Free No Strings Attached (The Escort #1) by Kristen Strassel Page A

Jagger caught me, slamming me back down. The time to be gentle was over. Just to make sure, I squirmed against his hands, but he tightened his grip, making sure I had no escape from whatever he planned to do next.
    Jagger quickly ran his tongue the length of my slit, settling on my clit. He rolled his tongue across it, and then began sucking, still pressing against the most tender spots. I cried out, raking my hand through his hair hard, pushing his head against my throbbing body. Not being able to move was going to split me in two. It didn’t stop me from trying, but Jagger wanted what he wanted. The next push on my hips sent my head off the foot of the bed.
    He didn’t notice, his hands were too busy kneading the soft skin on my hips, and his tongue just wouldn’t stop. He tickled just below my clit, licking and sucking and driving me to the point that I couldn’t even think in words. Just in colors. Mostly reds and oranges as he ignited everything inside me that had laid dormant and starving for so long.
    His tongue swirled around my opening so slowly, not missing a drop of my arousal before pushing himself inside. God, I was so ready for this. Jagger pressed hard against my inner walls and I squeezed against him, wanting to hold him as tight as he was holding me. He moaned against my hot, wet skin, and the vibration was all I needed to trip the explosion.
    Fireworks appeared against those hot colors painted on the inside of my eyelids. Fuzzy black splotches that vibrated the length of my body, singeing every nerve ending on the way down. Those explosions coursed through my body, taking no prisoners. I had no escape with my head hanging off the end of the bed and Jagger still holding my body down.
    The release split my brain in two. This amazing peace took its place as Jagger drank down every bit of it. I panted, my breaths in time with the movements of his lips. I was too limp to move when he let go of me.
    I couldn’t see what he was doing, but his shirt floated past my head, landing on the floor, followed by the pants. No underwear followed, so either he still had them on or he hadn’t bothered with any. I took the opportunity to peel off the rest of my clothes. As his hands landed on either side of my shoulders, his erection bumped against my stomach. Nope, no underwear.
    “How are you doing?” Jagger’s words came slow between gasps of air. He melted down against my body, his rigid cock burning between us. I still hadn’t caught my breath, and he pushed my damp hair away from my face to plant a hungry kiss on my open lips.
    Breathing was overrated, anyway.
    And I couldn’t believe how good I tasted as I licked myself off of his lips. At first I cringed at the thought, but Jagger’s words echoed through my brain. No apologies. Getting Rich to go downtown had been such a monumental campaign that it was hardly worth the reward. Sex with anyone else since hadn’t meant enough to care. This guy had already become a part of me and it was going to be absolute torment when we had to tear ourselves apart at the end of the weekend.
    But now we were together and I was going to savor every drop of passion that beaded against our skin until I had to scrub myself clean. Free to move, I wrapped my leg around Jagger’s hips, slowly moving it against the high curve of his ass. I couldn’t wait to see his body totally bare. I already knew he was going to be perfect, deliberate and sculpted. To think he was on top of me, inside me, and I didn’t even know what every part of him looked like was so exciting. The best was yet to come. I knew it.
    Jagger trapped my leg with his hand and rolled back up off my body. Something ripped open and he let go of me. When his cock moved against my sex, we were only separated by the condom and again we were moving in the same rhythm. He had me wide open, my leg pressed against his back as he positioned himself. Inch by inch he stretched me, and I moaned as he buried himself all the way