Temptations | ✔️

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~Eden's POV~

Barely forty minutes into watching Finding Nemo passed before Jagger seemed to give up on paying attention to the movie. At first he just grazed his fingertips over the exposed skin of my bare thighs, making goosebumps rise in the wake of his touch.

It was when I shivered from his touch that he slid his fingers beneath the fabric of my green colored and sunflower patterned skirt, satisfied with the reaction he'd so easily coaxed from me. My heart was racing already, a flush creeping up my neck as I felt his fingertips brush the fabric of my panties. I quickly glanced at him over my shoulder, finding when I did that his eyes were already on me. "What are you doing, Jag?" I whispered, as if to prevent anyone else from hearing. He hummed, ducking his head down so that the warmth of his breath tickled the back of my neck teasingly.

"Nothing at all." He murmured lowly in my ear, but I didn't miss that hint of mischief within his voice. I swallowed thickly and rolled over, throwing a leg over his hip to push him onto his back beneath me. "You're not one for subtly, Jagger." I told him as I leaned over him, watching as his lips twitched up into a sly smirk.

"Apparently you aren't either, huh?" He teased, tracing his hands up my thighs to grip my hips beneath my skirt. The blush that had begun to leave my face suddenly flared up again, making me clutch the fabric of his shirt in my fists. "I-I'm not doing anything." I huffed defiantly, biting on my bottom lip. Yet despite that claim, I felt my panties dampening as I straddled his lap. "No?" He hummed, gently rocking my hips back and forth against him. I gasped softly, feeling his erection lengthening as he grew hard beneath me. "You sit on my lap like this, little bird, and think I don't know what you're doing?"

My grasp on his shirt tightened as I felt myself growing wetter from the way he moved my hips against him, a soft whine leaving my lips. I leaned over him more, the weight of my breasts pushing against his chest as I buried my face into the crook of his neck and gently bit at a spot beneath his ear. His chest rumbled with a low groan in response, the grip on my hips tightening until his fingers dug into my skin. "Fuck." He muttered breathlessly.

Jagger slammed his lips onto mine when I lifted my head, biting onto my bottom lip until I whimpered against his mouth. I slid my hands up his chest and tangled my fingers into his messy hair, threading my fingers through the strands. Beneath me he jutted his hips up, grinding his erection against my clothed core until I could feel myself soaking the thin fabric. He curled his fingers around the band of my panties and tugged roughly, tearing them off of me like it was nothing. My jaw dropped and I pulled away from the kiss, opening my eyes just in time to see him toss my ripped thong onto the floor.

He smirked up at me as he saw the stunned look on my face, watching my expression when he slid one large hand between my thighs and began to play with my clit. I moaned softly and grinded against his fingers, my arousal only increasing when he groaned lowly at the wetness he felt between my legs. "Soaking wet for me, hm?" He said, gently dipping a finger into me before he pulled it out and stroked between my folds again, spreading my wetness around. "Fuck, Jag." I whimpered.

The sound of his nickname on my lips made him growl and flip me onto my back, hiking up my skirt so it was bunched around my hips. "I want this tight fucking pussy wrapped around my cock, Eden." He grunted, unbuttoning his jeans before he leaned back and pulled them off with his boxers. I grasped at his shirt and shuddered as he placed his hands on my waist, slipping them beneath my pale yellow top. "Ah!" I gasped when he roughly groped my breasts, squeezing them in his palms. "W-Wait." I said softly, peering up at him. His gray eyes flicked up to meet mine, waiting patiently for me to say what was on my mind.

"Right now? What if Silas wakes up?" I whispered, nervous and worried. Jagger just hummed, one hand gripping at my skirt to gently pull it down my legs. "You saw him, birdie. He's not going to be up for a long time." His low voice assured me comfortingly.

With my skirt now gone, I felt him grasp my hips and gently rock me up against his erection, teasing me with how hard he was. I moaned and quickly tugged off my shirt, my dark hair falling down my back and over my bare breasts. Jag groaned softly and removed his own shirt, the length of his cock pressing firmly between my thighs now. "Tell me you want it, Eden. I love it when you ask for my cock." He murmured, long fingers gently stroking between my soaking folds.

"Put it in me." I whimpered, able to feel the tip of it pressed against my entrance, ready to push in and yet waiting for me. I pleaded three more times, yet he just continued to tease me, circling my clit with his skilled fingers. A strangled moan left my lips and I gave him a needy look, unable to form the words anymore. His lips twitched and I tightly wrapped my legs around him, pulling him down onto me.

Finally, he sank into me in a rough, fluid thrust that made him groan deeply in surprise, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. I clenched around his shaft and moaned softly, digging my nails into his shoulders as I grinded my hips up against his. He groaned again and withdrew slowly, eyes hooded when he slammed back into me with a harsh thrust. It caught me off guard, almost making me scream as my legs trembled around him with the blissful sensation. As if he knew, Jagger shushed me softly and placed a hand over my mouth, steadily pounding into me until my legs were unable to stay wrapped around his hips anymore.

Leaning the weight of his large frame above me, Jagger spoke lowly into my ear. "That's it, baby." He said between thrusts, the warmth of his breath fanning my skin. "You take this cock so well for me. Don't hold it in." He coaxed, likely feeling the way my legs were trembling as he pounded into me.

A cry left my lips as I writhed beneath him, stifled by the strong hand over my mouth. Jag heard the strangled noise and it seemed to spur him on, the soft creaking of my bed growing louder as his thrusts grew rougher. The sound of his skin clapping against mine accompanied the noise, my arousal making his thrusts wetter and more aggressive. I arched into him and almost screamed as I came, my legs still shaking and my nails dug deeply into his flesh. He growled lowly in approval, pounding into me until I was whimpering into his hand and shaking under his broad frame.

Jagger suddenly pulled out, making my eyes flutter shut in relief as I tried to stop my legs from shaking. I thought he was done at first, but then I felt him gently smack his hard cock against my slippery core and I knew that wasn't the case. My eyelids fluttered as I peeled them open, a sharp gasp leaving my lips when Jag suddenly flipped me onto my belly. As I was startled, I tried to roll over again but I realized that he had a tight grip on my waist, pinning me down on my bed. He suddenly thrusted into me, making me gasp loudly and clutch at the sheets. "Jagger!" I whimpered, not used to how much deeper he seemed to feel in this position.

With his large body straddling the back of my thighs, Jagger leaned over me and placed his hands on either side of my head, his chest brushing my back. "Mine, Eden." He growled softly, the soft tickle of his lips kissing along my shoulder. "You're mine." He told me.

I whimpered and nodded my head in eager agreement. "Yes." I whispered. "I'm yours, Jagger."