Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
STELLA
Once I’d made up my mind, it was time to put my plan into motion. That meant getting into the headspace of a seductress. In order to do that, I needed to be wearing something other than comfy jeans, flip-flops, and a faded tee that was a couple washes away from better days.
Shifting Rollie’s heavy head off my lap, I moved across the room to my duffle bag.
I was running dangerously low on clothes.
I needed to do a couple loads of laundry and convince West to take me back to my apartment for as long as it took to pack more belongings.
As for now, I had one nightie left, and a T-shirt my sister had given me as a gag gift a few Christmases ago that said It Was Me.
I Pissed in Your Cheerios. I opted out of that one, and plucked the satiny nightgown in a dusty shade of pink from the bottom of my bag.
In the bathroom, I checked my reflection in the mirror. I pulled my hair out of the messy ponytail I’d put it in when we got back from Alpha Omega earlier, and ran a brush through the dark, tangled locks really quick before fluffing it at the roots for a bit more volume.
I’d washed my face earlier, so the bruises stood out a bit more, but there was nothing to be done about that now.
If I tried covering them back up, it would be obvious, and according to my sister, a real seduction was supposed to appear effortless.
I did, however, add just a bit of gloss to my lips to give them the slightest shimmer.
I could have fallen on his dick just like Serenity had suggested.
Honestly, that would have been more my style, seeing as m0re times than not, I was a complete mess. But I didn’t want to do that.
“Well,” I started on a sigh, stepping back to give myself a better look in the mirror, twisting so I could check things out from the back.
“Guess this is as good as it’s going to get.
What do you think?” I asked Rollie. In response, he moseyed over to his dog bed and dropped himself down like a sack of bricks. His life must be so exhausting.
My belly felt fizzy, like it was full of champagne bubbles, as I padded out of the bedroom.
I placed my palms on my abdomen to quell the nerves as I slowly made my way down the hall.
The lights were off in the living room; the glow flickering from the TV and the soft yellow light above the kitchen sink guided my way.
The dark worked in my favor. I was a nervous wreck, so bad my hands had begun to shake, and I didn’t want him to see that or he might refuse me, thinking this wasn’t what I wanted. He would have been dead wrong.
I stopped just outside the mouth of the hall, unable to do anything but stare.
From my vantage point, I could see the back of West’s head as he sat on the couch, watching a bunch of men sitting around a table on the television, talking about game highlights or something.
His thick arms were stretched across the back of the sofa, the weak light casting shadows in the divots and creases created by his muscles. He was mouth-watering perfection.
I took a step closer, the floor creaking beneath my left foot and alerting West to my presence. He glanced over his shoulder, his brow furrowing as he caught sight of me. “Hey. Everything all right?”
“Yeah. It’s all good,” I answered as he lifted the remote and muted the television.
“I thought you were down for the night. You need a pain pill?”
I wasn’t in pain, well, except for the near-constant pulsating throb between my thighs, but I didn’t need a pill for that. I needed him.
“No, I’m fine.”
He looked at me curiously as I rounded the big, cushy sofa, concern pinching his sexy features as he leaned over, prepared to flip on the lamp on one of the end tables.
I reached him before he could reach the lamp, taking his hand in mine and staying his movement.
“Leave it off,” I said, my voice coming out soft and breathy. “Please.”
“Baby,” he said in a low, raspy tone, nearly a growl; God, I loved hearing him call me baby. “Talk to me. What’s wrong?”
I couldn’t do this. I wasn’t a seductress. If I was going to get what I wanted, namely him, I was going to have to be myself, not some version of what I thought he wanted. That meant being honest instead of trying to be sexy. I still held his hand in mine as I asked, “West, do you want me?”
“What?”
Time to be bold. I stepped closer, placing my knees on the couch so I was straddling his thighs and lowering myself onto his lap. “Do you want me?”
Where I’d been thankful for the darkness earlier, I now wished it was a bit brighter so I could see his reaction in his gaze. Those golden eyes were usually so expressive, giving him away.
I thought I saw a muscle in his jaw begin to tick as he pulled his hand from mine and grabbed hold of my hips.
He pulled me deeper onto his lap at the same time he shifted his hips upward, rubbing the steel of the erection that was trapped behind his sweats against my lace-covered center, eliciting a gasp from me.
“What’s it feel like to you?”
It felt like there was a possibility he wasn’t going to fit. I hadn’t even seen his cock yet, and I could already tell he was huge. And it had been an embarrassingly long time for me. Even as my panties grew damper with my desire for him, panic clutched at my chest that this wasn’t going to work.
“Question is, grift, do you want me?”
I’d never been very good at the whole dirty talk thing, and I’d really dug his whole show-instead-of-tell method, so, following his lead, I took one of his hands and guided it between my thighs, pressing the pads of his fingers against the material covering my core.
“What’s it feel like to you?” I asked once I knew he’d felt how wet I was for him.
A growl worked its way from deep within his chest at the feel of me, and he didn’t hesitate to push the sodden fabric aside and drag his blunt fingertips through my bare folds.
“Oh God,” I breathed, closing my eyes and dropping my head back at the sensations wracking my body at his touch. It was gentle, barely a whisper, but it still felt amazing.
“Eyes on me, Stella,” West ordered in a harsh voice I barely recognized.
It took an ungodly amount of energy, but I somehow managed to right my head and peel my eyelids open to half-mast as he sank his index finger inside me.
“You sure you’re up for this?” He asked, one arm wrapping around my hips to hold me in place as the other slowly began to fuck me.
“Y-yes,” I whispered on a choppy exhale.
“If you start to feel pain in your ribs, say so, and I’ll stop.”
Placing my palms on his naked chest, I felt the heat of his bare skin penetrate my own as I began to rock on top of him, chasing that digit every time it pulled out of me.
“Don’t you dare stop touching me,” I groaned, letting one hand slide down the front of his body.
His abs clenched and trembled beneath my touch as I dragged my nails down them and delved into the waistband of his sweats.
Once I had his hard, hot cock free, I wrapped my fingers around it and jacked him once, smiling when it twitched beneath my palm.
His cock was a thing of beauty, a word I never thought I’d use to describe that particular appendage, but there you had it.
I wasn’t necessarily an expert, having only had a handful of partners in the past, but West’s dick blew all those others out of the water.
“You stop, I stop,” I warned as he pulled in a deep, rough inhale and added a second finger. He began to move in time with my ministrations, fucking me hard and deep with those skilled fingers as I pumped his long, thick shaft faster and faster.
Precum dripped from his crown, wetting my grip and making it easier to slide up and down as the muscles in my thighs began to tense and tremble. I was teetering on the edge of something spectacular, and neither one of us had even gotten naked yet.
“West,” I whimpered, feeling the pressure deep in my core build and build, threatening to pull me beneath the surface.
“Such a tight, hot pussy,” he groaned, driving his hips upward into my fist. “I’ve been dying to feel you since the moment I first laid eyes on you.
” With his free hand, he ripped the flimsy spaghetti straps of my nighty down my arms, baring my breasts to him, and leaned forward to suck one of my tight nipples into his mouth.
He moved back and forth between my breasts, alternating between stroking the sensitive peaks with his tongue and nipping them with his teeth.
It was too much, and when his thumb joined the game, pressing hard against my clit, I detonated, tangling my free hand in his hair while my other gripped his cock even tighter.
I came with his name on my lips, slowly coming down as he continued to stroke and suck.
That orgasm was better than any I’d had with those other men, but it still wasn’t enough. I felt greedy, empty, like I was missing something important, and I knew exactly what that something was.
Leaning forward and pressing my bare breasts against his chest, I rubbed my lips against his, my tongue peeking out for a little taste.
He didn’t hesitate to turn the chaste kiss hot and dirty, fisting my hair and plunging his tongue deep inside my mouth.
It was our first kiss, and it was everything.
He somehow managed to make me feel worshipped and wanted with only a kiss, and, in spite of the release I’d had a moment ago, it ramped me right back up again.
“West,” I panted against his lips.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I answered instantly, not feeling the slightest hint of embarrassment. I was too crazed and desperate to feel anything else. “I want you inside me right now, or I swear I’m going to lose my mind.”
The nightie was over my head and tossed to the floor in seconds, followed closely by the sound of fabric tearing as he literally ripped my panties off. They were one of my best pairs, but I couldn’t find it in me to care just then.
“Fuck me,” he grunted once he had me completely naked in his lap. “Look at you, baby. Knew you were beautiful, but . . .” His throat bobbed up and down on a thick swallow, “You’re better than anything I could have imagined, and I imagined a lot.”
“Please,” I begged, my core throbbing with an unbearable emptiness.
He reached between us, brushing my hand away and grabbing hold of his length. He notched it into place, and I readied myself to feel the stretch of him pushing inside me, but it didn’t come.
West’s nostrils flared on an inhale, every muscle in his body tight as a bowstring as he let out a curse. “Fuck. I need a condom.”
“I’m clean,” I panted desperately, placing my hands on his shoulders and digging my nails into the flesh that stretched over the hard, unyielding muscle beneath. “And I’m on the pill.”
Even in the shadows, I could see all that gold in his eyes catch fire, turning the brown to that reddish-amber color. “You sure?”
“Absolutely.”
On that one word, he took my hips in his hands and began to lower me onto his dick, raising his hips at the same time.
The sensation was painful and exhilarating at the same time.
I’d never been so full in my life. “This changes everything,” he gritted out once he was halfway inside me, a thin beading of sweat pebbling up on his forehead. “You’re mine now.”
Had there ever been a time when I didn’t want that? I couldn’t recall. All I could think about was him, and us, and his body gently but forcefully working itself inside of me. Nothing existed outside of that.
“No going back,” he stated with finality. “You get that?”
“No going back,” I repeated. I’d have said anything at that moment to get him to keep going.
I sank deeper onto him, having nearly taken all of him when he gave the cheek of my ass a slap, forcing me the rest of the way down on a sharp cry. “That’s it, baby. Take it all. Christ, you’re so hot. I’ve dreamed of having this pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Damn, who knew that sweet, thoughtful, considerate Weston Scott could be hard and dirty when it came to sex? I was pleasantly surprised, to say the least.
“God, I’m so full,” I sighed, willing my body to relax around him. “You’re so big it almost hurts.”
“You can handle it,” he grunted. “You started this, so it’s your show, Stella. Ride my cock. Show me how much you want me.”
Jesus, he was good with words, especially when he was buried so deep inside me I didn’t know where he started and I ended.
Doing as he ordered, I raised myself to my knees and eased back down, testing my limits on that one thrust to see how much my ribs could handle.
When I didn’t feel anything more than a slight twinge I did it again.
And again. And again, until I was riding him hard enough that pressure was building back to life.
My moans were met with groans and grunts from West, and when he leaned forward, cupping my breast to lavish attention on my nipple once again, I raked my nails across his scalp and held him to me.
He scraped his stubble against my tender flesh, making me shiver. I cried out when he bit down and flicked the tip with his tongue. Then he switched to the other to do the same.
I rocked harder and faster, his cock so big I felt every inch of him rubbing inside my channel.
“You okay?” he asked from beneath me.
“So good,” I groaned. Even if I did feel any pain, it was quickly overshadowed by the storm brewing inside.
“Fuck, I feel you,” he grunted, driving his hips up against me every time I crashed down on him. “Squeezing me like a goddamn vise.”
“Yes,” I cried as it built and built.
My head was at risk of falling back again, but before it could, West drove his hand into my hair and crashed my lips down on his.
The kiss overwhelmed me, the very last piece that set me off.
Lightning cracked, thunder boomed, and the tempest reached its crescendo.
I exploded, bursts of color dancing in front of my vision as I cried out with an orgasm so strong it threatened to swallow me whole.
West swallowed down every sound, every whimper, his arm a steel band around me as he drove himself upward, fucking me from the bottom until he swelled impossibly bigger and followed me over that edge, pouring himself into me with a hot, wild, feral noise that set me off again.
I collapsed against him, relishing the way his thin smattering of chest hair scratched roughly across my aching nipples. He held me tightly as we both slowly came down to earth.
And with him still buried deep inside me, I recalled what he’d said about me being his and him not letting me go. I felt the truth of his words in the embrace we were sharing, and damn if I had it in me to worry about what the future might hold.