Chapter 25
CURTIS
The return ride consisted of loud, off-pitch singing, the devouring of greasy food and now cute little snores from Stella in the passenger seat beside me.
My eyes flicked to the rearview mirror, catching Daisy in the back, staring out into the void. As soon as Stella had passed out, her boisterous friend dropped the facade, a certain melancholy taking her over.
“Everything alright, Daisy? Feeling sick?”
She shuddered out of her internal thoughts and murmured, “I’ve been sober for hours. I stopped drinking earlier in the night.”
“But Stella—”
“I wanted her to let loose and have a good time.”
“What about you?”
“I wanted to forget,” she said, her eyes lapsing shut. Then, quieter, “And I couldn’t even do that.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
She shook her head before slumping further down in her seat. “No. I’m here for Stella… Maybe one day I’ll come back for me.”
With that final statement, I knew she had closed off to any further communication, which I respected.
When we arrived back at Dylan’s house, Daisy paused. “Do you need help getting her into the house?”
“Nah, I’ve got it.”
“I know you do,” she said, her tone warm. And just before she opened the car door, Daisy placed a hand on my shoulder. “Please be everything she’s dreamt you to be.”
Then she was gone.
I looked over to a sleeping Stella, and knew that was all I ever wanted.
Stella stirred as I placed her on top of the ensuite counter.
“Curt?”
“Mm. Let’s get you cleaned up, then you can sleep.”
My good girl sat still and pretty, letting me remove her makeup and drinking her bottle of water without complaint.
However, with my assistance, I had found myself in the most perilous position—standing between her open thighs, not quite touching, but so damn close I could feel the heat of her skin.
“Good?” I asked.
“So good,” she said as a single drop of water escaped the corner of her lips to run down her chin.
My gaze caught on that one point of movement, transfixed on the supple curve of her mouth and jaw. When her palms came to rest on my pecs, my breath caught in my lungs, rendering me speechless.
Stella continued to explore until she was pulling up my shirt, gesturing for me to take it off. I followed her indirect command, the fabric silently dropping to the floor as her fingers reconnected with my body, the weight of her touch light, yet so, so heavy.
“Baby,” I choked.
“Shh,” she cooed as she leant forward and pressed a kiss to my bare chest.
My hands bunched into fists as goose bumps chased the impression that her touch left behind.
Get it together! She’s been drinking. Using what little brain cells I had left, I managed to whisper. “I-I should leave—”
“Don’t leave,” she said before licking across my collarbone.
“Have mercy on me, baby.” I groaned. “I’m a mere mortal, not some upstanding man with superhuman strength. I won’t be able to resist you for much longer. I’ll break—”
“Then break for me.”
Her desire-soaked words cut off as she sucked on my nipple, humming like she was desperate to draw me in deeper.
Which in turn triggered my complete submission.
Grabbing her throat in one shaking hand, I tilted her head backwards to pitch forward and take command of her mouth.
We both moaned at the joining, fighting for dominance and pleasure.
Stella’s nails dug deeply into my shoulders as her luscious legs wrapped around my waist to draw me in closer.
Her tongue danced with mine, my teeth sank into her wet, puffy lips and her moans had lust overloading my body until my cock was a throbbing mess of pre-cum and anticipation. It didn’t help when she gyrated her hot centre against me.
Our passion wasn’t pretty, subtle or nice. Instead, it was pure desperation.
I had dreamt of that moment so many times I lost count, but after having her open and greedily taking from me, of course, there was no comparison.
“Tell me what you want, Stells.” I panted. “Tell me and I’ll do it. God, I’ll give you whatever you want.”
I pulled back to look into her eyes, and what I found wasn’t some intoxicated woman searching for quick release. No, it was my best friend—the woman who got away, the person I loved, the one I would sacrifice anything to be with.
Stella’s gaze was sure and steady as she grasped my fingers, dragging them to her apex to trace the drenched thong that barely covered her sweet pussy.
“Break me,” she murmured against my lips, flipping her words. “Shatter me into a million pieces, baby… ’cause only you can put me back together again.”
Yes, ma’am.
Taking her directive, I fell to my knees, pushing her thighs wider on the counter to give me a clear view. And what a view it was.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
My finger hooked in the top of her G-sting, pulling taut so the material would rub against her sensitive, swollen flesh.
“So pretty, baby,” I said, utterly consumed in my ministrations.
“Please. More,” Stella moaned, writhing forward trying to gain more contact.
“More of this?” I asked, swiping a knuckle over her clit, which caused a shudder. “Or more of this?” I asked before my mouth licked and sucked on her dripping centre.
I groaned loudly. The taste of her invaded my senses and left me fucking witless. All I could think about was taking more.
Ripping her panties to shreds, I got rid of that last barrier and devoured her.
Stella convulsed above me, her hands ripping at my hair as I got lost in her cunt.
“So wet... So soft... And it’s all for me... Only me.”
I had turned into a caveman, my terminology reverting to a primitive language that only consisted of short but necessary descriptions.
However, Stella wasn’t faring any better, trying to hold back her screams, which she smothered into whimpers instead.
“Yes, Curt. Yours. Only yours. God, it’s never felt so good. So fucking good.”
My gaze roamed up Stella’s body, trembling as I watched her rip down the top of her dress and bra so she could play with her sensitive nipples.
Oh. My. God.
I growled at the sexy sight. Legitimately growled. Fuck, I need in!
And as if our thoughts were aligned, Stella’s eyes lowered to catch mine, unapologetic, powerful and filled with wanton lust.
At that moment, I knew she was mine.
Burying my face closer between her thighs, I plunged my tongue inside as deep as I could go, causing my beautiful girl to climax around me, her inner walls spasming, pushing against my invasion.
I refused to let Stella come down, continuing to lick and taste her, causing aftershocks to quiver through her system.
She looked doped out, high on the euphoria I had given her. Oh, but I’m not finished.
“Curtis. I’m not fully broken yet,” she said, her tone thick with sexy promise.
I smiled into her pussy—my new favourite place. “Good girl. Again,” I demanded.