21. Stella
21
STELLA
L eo presses me against the glass, and my immediate thought is of the auction attendees.
Can they see up here?
What would they do if they could?
Would people stop to watch as my husband kicked my legs farther apart, then dropped to his knees in front of me? Would they gasp when he lifted me, hooking my legs over his shoulders, and buried his face in my pussy?
What would they say if they knew his tongue was diving deep, parting me and plunging in while they stared?
What would they do ?
I’m embarrassingly wet as the ideas race through my mind—so much so that when he pulls back, Leo’s chin is drenched. My palms are splayed against the window, slipping as I attempt to wiggle away from him, but he just clamps down on my ass with those big gloved hands and pins me harder.
“Don’t be shy,” he commands, trailing open-mouthed kisses up the inside of my thigh. “I love seeing what I do to you. I’d fucking walk downstairs with you staining me right now if I didn’t think you’d bolt at the first opportunity.”
It’s hard to breathe when he talks like that. “You’re so vulgar.”
“And you’re fucking delectable.”
One lick up my seam makes me tremble, and when he flicks the tip of his tongue against my clit, my back arches in pleasurable agony.
“I’m not shutting up about the way my bratty wife tastes. Not ever.”
“Because you’re vulgar. And difficult.”
“You love it.”
I don’t—at least, I don’t want to love it. Still, there’s no denying the little thrill that zips through my abdomen at how much he wants me.
Pathetic? Maybe. But right now, I’m taking any victory over him I can get.
Leo’s fingers slide around and dig into the soft tops of my thighs, indenting the skin, and I reach down to tug at his gloves. He glances up, arching his eyebrows.
“Off.”
“Do you enjoy ordering me around, wife?”
I nod, hopeful that my honesty might sway him. “As much as you apparently enjoy calling me that.”
He ignores my request, diving back between my legs with renewed fervor. My head tilts as his mouth covers me, spearing into my entrance and making my body quake.
Swallowing against the emotions swimming through me, I let my eyes fall closed and focus on my senses: his clean scent, mixed with a hint of hard liquor. The musk of my sweat and arousal cloying to the air around us. The feel of soft leather as he continues to hold me in place, sliding one hand up to grasp firmly at my hip when I start to squirm.
His kisses are loud and lewd in the quiet of the tower’s bedroom, echoing off the ceiling.
I’m dizzy, trembling with acute awareness of every little thing. Each breath I take draws a certain amount of my focus, as if I’m specifically categorizing the moments so I’m able to recount them later.
My toes curl as a bolt of satisfaction shoots through my pussy, ebbing upward and outward, like jelly working its way through my limbs. Just as I start for the cliff he’s so good at pushing me over, I note the pointed absence of one of his hands.
Seconds later, just as I peel my eyes open, it’s there —a bare, ungloved thumb brushes against my clit as Leo’s tongue flattens against my soaked flesh. He circles lightly, teasingly, and I find myself unable to look away from his gaze, even when the pressure increases.
He pulls back a little, but his thumb keeps the pressure on me. “How’s that?”
I nod again, unsure if I can do anything else. Before I’ve finished the movement, I feel the tip of a finger slipping inside, going as deep as possible. I inhale sharply, still not used to the invasion, even though this isn’t exactly new territory.
It was only a few hours ago that he made me climax in the ballroom while all those auction attendees sat, oblivious to the debauchery going on among them.
Or maybe they did know. Maybe they were watching, just like he said. Given the nature of the auction itself and the items up for bid, I wouldn't put it past them.
Stella Ricci’s virginity . Jesus, why did I think auctioning that off was a good idea? Even though Leo has me holed up here right now, I’m sure there will still be expectations once I’ve returned to the party. He’ll be fined for delaying the process, and the winning bidder will likely still want to collect.
My stomach churns at the thought of being stuck underneath some other man for any amount of time or sum of money.
“Shh,” he murmurs, adding another finger as I cry out. He meets my gaze, and my stomach tenses violently. “Just listen to how wet you are, baby. That’s all for me, isn’t it?”
“L-Leo…” I exhale, my body feeling like it’s being stretched in a million different ways.
He curls those fingers, stroking my inner muscles as he sucks my clit between his lips.
Shit. My face breaks out in pockets of excruciating heat, and I shift, trying to increase the friction, trying to get more, more, more…
“God damn it. Look at your cheeks, stellina . They’re bright fucking red, like you’re embarrassed to hear how soaked I make you.” He moans into me, and I think I might pass out. “That’s good, baby, I promise. Gonna feel so good when I slide my cock into your tight little hole in a minute.”
He swears again and again, switching to Italian and back, and then he’s moving faster, harder, his tongue flicking and tasting until I’m shoved over the edge into oblivion.
I come with a hoarse shout, my hands diving into his dark hair and pulling tight like the reins of a horse. I’m riding him, our eyes locked as I grind on his mouth. His frenzied gaze reflects the way my soul feels, and it’s several moments before I can even remember my name or what we’re doing here.
Slowly, he withdraws from me once I’ve relaxed my hold on him. He drags his lips against the inside of my thigh and then gently disentangles himself, placing both of my heels back on the floor as he pushes to his feet.
Panic seizes the logical parts of my brain as he begins to disrobe, shrugging out of his jacket and then undoing each button on his shirt without breaking eye contact. With my arousal and his saliva coating my pussy and thighs, I shouldn’t feel so completely out of my element, yet I can’t keep the sinking feeling from settling in as reality dawns.
I talk a good game, I guess, but I still don’t know what the hell I’m doing.
My thighs clench hard when he yanks at his tie, loosening it. I glance at his hands, trying to get a good look at the uncovered one, but he keeps his fist turned away, as if he knows exactly what I want to see.
Soon, he’s shirtless, that tie still knotted and hanging limp around his neck. He reaches for his belt buckle, and my arms shoot out, halting his movements.
Surprise riddles his handsome face. “Changing your mind?”
“No,” I rush out, my face on fire. “I’m just…”
Words fail me, and I deflate a little, letting my arms fall to my sides. Leo watches me silently for a beat, then works his jaw and steps forward, into me. He pulls off the remaining leather glove, and it falls to the floor with a dull whoosh before he grabs my wrist and presses my fingers to his belt.
“It’s okay to want this,” he says in a smooth voice. “To want me . I can keep a secret, stellina .”
My chin lifts. I take several deep breaths and then swallow. Hard. Distantly, I can almost hear my parents berating me for indulging my carnal desires, but I ignore them and concentrate solely on the man before me.
The one I’ve yearned for longer than seven years, if I’m honest with myself.
“Okay,” I acquiesce.
“Say it.”
“I want this.” My fingers flex, curling over the waistband of his pants.
“Be specific when asking for blessings.”
Huffing, I undo his belt quickly and yank him closer. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Good.” Shoving my hands away, he opens his fly and pushes his pants down his hips, kicking out of them before I can even blink. I got a good look at his dick last night, but seeing it again and knowing where it’s headed fills me with equal parts dread and exhilaration. I’m not exactly sure which to focus on as he grabs himself, pumping once with his big fist.
Then he’s gripping the backs of my thighs once more and hoisting me up, fitting me against the wall. “You think they can see up here?”
I shrug. God, I hope so.
For once, Leo seems as agitated and fraught as me, and he glides his tip through my sensitive flesh, parting my lips and spending extra time rubbing my clit. When I’m on the verge of another climax, he drags it down and positions himself. “There is a request before I fill you, I’m afraid.”
My grunt makes him smirk. “ What ?”
“Let down your hair.”
“What is this obsession you have with my hair?”
“It’s not the hair exactly. I mean, not just that.” Crimson paints his cheeks, highlighting the vulnerability in his hooded gaze. It’s only there for a second, but I notice. “I just want this to be the wedding night we didn’t get and for the details to match.”
I stare at him, trying to find a crack in his armor. Something that points to even a modicum of insincerity, but all I’m met with is blazing passion in his irises. Swallowing, I lift my arm above my head and pull one of the pins out, letting my hair fall in silky wisps down my shoulder.
The strands unfold and dangle by my hip, and Leo watches them, enraptured. I’ve let it grow longer than ever before, too swamped with school and work to find time to stop at a salon. Normally, I just throw it up in a bun or braid and forget about it, but the way he’s awestruck by just half of it right now makes me want to keep it down forever.
He notches his tip against me, and I jolt, startled.
His grin is a flame serrating my chest. “Let the rest down so I can put my cock in you.”
My hand tugs at the remaining pin, and the rest of my hair spills out in waves. It covers my breast, tickling the top of my thigh, and Leo hisses as he pushes forward, splitting me wide open.
I tense on instinct at the intrusion. My lungs expand but don’t compress, stunning me with their immobility.
Pain, pain, pain. It radiates up my core, slicing through my abdomen. My sisters said it wouldn’t be pleasant, but I didn’t know it would feel like being stabbed .
Leo’s fingers flex on my thighs. “Relax, Stella. There’s still more of me to take.”
“Oh God . You’re not in yet?”
“Not all the way.” He slides his thumb over my clit, and the muscles in my ass start to unclench. “You’ve gotta let me in.”
“I’m trying .”
I peel one shaky, sweaty hand from the wall and grab his neck. The other follows suit, and they lock behind him, digging into his equally damp skin. Is he nervous, too?
“Relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He pushes in another inch, and I can actually feel my body loosening, opening up like the petals of a blossoming flower. The sting is still there, but it’s replaced by a fullness unlike anything I’ve known. “This cunt was made for me to slide right into.”
Again, my body moves of its own accord, driven by some basal biological response. My legs press out, spreading wider; he adjusts, allowing me the extra room, and manages to slip all the way in so his pelvis is flush with mine.
I inhale through my teeth, my chest light.
“Fuck. There we go.” Butterflies erupt in my stomach with his praising assessment. “I’m in, baby.”
A lightning bolt of discomfort strikes through me, dissipating quickly. Now I just feel stuffed—impossibly so, like I’m being stretched to my limit. One of my hands curls up, tangling in the hair at the base of his skull.
He slides a rough palm over my side, squeezing my breast before wrapping his long fingers in my tresses. I half expect him to pull or grip as tightly as I am, but his touch is strangely gentle despite the bold heat lighting his eyes.
“Shit. Così dannatamente stretta .”
I gulp down a breath. “Huh?”
“You’re tight , wife. I can’t fucking see straight.” He somehow keeps me up with his hips, shoving the hand on my thigh between us to toy with me. “If you don’t loosen up, I’m going to come before I’ve even fucked you.”
For some reason, that makes my lungs constrict. “In me?”
“What?”
My breaths grow shallow, and I dip my chin, looking up at him through my lashes. “Are you going to come in me?”
He lifts his head, and I feel him slide out slowly. His fingers continue strumming my clit, making delicious tension coil in my stomach. Our eyes stay locked as he retreats, and then his hips snap forward, filling me instantly with every hard inch of him.
I see stars.
“Be careful with requests of that nature,” he says, grinding each word. “Your father didn’t give me his firstborn, so I’m liable to ensure I get yours.”
Oh my God. It feels like a threat…or a promise.
Either way, his words send a fresh spray of goose bumps down the length of my arms. My pussy spasms, arousal spinning like a broken record in my veins, building and building. The idea of being shackled to him in such a permanent way should have me pushing him off and running for the hills, but instead, I’m pulling him closer and fusing his lips to mine.
As if startled by the kiss, he flinches into it. A moment later, though, he’s tugging at my roots and angling my head so he can delve deeper. With each sloppy tangling of our tongues, he fucks me slowly, sawing his cock in and out as if actually trying to cut me in half.
When he grabs beneath my knees, using the leverage to push them to the wall and spread me as wide as I can go, an anguished moan works its way from my chest. My eyes flutter closed as waves of spiked euphoria rush through me.
“No,” he snaps, and I gaze up at him immediately. “ Look at what I’m doing to you. Watch my cock make a mess of your pretty cunt.”
The filthy words and the lewd sounds are too enticing. I exhale shakily, forcing myself to stare at where we’re connected. Inch after luscious inch of him disappears inside me with each flex forward, then reappears like magic when he moves back.
I’m enthralled at the sight of my juices coating him. So much so that I can’t help but reach down, sliding two fingers over his shaft in a V shape, feeling him on top of just watching it. Almost as if I need the touch to truly be grounded in this moment.
“ Jesus. That’s… fuck , baby. So fucking hot.”
My brows rise, and my heart stutters in my chest. “Really?”
Sweat tracks down his face, and he adjusts his hold on my legs, wrapping them around his waist. We’re flush, our bodies lined up, and he pushes all the way in with a nod. My fingers brush my slick, swollen skin and come away saturated.
“I’m gonna go fast,” he says, speeding up even before he’s gotten the words out.
Every thrust makes my ass squeak on the glass, and I can’t help wondering what the people outside think again. If they’re looking up here, watching Stella Ricci’s deflowering.
My synapses hum with excitement.
I focus on Leo’s cock as it slides in and out of me, between my fingers, its silky, smooth shape reaching spots inside me that I didn’t know existed. He hoists me higher, moving deeper, until I’m clawing at his chest with my free hand, half mad with the desire to climb him.
My fingers catch on the tie that’s still around his neck, and I slip, trying to keep myself afloat. Instinctually, I hook my thumb on the fabric and draw tight, cinching it at the base of Leo’s neck.
Shock shadows his features for the briefest moment. I go to remove my hand, fear combining with lust, just like it did seven years ago.
I expect him to shove me away and withdraw. I expect some kind of punishment.
But just like he did the night we married, Leo De Tore surprises me by leaning into the threat. He covers my fist with his own before I can pull away and forces it closer to his throat.
“Tighter,” he huffs—no, not quite a huff. It’s more like a whimper, something born from despair. He moves faster, fucking me in earnest, his hips bruising mine each time he plunges back in. “Make me come, baby. I need it bad.”
My eyes widen at the heavy plea in his voice, and my tongue is thick in my mouth. “I don’t know what I’m doing… It could kill you.”
His grin stokes a fire deep in my belly. “What a way to go.”
He makes my limbs feel wobbly, and I pull at the tie, watching it constrict around him until his skin blooms a dark pink. His nostrils flare, and I release the pressure, watching him for signs of distress or retaliation.
All he does is drive a hand into my hair and move faster.
I grip the tie again, my back arching with delight when he groans, half agony and half pleasure.
Licking my lips, I loosen the knot a little more. I move my hand from between us, sliding slowly up my sternum, and then run my thumb over my nipple. He watches the movement, his eyes wild.
“This feels good,” I say in a soft voice, not really sure of how to do dirty talk, though willing to try anyway.
“Yeah?”
I bite my lip, tightening the tie once again. My hips slowly undulate, attempting to meet him thrust for thrust, even as I’m still trapped against the window.
“It’s not enough though, is it?” He grunts. “You feel full, but not filled , right?”
“I…I don’t?—”
“You need my cum. Say it.”
Saliva pools in my mouth.
I shouldn’t say it or want it.
But God help me, I do.
I’m powerless against it.
“Please come in me.”
“God-fucking-damn. Fuck , Stella, what are you doing to me?” He sounds angry, though I’m not sure at who. “Whatever you say, baby. I’ll dump my cum in you as many times as you want.”
The image alone has me spiraling, and I wish I could explain it to myself, at least long enough to redirect the feeling or put a name to it, but I can’t. It’s wholly carnal and crazed, and I just let it happen.
As I yank at the tie, his movements grow more brutal. While at the same time, I wrap my legs as tightly around his waist as I can, pulling him closer. Closer still—it doesn’t feel like it’ll ever be enough.
I pinch my nipple, then scrape my nails against his chest, curling each finger back around his neck as I hang on. Leo fucks me with such primal power that the glass behind us trembles, and I tremble with excitement, too distracted by how good all this feels to fully notice when he seats himself inside me for the last time.
He moans— miserably , torturously—through his climax, and it echoes in my bones, pushing me off the edge into complete ecstasy. I wish I could soak up the sounds he makes and live forever within them.
My arms fall limp to my sides, Leo’s body the only thing holding me up as electric shocks rattle me to the core.
When he’s finished, he drops his forehead to mine and says something under his breath in Italian. I’m too spent to move, but then everything else about the night comes rushing back like water through a broken dam. I push at his chest, trying to gain distance between us, but he just shakes his head.
“Not yet. I’m nowhere near done with you, and before you try to escape me and head back to that fucking auction, I’m staying right here. Gonna let my cock sit in you, keeping you plugged up till your cunt’s drunk her fill. Then I’m gonna start moving. Let you get me good and ready for another round, and do this all over again.”
My throat is dry, so I don’t say anything, even as emotions war for dominance in my mind. Alarm bells ring in the back of my head, but contentment seems to edge everything else out.
Right now, I realize, I’m too elated to care.