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

inside. He stayed there, not moving and I held onto his cock for dear life. It was the only thing keeping me on the bed. My back curled up off the mattress when his fingers grazed against my nipple so lightly it burned instead of tickled. A few lazy circles and a firm motion over the rock hard nub before he rocked his hips back and slammed into me.
    I hadn’t expected it. Clutching big handfuls of the comforter, I did everything I could to stay with him as he rammed into me again and again, his balls slapping against my swollen lips. Jagger was absolutely relentless and I loved every second of it. Drops of his sweat mingled with mine, but he kept time like a double bass drum. I knew I was crying out, but I didn’t hear myself. The only sensation I could concentrate on was his body moving in and out of me so many times I didn’t know how I hadn’t dissolved into a puddle or how he hadn’t drowned in it yet.
    I barely even registered that I was falling off the bed from the momentum of his thrusts. I had enough wherewithal to put my hands down to aid the slide. Jagger didn’t even slow down as we landed in a heap on the floor. I crawled back to give him room to work and gasped.
    Now I could see his face. He was drenched with sweat and I knew he couldn’t keep up this pace much longer. He fell forward, his thrusts beginning to slow, and I pulled him down to my face by his wet hair.
    “You’re beautiful,” I breathed against his lips. I tried to catch them in a kiss, but instead he bit down hard on his bottom lip. His cock swelled inside of me, his balls hitching up toward his body, and I grabbed his shoulder. Jagger’s eyes flew open. “Let me,” I whispered.
    He nodded and rolled off of me. Tremors rolled through my whole body as I crawled over him, taking his cock in my shaking hand. I pulled off the condom and licked the tip, lowering my mouth down as slowly as he’d begun to tease me. Jagger groaned, laying on his side, cupping my head and guiding me as I sucked harder, bringing him to the brink. His body went limp as he came in my mouth. I rode the wave until he had absolutely nothing else to give. I collapsed beside him, both of our stomachs heaving with the breath we were trying so hard to capture.
    Jagger’s hand was still tangled in my hair. “Fuck.” The word wasn’t much more than an exhale.

 
    Chapter Ten
    Jagger
     
    Fuck. Leah Was Absolutely Perfect.
    She’d been so apprehensive about coming to the reunion that two things could’ve happened. I’d honestly expected her to retreat. But she surprised me. Instead, she blossomed.
    Leah needed to show everyone that she was a strong, confident, and successful woman who’d moved light years away from the place she was at the last time she’d seen them. Not high school. The divorce. She didn’t leave anyone with any questions, especially not me.
    We lay together in the knots of the comforter, too exhausted to speak. Her eyes kept fluttering closed as she ran her fingers lightly over my body. I did the same to hers. She pulled the comforter up to our hips, tangling her legs between mine and snuggling against my chest.
    “What’s this?” I ran my fingers lightly over a tattoo on the inside of her wrist. I didn’t expect her to have any ink. She didn’t seem like the type. I traced the simple script that read live for me .
    She pressed her eyes closed. Not because she was fighting sleep, but because she was fighting tears. “It’s for my sister, Lisa,” she murmured. “Those were the last words she said to me.”
    I pulled her in tighter, and her breath stuttered against my chest. “Did she pass?” I asked. Leah nodded, her hot tears dripping on my skin. “I’m so sorry.”
    Leah needed to cry. I held her against my chest until it all came crashing out. She pulled away and I dried her cheeks with my thumb. She still had a hard time catching her breath.
    “She had breast cancer.” Emotion threatened to drown the volume of her words. “She