Chapter Fifty-One
Chapter
Fifty-One
Beulah
After quietly closing Geraldine’s bedroom door, I left her to nap. We had worked out in her garden today. Part of the time, she’d been here in the present, and the other part had been nineteen fifty-three. She was tired from her outing yesterday and asked me to help her reorganize her closet. However, when we had gotten up there, she’d decided she needed rest. Five minutes later, she was softly snoring.
There were dishes in the dishwasher I needed to unload and dusting in the parlor I was going to get to today. It had been hard not to think about Stone all day. His smile, his scowl, his voice when he was inside me. Shivering at the thought, I went to the kitchen and stood there for a moment, remembering how he’d bathed me last night. Then, how we had made love gently at first as the water hit us from above, so quickly it had turned frantic. Wild. With my entire front pressed against the marble wall of the shower while he entered me, his body covering mine. Every time he slammed into me, my feet had lifted from the floor. He’d growled in my ear with every thrust.
Before I could reach my climax, he would pull back. Bringing me there time and again, then letting it fade slightly. I’d been so desperate that I began pleading for him to make me come.
He pulled my hair and bit my ear roughly. It was his words that had sent me crying and almost collapsing from the orgasm that hit me. “Next time, I’m going to shove this dick in your pretty mouth and watch your eyes water as you gag. I want to see my come running down your neck. Coating you.”
All I had been able to think about since I woke up this morning was my mouth on him. I’d wanted to try it, but I couldn’t be late getting here. Instead, I had fantasized about it whenever I got a chance.
Walking over to the pantry, my thoughts were on that scenario. The fingers that wrapped around my wrist when I opened the door startled me, and before I could scream, a hand covered my mouth. I was pulled into the dark pantry. My mind racing while trying to figure out what was happening and what to do. I couldn’t let whoever this was find Geraldine.
“It’s me,” Stone said in my ear. He removed his hand, and I let out a relieved breath before spinning around to face him.
“What in the world are you doing? Trying to scare me to death?” I asked, unable to see his face clearly in the darkness. The light seeping from under the pantry door gave us enough illumination that I could make out his body in front of me.
“I need to fuck you,” he said as he jerked my shorts down.
“You snuck in to have sex with me in the pantry?” I asked, my heart racing for other reasons.
“Yes,” he growled. “All I can think about is being inside you. I can’t get shit done.”
“Geraldine could come down here and hear us,” I reminded him.
“Not if you’re a good girl and don’t make any noise.”
I wasn’t sure that was possible. “Stone! We can’t do this,” I argued, but it was feeble. The idea of him taking me in the pantry with Geraldine upstairs was exciting.
“Take your shorts off, Beulah,” he demanded.
I did. I pushed them down and kicked the discarded clothing aside. I knew we could get caught. I didn’t want Geraldine to catch us. But I’d been in a constant state of arousal thinking about Stone’s hardness in my mouth. Choking me. He picked me up and pressed my back against the wall. His lips found my neck as he slid into me in one swift push, taking my breath away.
I wrapped my legs around him to hold on as he rocked into me over and over. “Such a dirty girl,” he said as he nuzzled my neck. “Pulling your pants off and giving me this pussy in a pantry.”
I whimpered. The recklessness of our actions and his hard body taking me rough was almost more than I could handle. I wanted to cry out. Beg for more. But I bit my bottom lip and held it in.
“That’s it. Be nice and quiet while I fuck this pussy. All I could think about. Can’t function from needing this. The thought of you makes me so damn hard.”
I buried my face in his chest to muffle the noises I was making.
“You’re soaking wet, Beulah. Dripping little pussy. Makes me think you were already aroused before I got here.”
I held in a moan. “I’ve been thinking about sucking you all day. What you said last night,” I whispered, the darkness making me bold.
Air hissed between his teeth. “Thinking about taking my dick in your mouth made you wet?”
“Yes,” I admitted with a sigh of pleasure.
He began moving faster. His heavy panting quick against my ear. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his chant made my climax climb faster. The beating of his heart matched my own.
“That’s it, take it like the dirty girl you are,” he whispered as his body began to grow taut. “My sweet little thing wanting to take my cock like a slut.”
The peak washed over me. I started to cry out, and his hand covered my mouth. His eyes locked with mine as I shattered to pieces in his arms. Then he pulled from me. “I’m coming,” he growled. With a long groan he pumped his release all over my thighs as I watched with fascination.
We were both gasping for air as we stood there in the darkness. I wished I had been able to see clearer. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, but I had wanted to see his face when he had pulled away and came.
“I’ll clean you up,” he said softly.
I watched as he found a paper towel roll in the corner and began to wipe himself from my skin. Once he finished, he lifted his eyes to meet mine. “Tonight, you’re taking me in your mouth. I doubt I can focus on much else now. But that will help get me through.”
I started to get my shorts, and he stopped me. “I’ll do that.”
I stood there as he dressed me. My heart full. My body sated.
Footsteps stopped us both. A grin that I could see in the darkness curled on his lips. “Better get out there. She’ll be looking for you.”
I quickly straightened my hair and opened the door to step out, hoping she didn’t notice I was walking out of a dark pantry with nothing.
Geraldine was at the sink. “I think we should have tea out on the veranda,” she said cheerfully.
“Okay, yes, that’s a good idea. I have the tea cakes and sandwiches you mentioned earlier in the fridge.” I sounded nervous. She didn’t seem to notice.
“Lovely. It’s perfect weather for tea outside.” She took the tray with the teapot. “You get the nibbles, and I’ll take this.”
“Okay,” I readily agreed.
I quickly found the items I had made earlier today when she’d mentioned she’d like to have them. But not before I took a glance toward the pantry. Having our tea outside would give Stone time to leave without being seen.
Geraldine opened the door leading onto the veranda and paused. “Oh, and Beulah,” she said.
“Yes?”
“Grab another cup and tell Stone that I’d love for him to get out of my pantry to join us for tea.”