."

Chapter Thirteen

My eyes stay closed as I begin to wake up
from an uninterrupted sleep and instinctively I know I'm alone in
bed. Jagger must have left me... again. It's just another one of
his broken promises. My eyelids flutter open and I adjust to the
dark room, following the traces of sunlight coming from the motel
room door.

Jagger is sitting on the ground, his back
resting against the open door as he peers out at the parking lot.
He's bare chested, wearing only underwear as he inhales a drag from
his lit cigarette, pausing for several seconds before exhaling the
smoke out into the open air. His hair is a tousled mess on top of
his head and I'm sure it drives him crazy that it's no longer long
enough to pull behind his ears or throw back in a hair tie.

Pulling the sheet up to cover my naked body,
I sit up in bed and let out an intentional cough to get his
attention. His eyes find mine and he slowly grins before taking
another drag of his cigarette.

"Sleep well, twinkle toes?"

I did. I slept better than I have in a long
time, which is a thought I can dissect later because I should have
had a restless sleep. A cartel is possibly after us and we have two
million in cash just sitting in our motel room ready for anyone to
just come in and take.

I try not to think about Matteo Esposito
because when I do, news stories I've seen over the years pop in my
head. There were dismembered bodies, bloody massacres, and the few
he did leave alive didn't have tongues to speak about it.

"I slept great. How did you sleep?"

He tosses the end of his cigarette out onto
the parking lot before getting up and walking back inside. The door
to the motel room shuts behind him as he strolls over to the bed,
over to me. Leaning in he pushes me teasingly on the bed, my back
flat against the mattress as he falls on top of me and kisses me
softly. His lips are soft and I can taste the lingering nicotine
from his smoke break, something that I crave because it's
distinctly Jagger.