Chapter 3
chapter
three
Stella
T he bed had a little bounce to it and I laughed as I pushed up onto my elbows. This angle did him a lot of favors, or maybe he was the one doing all the favors. I slid my foot back toward me, but he caught my ankle and pulled me back.
“Where do you think you’re going?” There was a possessive edge to the words as he flexed his hand on my ankle. Before I could answer though, he dropped down over me. Catching his weight on his hands, he boxed me in a blanket of masculine warmth and his very erect cock bumped my stomach.
“Well, I was on my way to get you,” I teased, wrapping my arms around his neck. The heat pouring off of him was glorious. The room’s air-conditioning might have been chilly, but my nipples weren’t taut peaks just from the cold. I slid my legs apart, inviting him to cradle himself against my hips. “But then you came and got me.”
It probably wasn’t anywhere near as funny a thought as it struck me. Laughter bubbled out of me when he dipped his head and went for my throat. The half-mouthed kisses interspersed with bites threatened a riot in my system.
“Slick,” he murmured, giving a gentle thrust that teased his cock along the slit of my cunt. He wasn’t trying to sink in, but the slow grind with so little friction had me shifting beneath him. “You are something else.”
“Hmm.” I hummed a sound as he kept mouthing kisses along my collarbone. The scrape of his stubble added little pricks of sharpness to each soft kiss. It was a slap and tickle in the best way. Especially when he kissed a path to my breast. “You like being shocked.”
I dug my nails into his shoulders as he sucked a nipple against his teeth so tight, a cry burst out of me. The sting and pull was so much—too much—and the harder he teased, the tighter I gripped him.
It was like his whole body pulsed against me and then he released the nipple with a noisy pop. The cold air across the damp flesh added another layer of sensation—more. It was like all the blood rushed into the tortured peak and it went cold, then hot, and then he blew a breath over the pebbled skin.
Hips bucking, I went for his hair to keep him from doing that again. It was too damn much, but he had both of my wrists in his clasp. Once he pinned them over my head, he studied me with the piercing brilliance of his blue eyes.
“I thought you wanted to know if I liked being on top or bottom?”
Fighting my panting breaths, I stared up at him. “I didn’t think that involved nipple torture.”
“Oh, Slick.” He damn near groaned that nickname he’d stuck me with. Not that I was complaining. No, definitely not complaining despite my defiance. “I think it’s going to involve everything with you.”
Then he was kissing me again. The slow grind of his body against mine just kept reminding me of how fat and heavy his cock was—and that it wasn’t inside me. Most guys were good with the roll on the condom and fuck you stupid . A good ten minutes if you were lucky, and I could almost get the orgasm out of it, if I gave them a hand.
Gem, it seemed, wasn’t giving me any hands as he returned to teasing my nipples. He went back and forth between them, alternating between long, slow licks, then sharp bites. Occasionally, he rubbed his cheek against the too-sensitive flesh and I’d be writhing all over again.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered against my ear. “I can smell you.”
“That’s kind of gross,” I admitted, but then, I couldn’t smell anything of myself. All I could feel or taste or smell was him . There was a headiness to his scent—sunshine, sand, and maybe more than a little salt and tequila.
I licked a line right up his throat when he lifted his head. It was a strain because he wouldn’t let go of my wrists, but I wasn’t really struggling. There was something sexy as fuck about being pinned in place while he made me squirm.
Suddenly he sat up, releasing my hands as he brought his thighs to rest on either side of my chest. The softness of the hair on his legs teased me, and he wasn’t keeping his weight on me, but I couldn’t move away.
It also gave me a lovely eye-to-cock view with his flushed so red it was actually tipping out purple dick. With my hands back, I wrapped my fingers around the stiff erection and gave him a couple of slow pumps.
“Hmmm…want to do that with your mouth?” The dark interest in his question sent another thrill through me.
Tilting my head, I met his gaze. He had a condom in hand. Oh, that sent another frisson through me, a zing of electricity from breasts to cunt and back again. Running my tongue over my lower lip, I switched my attention to his cock.
“Give me a little room?” At my prompting, he lifted his weight some and I pulled up onto the pillows. It gave me some options. I didn’t look away as I wet my lips again, then licked my palm before I stroked his cock from base to tip and back again. The springy hairs at the base there were softer than I expected. Maybe he’d waxed once upon a time.
That definitely softened the pubic hairs when they grew back in. Uncomfortable but worth it for the smooth skin. I preferred laser these days when I could afford it, but I was back to waxing right now.
With his gaze fixed on me, I parted my lips and then teased his tip over them like I was putting on gloss. The dribble of precum was warm and salty. I’d barely gotten a taste when he surged forward.
My eyes watered at the weight of him pressing deep, but I kept swallowing around him until he pulled back.
“Fuck me,” he whispered. “I want to fuck that mouth of yours…” He didn’t give me a chance to respond as he put action to his words. Every snap of his hips sent him deeper. He bumped against my throat, then down.
Every stroke filled my mouth with a fresh bit of salt and sweet flesh, his low grunts egging me on. He twisted one of my nipples as he fucked my mouth and I moved my head in a slow motion, to add to his thrusting.
The tears splashed against my cheeks as he slammed a hand to the wall and gripped the headboard. I relaxed my jaw as he kept pumping. When it was too much and I needed to breathe, I slapped his thigh once.
He pulled out immediately, his breath coming in harsh, ragged pants.
I went looking for the condom he’d dropped while he stared at me. As soon as I tore the foil from the corner, he shifted to slide his fingers to my cunt.
Thumb on my clit and drawing circles, he dipped two fingers into me. I arched my hips in invitation. I was definitely soaking wet and more than ready for him. After the way he felt in my mouth, I had faith he was going to feel even better inside my cunt.
Smoothing the condom on, I savored the way his pupils looked fatter and blown as he stared down at me. Keeping my legs spread as he worked his fingers in and out, I surged up to meet his teasing thrusts. When he curled his fingers and stroked that spot inside even as he increased the pressure of his thumb, I fought to hold on to the pleasure he drowned me in.
It was a strain. I was almost there and so ready to come, and then he pulled his hand away.
“Fucker,” I swore, as I wrenched my eyes open to meet his laughing gaze.
“Don’t worry, Slick,” he promised, licking his fingers off before he gripped my hips and pulled me down until my thighs were against his chest and his cock lined up with my cunt. “I’ve got you.”
Those were the last three words I heard as he filled me with a thrust of his hips on the last syllable.
“Fuck…” The word exploded out of me as he pulled back and then pushed himself in again. The angle gave him all the control and he kept my legs locked to him as he stared down at me.
Every bump of his hips seemed to impale me harder on him. Whether I was just intimately aware of every inch or just that turned on, I had no idea. But I was here for this. My breasts bobbed as he picked up the pace.
Then the man added a goddamn twist to his hips and he was hitting that spot over and over again. The earlier strain redoubled and a litany of “fucks” fell from my lips as he pursued my orgasm with a kind of relentless fervor that gave no chance for breath.
The bed slammed against the wall and the thump of the headboard to the drywall added a distinctive tempo to his strokes. Writhing, I scrabbled at the covers. I wanted to reach for him or touch him, but he had me on my shoulders, half-pinned, as he rocked me.
The orgasm that ripped through me was so loaded, it left me dizzy. And, holy fuck, he was still going. My mouth was open as he added a few more thrusts until he stiffened and came with a hard grunt.
He let my legs go slowly, as he dropped down and then he was draped over me—all hot, sweaty, and panting. Just like me. I swore he still felt hard inside me. I had no idea how long we lay there before he started kissing my shoulder.
Eventually, he sat up and, with care, pulled the rest of the way out. I lay there, uncaring of my sprawled position as he rose on shaky legs.
Smugness floated up inside of me. I’d done that to him. Well, I helped. He’d kind of done most of it. I was far more into participation than I’d gotten that time around. He disappeared into the bathroom. A flush of the toilet and water running in the sink later, he reemerged.
He had a washcloth in his hand. Like the genuine fucking gift he was turning out to be, he paused at my pitcher of margaritas.
“More?”
I sat up. “Oh, yes please.”
More sex? More margaritas?
Yes, the answer was still yes.
He filled the glass and carried it over. Before he handed it to me, he stole another kiss. I downed half the glass before I offered him a drink. He used the cloth to wipe me down.
I made use of the bathroom, half wondering if this was where the fun evening ended. To be fair, I’d definitely gotten more out of it than I’d planned. Returning, I found him sprawled on the bed, stroking himself lazily.
His cock was already semi-hard. Well, that was nice. Definitely a feature.
“Round two?” I teased.
“Yep,” he said, curling his fingers toward me. “Now you get to be on top.”
That had my cunt clenching all over again. “Too bad we only have one more condom.”
“You only have one more,” he said. “I have three in my wallet.”
Eyes closed, I tilted my head back in triumph before I got myself another drink. “That, my good sir, will definitely get you another blow job.”
Who needed sleep?