Chapter 26
Tyler
Stella and I took forever in the shower, stroking, kissing, and teasing each other into a frenzy in between washing.
We took even more time drying off before she donned a bathrobe—short, silk, and of course, black—and wrapped her hair in a towel while I tied one around my waist. Afterward, I led her into the bedroom.
My body was demanding release, and I could tell from how breathless Stella was that she needed it, too. There was a mirror mounted to her wall, in sight of the corner of the bed, and that became my target.
“Where are your condoms and lube?” I asked.
“Bedside table.”
She tugged on my hand. “I’m STD-free.”
“So am I.”
“And I’m on birth control,” she said, biting her lower lip.
“Stella, are you telling me I get to fuck you raw?”
She nodded. “If you want.”
I groaned. “Yes, I want.” I snagged the lube and led her over to the side of the mattress.
“Come here,” I said, sitting on the edge, my feet braced on the floor.
I hauled her onto my lap, facing away from me, holding her steady while she tucked her legs under, resting on her knees. “Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall.”
She glanced back at me over her shoulder, one perfect eyebrow arching. “You saying that makes me feel like you’re about to push me over.”
“This is the one place you can trust me,” I told her, lifting her hips just enough to unwrap my towel and shove my dick beneath her, her ass cheeks framing the base, my shaft pressed against every slippery inch of flesh. God, she was soaked.
A shiver ran through her.
“Are you still cold?” I didn’t know how she could be. She felt like a furnace, the combination of the hot water and what we’d been doing beneath it spiking her temperature.
She shook her head. “No. That feels good.”
“Look,” I said, nodding toward the mirror.
She spun, watching me untie her robe. It spilled open, revealing her seated on my cock.
“You’re fucking stunning, Stella.”
She grinned, knowing it was true, and swirled her hips.
I groaned, pulling her neckline down to kiss the back of her shoulder.
She was so warm, so welcoming, and judging from the slickness coating me, just as turned on as I was, telling me I wasn’t in this alone.
She felt it, too, this thing between us, this spark of desire that was one gust away from igniting into an inferno.
What would it feel like to slide into her now? It wouldn’t take much, just a lift of her hips and a hard thrust. But despite the wet warmth of her, she was far from ready for that, and if this was my only night with her, I was going to make it good.
With that thought in mind, I tugged the towel off her hair and leaned in to kiss the spot behind her ear. She tilted her head sideways, watching me while I bit and teased her skin, rolling her hips like she was testing this position out.
“Theo,” she said in that low, raspy tone I liked best.
“Shh,” I said, soothing her. “I know what you need.”
I slicked my hands up the bathrobe and cupped her breasts through it, palming them.
Our height difference gave me the perfect angle to see over her shoulder, allowing me to watch what I did, follow my fingers as they fondled and teased, see her give another experimental roll of her hips.
It was a feast for the senses, and it made me greedy for more.
I parted the robe, slipping it off her, and pulled it from between us, leaving her bare to my sight.
Her nipple rings flashed in the dim light, begging for attention.
I stroked my fingers over them in tandem.
Stella rewarded me with a soft moan, clenching her spread thighs.
I flexed my legs, pressing my cock against her, offering her more friction.
She squirmed against me and moaned again, starting to sound impatient.
“The lube,” I said, unwilling to release her for even a second.
She fumbled for it, and I was glad to see I wasn’t the only one feeling rushed and desperate. With a flick, she had it open. “It’s warming.”
“Coat me in it.”
She squeezed out a large dollop, and I had to hold her hips steady as she rose up, doing what I said.
The second she was done, I settled her back down, my dick still braced beneath her because it would be better for both of us if she got off first before I fucked my way into her.
She gasped, rolling her hips over my length, and tilted forward a little, bracing her hands on my knees to steady herself before she started to move.
I gripped her hips and helped her, my cock starting to heat from the lube and her warmth.
The next time she rose up, I hauled her down even harder, obsessed with the way her ass clapped against me.
She shuddered, fingernails digging into my knees.
A small, desperate sound climbed up the back of her throat.
In the mirror, she looked half-undone, as wrung out as I was from how long we’d spent teasing each other in the shower.
I wanted nothing more than to shove her over the edge and welcome her into oblivion with me, so I went back to teasing her nipples, simultaneously rolling my hips upward.
She cried out.
“Say it, Sunshine,” I rumbled. “Say you wish I was inside you.”
“I wish you were inside me.” In the mirror, her eyes met mine in a familiar challenge. “I want that big, beautiful dick to split me in half.”
I froze, even as she kept moving. “You should come first. It’ll be easier.”
“I don’t want it easy.” She rose to her knees. “I want you to fuck me so hard, I’m sore for days.”
“Stella, I am begging you. I’m not a good enough person to say no to what you’re asking.”
She angled her hips backward, and I saw my dick rise up between us.
Watched her take a hand off my knee and use it to guide my shaft to her entrance.
“I don’t want a good person. I want the man I hate to prove to me what a big, evil bastard he really is.
This is your only chance to fuck me, Theo.
” Her dark eyes bored into mine. “Make it count.”
“It’ll hurt,” I growled.
“Good. Fuck me ragged, Theo.”
“Is that an order?” I asked, echoing words I had read in an online brat forum.
Without hesitation, Stella answered. “Yes.”
Something snapped inside my mind, all the pent-up fury, bottled frustration, and denied attraction finally allowed an outlet.
Fine. If that was really what she wanted, I would give her my worst.
I wrapped an arm around her waist, slapped my hand over her mouth to muffle the noise she was about to make, and yanked her onto my cock.
She screamed, eyes flashing wide above my hand.
I held her while her sides heaved and her nostrils flared, the sound of her fractured breaths filling my ears.
She was so tight that I knew she must be in pain, knew that must have fucking hurt, but god, the sight of her, trapped against me, my cock spearing into her.
It did it for me. Made it impossible to hold still any longer.
“Blink twice if you need a second.”
She glared at me, unblinking, and then bit my palm so hard, she’d probably broken skin.
It felt incredible. I dropped both hands to her hips and started bouncing her on my cock in short, brutal thrusts because she was so fucking tight, that’s all the movement her pussy would allow.
She gasped, fingernails digging into my knees, hips angling back to meet me.
Words started pouring from her lips. “Fuck. Yes. Ow. No, don’t stop. It’s good. Theo, it’s perfect. Just like that.”
I didn’t know what was hotter: what we were doing, or the fact that we were both watching it like our own personal porno. Her thighs bunched, belly flexed, tits bounced, lips dropped open, and my thoughts flashed back to the night I’d filled that filthy mouth so tight she’d choked.
Inexplicably, her pussy tightened even more, and she started shoving into me harder. Was she—?
“Fuck! Yes, Theo, harder.”
Holy shit, she was already coming.
I used my grip on her hips to lift her up a little and pound into her, giving Stella everything I had, holding nothing back.
“Perfect,” she sobbed. “Oh, it’s so good. Just like that. Good. Boy.”
The pleasure that tore through me at the praise was unlike anything I’d ever felt in my life, and I went from being close-ish to full-on coming in the blink of an eye. I yanked her all the way down, strangling her hips as I unloaded deep inside.
Holy fuck.
What was that?
Stella went boneless, starting to drop forward, and I caught her before she could fall. I laid her on the bed, dragging her throw blanket over us so she wouldn’t get cold again.
This couldn’t really be it. The only time I got to fuck her. Because now that I’d done it once, I never wanted to stop.
But I had to. Because I still had a job to do, and once I did it, she’d go from hating me to wanting to kill me.
Unless . . .
I found a way to spare her parents and only target Richard.
It might be possible, but it would force a restructuring of my plans and lead to several more weeks of delays after I’d already spent years waiting for this opportunity.
Could I really do that? Let them off the hook after what their best friend and business partner had done?
In my mind, I saw Georgie and Phil, her with her sharp gaze and quick wit, him with his affability and easy smiles.
The obvious love they had for their children.
The countless times I’d watched them run Stella’s detractors off when she wasn’t paying attention, quietly protecting her like a pair of lions guarding a cub.
At the end of the day, I had no actual proof they’d had any involvement in what happened to my mother, only assumptions.
Maybe it wouldn’t be the worst idea in the world to play it safe and spare them on the off chance they were innocent.
I’d been wrong about their daughter. Who’s to say I wasn’t mistaken about them, too?
I shoved the thought aside for later. Right here, right now, all that mattered was enjoying what might be the last few moments I would ever have with Stella. The rest could wait.
She stretched beside me like a cat, toes pointed, hands rising overhead. “Mmm, I needed that.”
“Clearly,” I drawled. “You’re fifty percent more tolerable like this.”
Her eyes opened, glaring.
“Whoops, spoke too soon.”
She started to roll away, but I stopped her, dragging her back toward me on her stomach.
“Don’t move,” I said, moving to kneel between her legs, spreading them wider.
“What are you doing?” she asked, peering at me over her shoulder.
I slid my hand down her back, dipped my fingers between her ass cheeks to tease her pert little asshole, and then slowly sunk my fingers into her soaked cunt, reveling in the knowledge that half this cum was mine.
She hissed.
“Sore?”
“Yes, but I wanted to be. Theo, that was . . .”
“I know,” I said, swirling my fingers inside her, wishing we had more time.
“I have to go soon. Unfortunately, I keep hitting snags in my plans, and I need to sort some things out.” I pulled my fingers from her and lifted them to her back, starting to draw over it.
“Don’t shower.” I dropped a kiss to her shoulder.
“If this is the only night we have together, I want to know you fell asleep with my words on your skin.” I pressed another kiss to the top of her spine.
“That part of me is still here with you after I’m gone. ”
I dipped my fingers into her, stroking, soothing away some of her pain, wanting to make her feel good one last time, before pulling them out and drawing the next letter, repeating the motion until I’d made Stella come again and wrote a whole secret message on her back.