6. Scott
SCOTT
I woke up in the middle of the night to a warm feminine body pressed tightly against my front. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know who was there.
My troublemaker.
Mine, this possessive voice in my head claimed. Mine. Mine. Mine. I breathed in the soft coconutty scent of her shampoo and exhaled slowly.
She stirred, her ass rubbing against my front, and it didn’t take us any time to notice I was hard. Rock hard.
“I should get going,” she sleepily mumbled.
Something vibrated through my chest. Something primal.
Animalistic. My hand wrapped around her breast, and the two of us hissed.
Her leg rose, and I scooted closer. My eyes shut tightly at the feel of her heat and wetness against the length of me as I lined myself up against her.
“Your pussy’s fucking dripping,” I mumbled into the shell of her ear.
“Handsome,” she whispered. Part of me wanted to tell her my name if only to hear it in that sexy soft tone I knew I would be hearing on a loop once tonight was over.
No, that wouldn’t be happening. No way would one night be enough. Tonight wouldn’t be a one-time thing. Fuck that. I would need her every day for the rest of my life.
“We said one night,” she reminded me. My hand clenched around her tit, pulling and strumming her nipple. I loved the way her hips undulated and writhed against me. She might have been saying one night, but her body was already searching for me to fill her.
“Night’s still not over, troublemaker,” I rumbled. A breathy little giggle sounded in the air that made my cock strain to get closer to her.
“Then fuck me, handsome,” she challenged, topping from the bottom, or in this case the side. I pulled back, and in one long thrust, I pushed into her entrance and didn’t stop until I bottomed out.
“Fuck,” I cursed against her temple. “You feel so fucking good.” The sweetest pussy I’d ever had in my life. She was tight and wet, her velvety walls molding around me, gripping me like a second skin.
“You too, handsome, you too,” she moaned.
Sweat started to slick our skin, but we didn’t kick off the sheets we were under.
In breathy silence, only broken through by moans and soft cries, we found a rhythm, slow and patient, until she got too greedy and her free hand moved between her legs to her clit.
“My girl touching her little clit?” I grunted as I sawed in and out of her body at a languid pace.
“Handsome.”
“Keep touching yourself. Make yourself come on my cock. I need to feel you come undone.”
“Shit,” she squeaked, and I felt it. Her sex spasmed and fluttered.
“Good girl, such a good girl for me. Jesus,” I grunted, glancing down between us.
“Look at how well you’re taking me.” In my sleepy, lust-filled haze, I hadn’t noticed I wasn’t wearing a condom.
But in the heat of the moment, feeling her pussy milk me, looking at her milky fluid squelching between us, I didn’t care.
Suddenly, I felt like a fucking animal unleashed.
“You’re going to give me another,” I demanded, biting the inside of my cheek.
“Baby—“
“You are.” My jaw clenched. In a lust-filled haze where all I could think about was feeling her come around me again as I filled her tight little cunt with my cum and watch it drip out of it, the image of what I wanted was so fucking crystal clear in my head I wondered if I hadn’t somehow already lived this.
“I don’t know if I can,” she whined, but I shook my head.
“You can and you will. You’re going to milk my come out of me.”
“Fuck,” she cursed. I grinned like a lion about to pounce on its prey against her temple, kissing it before moving my mouth south to her neck and shoulder. I paid attention to every detail—every breath, every sound, every movement she made.
“Yes,” she hissed. Her hips moved back and forth faster and faster until I couldn’t handle it. I needed more. I flipped her over and mounted her like a fucking animal. Her hands gripped the sheets, and she moaned out.
“Just like that!” she cried out when I started to saw in and out of her with a punishing brute strength. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
“You got it, baby,” I grunted, smacking her ass over and over before clenching my hands around the plump flesh to soothe out the sting. “You like it when I give it to you hard?” I asked like a fucking bastard. The dirty words flowed past my lips, but every syllable made her wetter. Tighter.
“Like me using you like you’re my very own little plaything?”
“Yes!” She buried her face into the pillow. “Fuck me like your toy,” she whined beautifully.
“Your wish. My command.” I enunciated every word with every thrust.
Hard and fast, I knew I was going to come. I knew I should have pulled out and spilled my seed all over her skin, marking her for myself, but I couldn’t. Not when her body started to tighten and the heat of her pussy spiked.
“Oh! I’m— I think— Oh shit!” she squealed, clenching so tightly around me I was surprised she didn’t push me out. “What are what are you doing to me, handsome?” she panted, pushing her ass up higher, letting me take her deeper. “Right there! I think—“ she babbled incoherently.
My thrusts turned erratic.
Every movement was jerkier than the last as I thickened inside her, about to blow. “Come with me,” I demanded, punching my hips forward harder.
“I— I— yes!” she cried out, pulsing around me as her hips bucked. I didn’t stop.
I didn’t stop when my balls drew up tightly and warmth flooded at my spine.
Nor when ribbon after ribbon of my seed burst through me like a damn breaking, filling her to the brim.
My mouth dropped to her shoulder and bit down, and my eyes all but rolled to the back of my head as my release pounded through me.
I tried to keep my weight off her, but she had left me completely and utterly spent. The room smelled like sex, and I couldn’t keep my mouth off the naked flesh of her back, shoulders, and neck.
“Wow,” she breathed into the sheets, simply kicking her leg out, adjusting to my body half on and half off her. “That was… wow.”
“Hmm,” I agreed, kissing the shoulder I’d bit while caressing her arm with the tips of my fingertips as my pulse slowly went back to normal.
“You’re sweaty.” She yawned, obviously spent.
“You like me sweaty on you, don’t you, my little troublemaker.” She laughed, and instead of pushing me away, her arms pulled mine closer. I shifted us so we were back to spooning, her body perfectly tucked to my front. “Sleep.”
“Bossy,” she whispered with a sigh.
“Again, that’s not complaining.” My lips twitched. Silence fell between us for a long moment
“What about the rules?” she asked, half asleep, half awake.
“We’ll talk about the rules in the morning. Rest. I might want you again soon.”
“Mmm, okay,” she easily agreed, and even though I had just come, my cock jerked slightly at the possibility of getting back into the tightest, greediest pussy it had ever had.
I knew she was gone from my bed before I fully woke up.
And it sucked.
I wiped the sleep from my eyes as I glanced at her side of the bed.
The sheets and pillow were still warm, but my place was too fucking quiet for her to still be around.
She was gone, and her absence felt like a hole deep in my soul.
It cut through me. Waking up without her next to me felt like I was missing a goddamn limb.
I might not know my troublemaker’s name, but I knew she was mine.
I rolled over onto my back and pressed the palms of my hands to my eyes.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I’d done the one-night stand thing more times than I cared to admit. But she wasn’t a one-night stand. She was something completely different. She’s mine, that territorial, possessive voice inside of me growled, and I couldn’t get myself to disagree.
She was mine. The problem now was trying to figure out who the hell she was.
I rolled out of bed and heard my phone buzzing on the ground where I’d left my pants. I reached for it to see who the hell was texting me so early on my rare day off.
Sam: Don’t forget you’re meeting my sister for brunch today. Maybe see if you can show her around Houston?
I shut my eyes. Me and my big fucking mouth agreeing to shit without thinking it through.
When Sam had called me, it had thrown me for a loop.
We’d kept in touch after high school and through college.
Visiting here and there whenever I went back home.
But he had never been the one to reach out through the years other than in emails.
So, when he’d called out of the blue, I immediately answered, worried something had happened.
Sam was a couple years older than me and almost like an older brother figure I’d never really had. We’d been close, those kinds of friends who had a past and whenever you touched base, it felt like no time had passed.
Before we’d hung up, he’d cleared his voice and asked if I could do him a favor. I had assumed he’d needed to borrow money, so I had agreed, and that’s when he’d told me about his youngest sister. Estella? Stella? Star? Fuck, I didn’t even remember her name.
She was new in town, and he wanted her to know that she could call someone if anything ever came up. I didn’t remember her. All three of his sisters were a lot younger than us, but I’d agreed.
Now, though? I regretted it. Maybe I could turn him down? Lie that a last-minute practice popped up and offer to send my assistant, Abel, to go meet her. He would be polite and respectful. Before I could type out the lie, another message popped up.
Sam: Seriously, man, I owe you. Big time! Stella’s the youngest and wildest, and now she’s so far from anyone she knows, it worries me. Knowing that she at least knows you there will give me peace of mind.
Well, shit. Now I really couldn’t turn him down.
Me: No problem, man. I got you. She’ll be okay. I’ll make sure she has my assistant’s info, too, since I’ll be hitting the road soon.
I pressed Send and got up. I turned to look at my empty bed and scrubbed my face, feeling the scruff on my jaw, knowing I was running way late and wasn’t going to have enough time to shave.
I’d find my troublemaker.
Might not be today, but I would find her.