5. Stella
STELLA
My body bounced once on his massive bed, and I before I could catch my breath, his body covered mine.
I had no idea what it was about this guy, but holy fuck, he was hot!
I loved the filthy way he instructed me to give him what he wanted, to the way he had eaten and fingered me like I was an instrument he had mastered in a previous life.
No one had ever touched me, spoken to me the way he had.
I still couldn’t believe how fast and how wet he got me, right to the edge of an orgasm before pulling away.
I cupped his handsome face, and his beautiful chocolatey gaze locked with mine.
“I like kissing you,” I admitted. It was stupid, silly, really, to get so mushy with a man I was only supposed to spend one night with, but I couldn’t help myself.
“I love kissing you, too, trouble.” My stomach flipped, making me feel all warm and fuzzy, and I smiled during the next kiss we shared, deep and wet, his taste in my mouth. Mine, a voice whispered a little louder this time. Mine.
I squealed with joy when he flipped us over. My hands rested on his muscular shoulders. He was sitting now, and we were chest to chest. The smattering of dark hair felt good against me. He shifted us, and I feel his thick, long erection under me.
“I promised you a ride, baby, and I’m a man of my word,” he growled. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled.
“You just want me to do all the work, old man,” I teased. He chuckled, completely unoffended. His hand squeezed my ass cheek, and if I had been thinking clearly, I would have been in awe of the fact I was so comfortable being naked with a complete stranger whose name I didn’t even know.
I lifted my hips, lining my greedy pussy up with the tip of his cock, when his hands tightened on my hips. Our eyes connected.
“Hold up.” He swallowed hard, his sharp jaw clenched.
“What is it?” I asked, slightly confused. “Did you change your mind?”
“Fuck, no.” Relief I didn’t want to analyze washed through me. “I just… I’m clean, trouble, but we should still—“
“A condom,” I cut him off. He nodded. I blinked.
Oh my god, how could I forget about something so important?
“Yeah. I, umm, I’m clean, too, and I’m on the pill, but…
condom would be smart. If you have one. If not, umm…
” It would really suck. His forehead pressed against mine before he kissed the tip of my nose and reached for the top drawer of one of his nightstands.
He reached in and grabbed a foil square.
“You have no idea how fucking badly I wanna take you without this,” he muttered, and I found myself quietly agreeing with him.
It almost felt wrong to put a barrier between us.
It’s the hormones and a dry spell, Stells!
I scolded myself. No glove, no love. I could hear the words my mom had beaten into our heads over and over as teenagers.
He ripped the packet open, and I took it from him.
Settling back on his thighs, I rolled the condom down his shaft, loving the hiss of breath he exhaled. He throbbed in my hand.
“You’re beautiful,” I rasped. He made a deep almost animalistic sound.
“Ride me, trouble,” he demanded the moment he was covered and I had stroked him a couple of times.
“So bossy,” I playfully muttered. He ran his nose along mine the moment I was close enough.
“You like me bossy and dirty.” He wasn’t wrong. I loved it.
Loved? Love? I shook away the thought.
I lined him back up my entrance. I was wet and ready, more than slippery enough to impale myself on him, but I didn’t. I held back, slowly taking just the tip, grinding against him, rolling my hips only to let him slip out.
“Trouble,” he growled through gritted teeth. The smile on my face grew.
“Yes, handsome?” I moaned. He licked his bottom lip.
“You’re teasing me.”
“Am I?” I whispered, lifting up and taking him just a little more past the tip.
“You know you are.” He panted.
“But you’re so big, handsome.” My voice hitched. “Thick.” His grip on my thighs tightened deliciously, and I knew without a doubt I’d have bruises of his fingerprints in the morning.
“I’m going to ride you hard if you don’t take me all the way,” he threatened. My pussy clenched, something I knew he’d felt by the way his hooded gaze darkened.
“Hmm.” I grinned, taking another inch only to rise up, but his hands rose and gripped my waist.
“Quit playing—“
“Or what?” I cut him off, the challenge clear in my voice as a brow rose on my face. “You’re going to spank me?” I had no idea why this big, beautiful man brought this almost bratty side out of me, but I liked it.
It had been a long time, if ever, that sex had felt like this.
Fun. Easy. Almost intimate yet… exciting.
New. Thrilling.
“You’d fucking love that too much.” I had a feeling he wasn’t wrong. I wanted to lick the line of his jaw that clenched tightly. “If you don’t take me all the way, I’m going to flip you around, spank this pretty ass until I come deep inside of you, and not let you come until long after midnight.”
“Fuck,” I cursed. His hand smacked my left ass cheek.
“One. Two,” he started to count, and without thinking, I sank down, taking every single thick, girthy inch he had to offer. When he bottomed out inside of me, his balls pressed against my ass. My eyes shut, and I took a deep breath.
“Baby.” His voice sounded tight. “Look at me,” he demanded softly. “Give me those pretty, green eyes and look at me.” I did as he asked and was shocked to feel the exact emotions his eyes conveyed. “Too much?” His hand moved up and stroked my face. I shook my head slowly.
“Did you hurt yourself?” I shook my head again, unable to find the words of just how damn good he felt. What he made me feel.
He felt like… like home, I thought, but it quickly drifted away when his lips touched mine in a slow yet passionate kiss, one that didn’t take long to heat up, both of us lost in the moment and one another’s body. My hips started to move up and down, grinding down against him.
“You’re fucking perfect.” His lips on my neck made me shiver.
“Just like that,” I whimpered.
“Good girl,” he praised. The words settled deep, deeper than any other ones that had been spoken to me, in a place I didn’t know existed within me.
His hips started to thrust upward, meeting me stroke for stroke. Sweat slicked our skin, fingers dug into one another, and before I knew it, we were there. Together.
And it was beautiful.
Earth-shattering as waves of pleasure and heat unfurled into an almost out-of-body experience. I clung to him like he was mine, and I knew it would be hard to let him go. And I had a feeling it had nothing to do with the fact I’d just had the best sex of my life.
Sharing an orgasm with someone was something I thought only existed in porn or smut.
But there I was, coming undone on top of him as he pulsed behind the latex barrier.
Our foreheads rested against one another as we caught our breaths.
His lips touched mine while his hands stroked my back.
I rested my head on his shoulder like there was no rush for me to call an Uber or for him to take care of the condom.
“That was…” I started to say, but the words died on my tongue as unexpected emotions rose up within me. He kissed my forehead.
“It was.” There were no words to describe what we’d just experienced. I lifted up, a gasp escaping at the loss of him as I looked down at him. “I should take care this,” he said, and I felt his hand at his shaft.
“Right,” I whispered as I rolled off him.
He stood, and I watched as he walked around his room and right through to the ensuite bathroom. I pressed my legs together, smiling softly at the wetness between my thighs. My head fell back onto the pillow, and I pressed my lips together.
I couldn’t believe that just happened.
I’d known there was a reason I had to go out when I did.
I glanced at his room for a moment before I forced myself to sit up, bringing the sheet with me.
Not because I was shy or trying to be modest, but because suddenly, the room felt cooler.
We had been so worked up and hot over one another, I hadn’t even noticed the AC or the room temp.
Temptation prickled to ask his name, to break the rules and exchange phone numbers and maybe make plans to see each other again soon. I bent to grab my bra when a foot stepped over the material. I glanced up at my hot stranger and smiled.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked, brows bunched.
“I took the rough and bumpy ride, handsome. I should probably—“
“Get back in bed and hold on to the headboard.” He pointed, and my eyes widened.
“Excuse me?”
“I didn’t stutter.”
“Handsome, we said—“
“One night,” he cut me off. I managed not to flinch from the sting of his words. One night. Me and my stupid mouth and dumb-ass rules! “The night’s not over, troublemaker.” The promise of more hung thick between us.
The smart thing would have been to walk away.
One time with this man had already shaken up my world and probably ruined me for anyone else. I couldn’t imagine feeling anything close to what he had made me feel with someone else. Another round or two? I’d never be the same.
But I knew I wasn’t going to do the smart thing when it came to my tall, dark stranger. I stood and turned before looking over my shoulder and winked at him. I crawled to the end of the bed and did as I was told.
Like a good girl.