Chapter 20 Stella #2
When I get back to St. A’s late on Sunday night, I drop my bag at my dorm and catch an Uber to Colt’s building. He had a game tonight—which I missed during my flight—but I checked the score when I landed. They won, but he had texted that it had been a close one.
He greets me at the door with a fierce hug.
“I missed you,” he says into my hair.
“It’s only been five days,” I laugh. “We’ve gone longer without seeing each other.”
“Yeah, but you weren’t a million miles away then.” He pulls back just enough to brush his lips on mine.
“I missed you, too,” I whisper into his mouth. Eyes closed, soft smile on his face, dark hair damp from the shower. He’s gorgeous. Butterflies attack my stomach, flurrying up into my chest at the sight of him.
He lifts me as if I weigh nothing, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He deposits me on the couch, his large frame coming over me in a blanket of heat and kisses and affection.
Slowly, exploratorily, we remove our clothing piece by piece. When his shirt goes, I take my time running my hands over his muscular torso, tracing the outlines of him with my nails. I could drool at the sight of the V on his waist, like an arrow pointing right to my biggest temptation.
When my shirt goes, he licks and nips at every sensitive area of exposed skin, sending chills up my spine with every caress of his breath.
My pants go next, and he bites the inside of my thigh, leaving a mark for me to find later. His big hands massage my calves, my quads, my ass, relieving me of the tension from my trip.
He plants a kiss on my pussy, over my panties, shooting a wicked grin up to me when he hears my sharp intake of breath.
Instead of touching me where I want him most, he crawls back up my body, removing my bra and sucking a firm nipple into his mouth. He bites gently, the friction pulling a gasp from my throat.
He palms my other breast with strong fingers, letting me feel how much he adores me through his touch. And I know it—I know he thinks I’m beautiful. He tells me how much every time he sees me.
I arch into him, wanting him to move lower while also wanting him to never stop.
He leaves a hickey blossoming on my chest before moving back down my body, pulling my underwear off as he goes.
When he sees how wet I am, he meets my eyes with a sultry grin. “I think you missed me more than you want to admit.”
He runs a calloused finger through the slickness, pressing against my clit. “Tell me how much you missed me, Stella,” he commands, drawing torturous little circles around the bundle of nerves, sending aching need up through my entire body.
“More than anything,” I say, trying to push myself onto his hand, but he reaches up with his other arm and grasps my throat in a firm but comfortable hold.
“Not so fast, sweetheart,” he croons. “I’m not done playing, yet.”
He looks at me like I’m his next meal, and when he drags his tongue down my stomach, all the way to my core, I know that’s exactly what I’m about to be.
My legs drape over his shoulders, and my hips are lifted onto a throw pillow. The flat of his tongue slides up between my folds, and he moans at the taste of me.
He teases my clit, licking and circling and sucking. I writhe in his hold. “Shhh,” he says, “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come, Stella.”
He eases a long finger into me, slipping it in with slow, deliberate thrusts. The ministrations to my clit resume with renewed vigor.
Just as he gets into a comfortable rhythm, the front door of the apartment opens. Beau.
I feel Colt’s shoulders tense under my legs as he hears the jingle of keys and the thud of the door closing.
Beau looks over, seeing us—seeing me—and freezes. He can’t see my bottom half because his roommate’s body is between us. His view of my torso, though, is unobstructed.
I feel his gaze trail over my breasts, at the bite marks Colt left on them. My body clenches under his scrutiny, reminding me that Colt still has a finger inside me.
My heart hammers in my chest, unsure of what I should do or if I should speak. Colt, however, has a different idea.
He crooks his finger, applying mind-melting pressure to that sensitive spot inside of me. His tongue starts moving, ever so slowly, and I feel the steady build-up of an orgasm forming at the base of my spine.
The entire time, Beau holds my stare. He doesn’t move, doesn’t make a single facial expression. He just watches with an intensity that makes my skin flush.
I start to wonder why I’m enjoying this. How could I possibly be getting off on being walked in on by Colt’s best friend?
The mouth between my legs is replaced by a thumb as Colt pulls his head up to meet my eyes, but he continues to push me closer to the brink of an orgasm.
“Beau,” he says, his voice gravelly, “have you gotten the hint yet?”
Colt’s eyes are dark in the dim room, the amber overtaken by his pupils. The only light comes from the one in the kitchen, illuminating the way Beau raises his brows.
Colt pushes another finger into me, increasing the speed of his thumb on my clit. The moan I let out is involuntary, and I clap a hand over my mouth.
“No. Let him hear you. Let him hear how good I make you feel.”
And, suddenly, I get it. He’s showing Beau that I’m his. This is some possessive show of dominance, and the thought turns me on much more than it should. This is about the fight they had; yet, between Colt and I, it feels like something else entirely.
I’ve been around Beau and the other guys since Colt and I got together, but I’ve been wary of them. Colt blames himself for that, since he’s the one who insinuated that Beau couldn’t keep his hands to himself that night I was going to sleep on the couch.
Now, though, I wonder if, in some twisted way, he’s doing this for me.
He’s showing me that as long as I’m his, Beau won’t touch me.
No one but him is allowed to touch me. I read that much from his gaze, from the set of his mouth.
He pumps his hand between my legs, but he’s also communicating something much more important.
It’s the look on his face that sends me over the edge. I forget about Beau’s presence, I forget about my fears and insecurities, and I crumble as my climax shakes through my body.
Colt climbs up, kissing me through the aftershocks, whispering sweet nothings into my mouth. When my head clears, we both look back toward the kitchen, but Beau is gone, having snuck off to his room.