CHAPTER TEN
S TEFANIE
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H IS GAZE WAS LOCKED between my thighs. Julian lay there on his stomach, his eyes heavy-lidded and intense as he stared at the mess he’d made. The light from the patio window slanted through the blinds, striping across my body in golden lines that painted over my flushed skin and trembling thighs.
His hands rested on my hips, thumbs stroking the curve there as he watched his cum slowly spill from me. I felt it leaking. I practiced my Kegels, giving him something to look at. He didn’t move for a second. He just stared. Like my pussy was a masterpiece he couldn’t stop admiring.
Sprawled out on the bed, thighs spread wide, naked and satisfied, I felt like a work of art. Julian’s hands slid lower until he was rubbing along my inner thighs. Once he reached his destination, he touched me there, thumbs parting my lips.
I sucked in a breath as I felt him pushing his cum back into me with two fingers. A low groan vibrated in his throat as he pressed it deeper inside. He leaned in and kissed my clit softly. No teasing this time. No buildup. Just a warm, unhurried kiss, lips lingering there while his fingers moved with purpose.
"Look at that," he murmured, glancing up at me. His mouth was so close to my pussy I could feel the brush of his breath. “Your pussy’s full of my cum. That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
My hips jerked at his words, a fresh pulse of arousal rolling through me. I was still raw, still twitching from the orgasm he’d fucked out of me minutes ago. But his voice, his words, the way he looked at me... it was all too fucking much! I was pretty sure having him watch his cum drip out of me was the most intimate, erotic moment of my life.
“Shit,” he muttered, thumb rubbing over my pussy. “I fucked you raw without even asking if you wanted my cum in you.” His gaze rose to mine. “That’s a red flag, huh?”
I chuckled. “If so, then I’m a red flag this time, too, because I didn’t even think about a condom until you just said something.” Which was careless as hell on my part. I blame you, Tequila. “But on the baby front, you don’t have to worry. We’re all good there. And I’m clean. You?”
“I’m clean too. But I’ll get a test done just to show you, so you won’t be worried.”
“No need to send me the results. I have a yearly checkup in a couple of weeks. I’ll get tested then,” I told him.
All communication between us would end when the sun rose. My words seemed to dampen the mood a little. This was why these types of conversations should be had before the clothes came off.
Usually, I wasn’t this careless. But Julian Cattaneo had me so far gone that I hadn’t been able to think straight. I still wasn’t ready to think straight yet. I’d save that for the morning. I smiled down at him, but he just looked away from me. Guilt hummed through me.
"I’ll get a towel and clean you up," he said, pressing one last kiss to my clit. "Where’s the bathroom?"
"Connected to the bedroom," I told him, pointing to the door across the room.
He stood slowly, that naked, powerful body casting a shadow over the bed. I know my words had put out the fire that had been blazing between us. But I wasn’t ready for the flame to be doused yet. I wracked my brain, searching for a way to erase that look of disappointment from his eyes.
“Hurry back,” I blurted out before he walked away.
He paused and stared down at me. Slowly, that wicked smirk returned to his face.
“What, not through with me yet, Ms. Adams?”
I loved the way he flirted. “I’m just getting started, Mr. Cattaneo.”
There it was! There was that fire in his eyes.
“Be right back,” he promised before striding toward the bathroom.
I couldn’t tear my gaze from him as he walked away. It didn’t make any sense for a man to be that sexy. Damn . The bathroom door closed with a soft click, and then the sound of running water filled the air.
I lay there, gaze rising to the ceiling, heart still racing. I’d just had a one-night stand. With a man I met today. A smile tugged at my lips before I could stop it. I was completely wrecked in the best possible way.
Every inch of my body ached. My muscles were weak, my skin hot, my thighs still trembling. And yet, I felt good. Better than good. Alive. Drained and energized at the same damn time.
I didn’t feel guilty about tonight. I didn’t feel ashamed. I felt like I’d just experienced the kind of workout you couldn’t get at a gym. The kind that left you walking funny the next day and smiling every time you remembered it.
I would be smiling about this for a long time. I heard the toilet flush in the bathroom, and then the faucet was running again. About a minute later, Julian padded back into the room. He was holding a damp towel in one hand, eyes focused on me as he came closer.
He climbed back onto the bed, settling between my legs. His expression was serious now, focused as he carefully wiped between my thighs, cleaning me with a gentleness that contradicted the way he’d just fucked me senseless.
I watched him the entire time. Watched as he dabbed and swiped the warm towel along my folds, moving slowly, carefully, making sure not to miss a spot. I didn’t speak. Neither did he. When he finished, he leaned in and kissed the inside of my thigh, then stood and padded back to the bathroom to drop the towel in the hamper.
I couldn’t help but wonder where the hell this man had come from. How had our paths crossed? I mean, I know my daughter and his sister were roommates. But our meeting still seemed strange because he showed up right when I needed him, at the school and at the club.
And tonight, when I would’ve been alone, scrolling through social media or something, feeling all woe is me , I instead got to spend the night with him. This didn’t feel like the regular wham-bam-thank-you-mam type of sex.
It felt like more. It felt like I’d known him much longer than a few hours. Why? Why did being with him this way feel right? Not liking where my thoughts were headed, I pushed myself up on my elbows.
"I’ll be right back," I told him, swinging my legs over the side of the bed.
He gave a nod but said nothing as I crossed the room and stepped into the bathroom. I glanced over my shoulder to find him lying against my pillows, watching me.
“Like what you see?” I flirted, arching my back a little.
He lowered his hand to his cock and gripped it, stroking it slowly. “Come closer,” he whispered. “He can’t hear you.”
I chuckled. “Tell him I’ll be right back.”
“He said hurry your sexy ass up.”
My grown ass giggled as I closed the door, locked it, then turned the sink faucet on. Placing my hands on the bathroom counter, I nearly groaned at how sore I was. I hadn’t had my thighs open that wide for that long in a while.
And my jaw was still a little achy. But it was worth it. I flicked the light on and stared at myself in the mirror. Damn! I looked like I’d been through a very enjoyable war where I was fighting for my right to cum!
My hair was a mess, wild curls sticking out in every direction. My lips were swollen. My skin was flushed. And my eyes... they looked dazed. I looked sex-drunk. Sated. Like I’d just spent the last hour in the arms of a man who knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
I laughed quietly, shaking my head as I stared at my reflection. Well fucked didn’t even begin to cover it. And the night was still young. I handled my business quickly, using the bathroom and then washing my hands before splashing cool water on my face.
I ran my fingers through my hair in a half-hearted attempt to make it presentable. But honestly, I didn’t care what I looked like. Not right now. I felt too damn good to care. Plus, wild hair looked good on me.
I took one last glance at my reflection, smiled, and then stepped back into the bedroom. I found Julian right where I’d left him. He was propped against my pillows, head tilted slightly, eyes fixed on me like he hadn’t blinked since I disappeared behind that door.
The covers were pulled back on my side of the bed like an open invitation. I didn’t bother hiding the sway in my hips as I crossed the room. I climbed onto the bed without a word, stretched out beside him, and sank into my pillow with a quiet sigh.
I noticed his gaze drop to my hips, where the light from outside cut across the bed in sharp lines, illuminating my curves and casting the rest of me in shadows. His eyes didn’t leave me. They roamed the curve of my hip, the dip of my waist, the shape of my breasts.
He leaned closer. I braced for his touch, breath catching just a little, nipples tightening, pussy waking up from her nap. Instead of reaching for me, he grabbed the covers and pulled them over me, tucking me in. Oo-kay!
I blinked, caught off guard. “Are you getting sleepy?” I asked, snuggling deeper into the warmth of the cover.
“No. I just didn’t want you to get cold,” he told me, surprising me.
“Look at you, Mr. Green Flag,” I teased.
“So, you finally admit I’m a green flag?” he asked, turning onto his side to face me.
“This time.”
“All the time,” he corrected.
“Not a chance,” I teased.
He smiled. Damn , that smile could light up the darkness. Before I could think better of it, I slid my hand out from beneath the cover and reached for him. My fingertips traced the sharp angle of his cheekbone and followed the strong line of his jaw, skimming over the rough stubble that scratched deliciously against my skin.
His smile froze. Then it disappeared.
“Careful,” he warned, voice rougher now.
“Or what?”
“Or you won’t be able to get rid of me.”
I chuckled. “What? Would one touch make you want to stay?”
“One touch from you would make me want to do a lot of things, Ms. Adams.”
It was his serious expression that got to me. He wasn’t joking. This was treading into territory I wanted to avoid. I started to move my hand, but he covered it with his, keeping it pressed against his face.
“Stop running from me,” he said softly.
“I’m not running,” I lied.
“You know what I mean.”
No. I didn’t. Not really. And I didn’t want to dig into it. This was supposed to be sex. Just sex. A release. A hot, filthy, unforgettable night with a man I barely knew. Not whatever this was starting to feel like.
I didn’t move. Neither did he. We just stared at each other in the dark, breathing the same air, caught in that space between wanting more and pretending we didn’t. Well, he wasn’t pretending.
He was showing me exactly what he wanted, and it went beyond this moment, beyond tonight. I’d have to be blind not to see it. I was the one pretending. I was the one hiding the desire to see where this could go.
I hated how much I wanted this man. I wasn’t free to want him like this. Not a man who was so much younger than me. What would people say? What would my family think? How would my daughter react? This would embarrass her. This would embarrass me.
I’d been embarrassed enough to last a lifetime. That, too, was because of a man. Never again. I was strict with who I let into my life, into India’s life. I would remain strict. Tonight was all Julian Cattaneo would get from me.
“Come closer,” I whispered.
He hesitated, a flicker of restraint crossing his features. “If I come closer, I’m going to fuck you again,” he told me.
“I know.”
He inched my way. I turned onto my back as he got closer. He followed me, climbing on top of me. Our eyes locked, and I parted my legs, welcoming him into my space once more. He sank between my thighs, cock resting against me.
His thumb traced a gentle line along my cheek, his touch tender as his gaze held me captive. This man and his stares! I swear he was trying to see into my soul, the one place I didn’t need him looking.
To distract myself from the vulnerability creeping in, I rolled my hips slightly, signaling my desire. His eyes fluttered shut, a low groan escaping his lips as I felt him harden against my thigh.
Opening his eyes, he lowered his lips to mine, claiming them in a kiss that was sweet and tender. Our tongues met, exploring each other with a slow rhythm that spoke of a deeper connection.
“You’re a beautiful woman, Stefanie,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me in that slow, sensual way again. “I just want to be a part of your world,” he told me before his tongue caressed mine once more.
His hand moved between us, fingers grazing my sensitive nub, eliciting a shiver that coursed through my entire body. Then, I felt the tip of his arousal pressing against my entrance, gliding between my folds with a teasing patience that left me breathless.
He entered me slowly, inch by inch, filling me completely, sending pleasure spreading across me. I gasped into his kiss once he was fully seated inside of me, igniting every nerve ending in my body.
“You’re not ready for what I want,” he whispered, breath caressing my mouth, cock buried deep within me. “Don’t worry. I won’t rush you. I’ll take my time with you.” He eased out and then slid into me again. “I’ll be a patient man for you, Stefanie,” he groaned against my lips, easing out, then into me again.
"Julian," I moaned, the only word I could muster amidst the whirlwind of sensations.
He remained silent, letting his actions convey what words could not. He made love to me slowly with an intensity that was both gentle and consuming, bringing me to the edge only to pull me back, drawing out the pleasure until it was almost unbearable.
He drove me to the point of no return, then eased me away from it, torturing me in the sweetest way possible. This felt like a sweet revenge, like he was trying to teach me a lesson, show me that he could make me feel things no other man could.
Closing my eyes, I surrendered completely, allowing him to guide me through waves of ecstasy. I let him do whatever he wanted to me. I let him tease me, seduce me, caress me, kiss me, lick me, take me to heights I’d only read about in smut books.
And then he thrust deeply, sending me spiraling from those heights and crashing into an orgasm that made me shudder, pussy convulsing around his cock. A lone tear trailed from the corner of my eye as his orgasm followed, spilling into me as he groaned my name.
I hadn’t meant to cry. I didn’t even know why I was. But the way he was loving me... it broke something open. A yearning I kept locked away. The key had been lost years ago. The door couldn’t be opened again.
That didn’t stop me from craving more of what Julian was giving me. Afterward, he held me close, my head resting on his chest, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along my back as he pressed gentle kisses to my forehead.
If we could stay in this moment longer, that would be great, that would be perfect. But perfection didn’t exist. Morning and reality returned far too quickly. But that was the story of my life.
Just when things got good, just when I felt desired, cherished, and happy, something happened to remind me that those things were forever out of my reach. That something just so happened to be my daughter showing up at the rental home with her friends while Julian was still there with me.
And this was why I tried my best to avoid situations like these!
Fuck my life!