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moment, I know what I have to do. Not for him, but for myself. I need my answers, and I know exactly how to get them. I put the bottle of vodka down, and his eyes swing down to it, then back up to me. I am walking towards him, slowly, wearily. I am risking a lot doing this, I know I am, but I have to try.
    When I stop in front of him, I can smell the alcohol on his breath. I can tell by the haze in his eyes that he’s drunk. I reach out and press my hand to his chest, and he flinches. He doesn’t push me away though. So I continue. Gathering all my strength, I drop to my knees. I hear his sharp intake of breath, but I don’t give him time to react. I grip his jeans, pulling the top button open and yanking them down. When his cock springs free, it’s hard and pulsing. That has to be a good thing…right? The piercings glisten under the moonlight and I can’t help myself, I lean forward and slide my tongue over them. Jagger hisses and he tries to step back, but I grip his jeans and pull him back.
    I wrap my hand around his length and I squeeze him. He begins panting, and I hear him try to say something but his words are cut off when I lower my head and take his cock into my mouth. His strangled cry spurs me on. I let the entire length of him slide to the back of my throat, then slowly I let it out again. Up and down, I let my mouth work him. His hand tangles in my hair and he rasps, “Willow, stop, please.” It’s a pained plea, and it’s filled with desperation. I don’t stop, I keep sucking and pulling with my lips. My other hand reaches up and I cup his balls, gently rolling them in my hand.
    “Fuck, please. Stop. Stop.”
    He grips my hair and pulls my head back, but it’s already too late. His cock jerks and he begins to come. The first warm spurt hits the side of my cheek, the rest falls to the floor in long, thick rivulets. Jagger’s fingers are in my hair and his head is back against the glass, his body is shaking and he’s making a pained sort of sound. When he lets me go, I stumble backwards and land on my backside. I use the back of my hand to wipe his release from my cheek, then I stare up at him. He’s jerking his jeans up, and he’s heaving so badly his body is almost shaking. I get to my feet, and my knees wobble as I step towards him.
    “Jagger, I want more. I want…”
    “No,” he rasps. “No.”
    “Please,” I cry, stepping closer but he puts his hand up. Stopping me.
    “No, I won’t do it. I won’t fuck you.”
    “Why not?” I scream, shoving at his chest. He looks up at me with a fierce expression.
    “Because you don’t want this, Willow. You don’t want me to fuck you when I’m like this.”
    “Don’t tell me what I want!” I yell, kicking a chair angrily. “Don’t you dare tell me what I want! I’ve been here pretending for the last fucking two months. I’ve played your little silent treatment game. I’ve let you go without touching me. Don’t tell me no, Jagger. Just let me do it. Just…let yourself do it.”
    “No!” he growls, low and deep.
    “Why? Tell me why!”
    “Because that’s all it will be, Willow. All I will be doing is fucking you. I won’t feel a god damned thing, I will just fuck. That’s not what you want. You want me to make love to you. You want me to be inside you and feel something. I won’t! Do you hear me? I won’t! All it will be, is a god damned, emotionless fuck!”
    That hits me hard, right in my heart. I charge towards him, hitting him hard with my body. He stumbles backwards but manages to catch me before I swing my fist. He grips my arms and presses them to his chest, bringing us close. I squirm, but I can’t get out of his grips. He’s too strong.
    “Why aren’t I good enough?” I whisper through my pain. “I love you, Jagger. I’ve tried so hard, but I’m just not good enough. Why don’t you want me?”
    I go to lash out at him again, but he jerks my body forward. Our chests slam together and our lips do too, at the