Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
Margot
When I get up the next morning, the late morning sun pours in through the window.
Lying in bed, I think about last night. The memory of the way that Stellan looked at me, so soulful and direct, even as he told me why we shouldn’t kiss…
It warms me in my bed, makes my whole body tighten and flash hot.
It’s funny… I think the mere illicitness of the relationship makes Stellan more desirable. I want what has been explicitly forbidden to me… the specter of what a kiss could turn into makes my desire twice as intense.
Groaning into my pillows, I know that it really doesn’t matter what I want. Isn’t that the point Stellan was trying to make?
I get up and go to the kitchen, looking around for him. He’s nowhere to be found. So I just spend a couple of hours getting dressed and feeding myself a toasted bagel. I start a jigsaw puzzle on the floor of the living room.
That’s where Stellan finds me when he comes in from his run. I look up at him as he enters the room and my eyes widen. He’s wearing a t-shirt and running shorts, and his whole body is damp with sweat. He pulls out his earbuds, still out of breath.
“Haj,” he says.
“Hey.” I put my arms behind me and size him up. “Are we in a fight?”
He looks a little surprised. “I don’t think so.
” He pauses, taking a deep breath and exhaling loudly.
“Do you want to go for a walk? There’s a waterfall that’s only about two miles from here.
I’d like to go see it, spend a little more time communing with nature before I have to return to civilization tomorrow. ”
My lips lift in the ghost of a smile. “Sure.”
“Great. Let me get changed. We’ll leave in five minutes, ja?”
I nod, putting the pieces of the puzzle back in the box. I toss my black leather jacket on over my dark jeans and black tank top. By the time I get my Converse on my feet, Stellan is rearing to go.
“You ready?” he asks. He seems… distracted.
“Yep.” I follow him outside, zipping up my jacket against the cold.
I take a second to give him a once over. He’s wearing dark jeans, an off-white Henley shirt, and a cobalt blue jacket. He’s also nearly vibrating with a restless kind of energy that keeps his eyes on the horizon. They rove around the countryside as we stroll, looking everywhere but where I’m at.
Ah, that’s it. He’s trying not to look at me. I suppose I should do the same, then.
I stuff my hands into the pockets of my jacket, looking around me.
We walk up the steep cobblestone road, emerging onto a road outside of the village pretty quickly.
On either side of the road is the greenest pasture land, contrasting with the seemingly endless skies, a fat swath of white just barely tinged with blue.
We start veering left; in the distance I can see the shore of the land looming near. As we walk, the road only grows steeper. We don’t have to talk; we each struggle to draw in breath as we continue to climb. I can’t help but sneak looks at Stellan.
Two spots of red ride high in his cheeks. His dark hair ruffles in a gust of wind. He’s handsome and brooding and everything I never thought I would want.
Stellan eventually notices me looking at him.
“It’s not much farther,” he says gruffly. “I promise.”
I merely shrug, stuffing a quip about how he always keeps his promises deep down inside myself. He turns out to be right, though. As he leads me up a little hill, I can hear the water rushing. It gets louder with every step I take, though I can’t see the source of it at all.
We are getting closer and closer to where the land drops off dramatically, ending on a cliff that overlooks the dark blue, restless sea. Close enough that I can feel the salt spray in the air, feel the rush of the air whipping around my face. By the time I see the waterfall, I’m right on top of it.
Right on the edge of the cliff.
I lean over to look at the waterfall as it spits torrents down the craggy cliff face to fall into the ocean. Stellan pulls me back, his hand gripping my upper arm. “Careful.”
Frowning at him, I shake off his hold on me. “I’m fine.”
Heading along the edge of the cliff, I find a spot with a full view of the waterfall. It’s majestic if a little loud. Then I sit down, dangling my feet over the edge.
Stellan comes to sit beside me, squinting at the horizon. “It’s beautiful out here,” he murmurs.
I glance at him, at how close he is. His hand nearly touches mine; our thighs are only a few inches apart.
I wish he were closer. Why do I spend so much time longing for this man? I could pick anyone else to have this terrible crush on… but I pick the one person who can’t return my affections.
What does that say about me?
He turns and looks at me, his ice blue eyes actually making my heart skip a beat. His gaze drops to my lips, then he heaves a sigh.
“What am I doing, Margot?” he asks. “Why is there this… this heat between us?”
Blushing a little, I duck my head. “I don’t know,” I admit. “But I feel it too.”
He blows out a slow breath. “I like you.”
Wrinkling up my face, I nod. “I know.”
He looks at me, a little surprised. “You do?”
I roll my eyes, a smile on my lips. “Yes. Something about all the kissing tipped me off to the fact that you might have feelings of some kind for me.”
He squints at me. “I am so fucking tired of all the expectations that are heaped on me. I just…”
I cut him off with a kiss. Stellan brings up his hand and cups my jaw, returning my kiss with a passion and a vigor that surprises me. I slide my hand around his neck and bury it in his short hair.
The entire time he’s touching me, my whole body is awakening. Tingling, flashing hot, aching. He finds the seam of my mouth. I open to him eagerly, unable to bridle my reaction. His tongue sweeps the inside of my mouth and dances with mine.
He tastes like the way I imagine the earth feels right after a rainstorm; fresh, sharp, wet, and clean. I moan into his mouth as he pushes me down onto the ground, his mouth leaving mine to trail kisses down my jaw.
He pauses for a second, his eyes finding mine. “I want you so badly, Margot. But I won’t make any promises about what the future holds—”
I kiss him again. “I don’t care. Take me if you want me,” I whisper against his lips. “I’m yours.”
He brushes my hair away from the column of my neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin he finds there, sucking at my pulse point. I slip my free hand around his back, beneath his jacket and shirt. Finding a hot, smooth expanse of skin there, I rake my nails delicately across his lower back.
He growls at me, moving his mouth down to explore my collarbone, the top of my breasts. His mouth is delightfully hot and wet. Unzipping my leather jacket, he kisses my breasts through my dark tank top, shaping them with his hands. I can feel the wet heat of his mouth even through the fabric.
“Fuck,” I murmur. “That feels so good.”
I toss my head back and bite my lip, moving my hand around to feel the sharp lines of his hip and Adonis belt. He growls and pulls back, stripping off his jacket and pulling his shirt over his head.
My eyes widen. He is perfect, from his muscular arms and rippling abs to his clenched jaw and the sheer need in his eyes. It’s like someone has just given me a hit of something strong, and now I’m in free fall.
When he starts pulling off my leather jacket and hiking my shirt up, I groan and reach for the zipper on his fly. I unzip his jeans and get my hand inside, wrapping it around his long, thick, hot cock.
Stellan groans and lets me work my hand up and down his length briefly. The skin of his cock feels velvety soft in my hand, hot and veiny. I bite my lip and watch his face, monitoring his reactions.
His eyes roll back in his skull for a minute, but soon he loses patience with my hand.
He pushes me onto my back and tugs my shirt up over my head, kissing my newly bared breasts with such enthusiasm that I laugh a little, my head tipping back as I arch into his kisses.
His tongue feels a little bit raspy on my nipples, as though he were part cat.
I open my legs and urge him to lie between them, guiding him with only my feet. He reaches between us and unzips my jeans, pushing them down a little.
He groans with frustration when he realizes that it’s impossible for him to touch me like that. He rolls us both over so that I’m on top, then starts pushing my jeans down.
“Get these off,” he orders. “Panties, too.”
I’m only too happy to oblige him. It’s the work of half a minute to strip myself completely. When I return to his embrace, I find him looking at me like I’m a prize fucking mare.
“God, you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, running his hands down both my sides.
I blush bright pink. “Thank you,” I whisper. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
Stellan pulls me back down to kiss me. I push down his jeans, anxious to have him inside of me. His cock touches the inside of my thigh and we both groan.
God, this needs to happen right fucking now.
Reaching down, I grab his cock and position the blunt head to press against my pussy lips. I’m more than ready for him, wet with excitement.
“Hey,” he whispers, looking into my eyes. I pause, biting my lip. He moves his hand up to my face, pushing back a strand of hair that is caught against the wetness of my lips. “Go slowly for me, skatter. I’m close enough already and I’m not even inside of you.”
I lean down, kissing him gently. At the same time, I push myself down ever so slowly, impaling myself on his cock. The fingers of one of his hands slip into my hair and knot there.
He grunts as my pussy stretches to take his whole cock. His free hand wanders down to my breasts, shaping them and pinching a nipple. Then his hand pushes me back and meanders down to my pussy, his fingers finding my clit.
“Fuck!” bursts from my lips. My pussy feels so incredibly full; his fingers tap out a rhythm against my clit that makes me writhe.
And then he starts to bounce my whole body up and down on his cock. I look up at the sky, my mouth opening, sensation blossoming. It flows from my pussy up to my tits. My whole body tightens.
Stellan stops suddenly, making me hit him with my balled up fists. “Don’t stop!”
He growls and uses all his strength to flip our positions, his weight settling against my core. “Be good for a minute, skatter.”
He starts to withdraw and plunge back inside my pussy, moving so slowly that I could scream. I writhe underneath him, needing more. “Faster, Stellan. Please.”
He picks up my legs and puts them over his shoulders, moving faster just like I begged him to. My hand slips up around the nape of his neck into his hair.
I close my eyes, the sensations driving me ever closer toward the edge. “Stellan, yes…” I whisper. “God, that’s it. Right there. Don’t stop…”
He kisses me, a breathless affair. And then he starts fucking me with short, staccato movements, jackhammering his cock into my pussy.
“Oh god,” I breathe. I make noises but I’m not sure what I say. I am only aware of the friction between our bodies, of the spring deep inside of me that tightens and tightens, slowly, bit by bit, until I burst.
I come without warning, shaking, screaming, gripping Stellan with my legs. Inside I’m falling off the edge of a precipice into a canyon of sensation, crashing toward the shore like a tsunami.
Stellan stiffens and cries out something I don’t understand in Danish, pumping into my body, his semen feeling hot as it enters my pussy in long lashes.
“Fuck, skatter,” he mumbles, slowing at last. “Christ.”
A note of laughter bubbles to my lips. I’m high, I think; high on him. Stellan leans down and kisses my lips so passionately and forcefully that I lose my breath all over again.
When he pulls out of my pussy and lies down beside me, he’s still struggling to breathe. A shiver runs up my spine and he gives me a guilty look.
“Ja, I know.” He pulls his pants up and then starts dressing me, which is a little weird. “I should’ve just fucked you last night instead of dragging you out here to a waterfall to fuck.”
My lips curl upward. “I didn’t say anything.”
He purses his lips and tries to pull my shirt down over my head. I laugh and grab the shirts from him. “I can dress myself.”
Then he kisses me deeply, until I almost forget that I am cold. “Come on. Let’s go back to the house.”
Pulling on my pants, I arch a brow. “Are you ready to go home already?”
He pulls his shirt on over his head, wrinkling his nose at me. “No. I can think of about ten different ways I would like to fuck you, if I’m honest. I just don’t want to get caught with my pants down out here.”
Biting my lip, I give him a daring look. “I’ll race you back to the house.”
Stellan takes off without warning, apparently taking my challenge to heart. I laugh as I start running after him, feeling more playful than I have since I was a kid.