Chapter 21 #2
His chest heaves while he stares at me before, finally, he turns away. He’s silent for a few moments. Eventually, he talks.
“My middle name is Mathew, after my dad. I’m twenty-eight.
My birthday is in the spring. My last girlfriend, if you can call her that, her name was Natalie, but we dated only for two months, and then I broke up with her.
I’ve never had my heart broken—until now.
” Turning to face me, he walks so that his body is inches from mine.
“If you leave, you’re going to break my fucking heart, Stella. ”
“Ridge,” I whimper. “Stop.”
“No,” he replies sharply. “I know that you’ve been through more pain than anyone should ever have to go through.
I know that Christmas isn’t easy, and yet you were the highlight of my family’s get-together, just by being yourself.
I know you put on a tough act, but inside, you’re sweet.
” Reaching for my cheek, he brushes his fingers against my skin.
“And I know you don’t love your job, but you love the security of a steady paycheck and being able to afford a nice place to live.
Because after years of having neither of those things, you aren’t ready to give it up. ”
Tears blur my vision, and quickly, I look away from him. “I can’t give up everything to move here with a guy I just met less than two weeks ago, Ridge. I won’t.”
“And I can’t follow you to New York because my livelihood—my entire life—is here,” he rasps. “Even if I wish I somehow could … New York … it’s just not my scene.”
Tears roll down my cheeks, and I sniffle. “So, it’s decided then?” I croak. “This thing … you and I, it could never work.”
“I guess not.” His voice is gravelly now.
I stare up at him through tear-soaked lashes.
He’s not dressed in a suit or fancy shoes, like the men in the city are, but that makes him even handsomer.
Right now, he stares down at me in his simple hoodie and baseball hat, making this moment hurt even more.
Cupping my face, he brings his mouth to mine, and both of our eyes flutter shut as he kisses me deeply.
“Fuck me one last time, Ridge,” I sob against his lips. “Please. I’m not ready to never feel you again.”
He groans, “Stella, I’m going to fill your tight hole so fucking full that, just like I promised, I’ll be with you long after you’re gone.”
“And what about you?” I whimper. “You’ll just get to be free of me once I leave? Is that it?”
“I know for a fact that no woman will ever make my cock as hard as you do, baby.” He slips his tongue into my mouth, and between our pants, I feel his erection poking against me. “All it takes is this fucking mouth being sassy, or one small touch, and my dick turns to steel.”
“Take it out,” I cry desperately. “I need your cock. I need you.”
“You take it out,” he rasps. “Do that one last thing for me.”
Dipping my hands down, I reach between us and unbutton his jeans and push his briefs down. I don’t take his jeans all the way off, but just enough to give me what I need.
When I put my thumb to the tip, pre-cum wets my skin, and I bring it up and drag my tongue across my finger. “I love the way you taste,” I breathe out, loving the whimper that erupts from his throat.
Dropping to my knees, I stare up at him through tear-soaked eyes as I bring him into my mouth. I’m ready to make sure he never forgets how good my lips can make him feel. Or how hard my tongue can make him come.
And I’ll never forget the look in his eyes when he stares at me with pure desperation. Because no man has ever looked at me quite like that before.
Until Ridge.
“Fuck … baby. That’s it,” I grunt. “Your throat feels so good while I’m driving my dick down it.”
I rock my hips against her, thrusting my cock further down her throat. I’m damn near close to choking her, but she takes me inch by inch, not even batting a fucking eyelash.
I’m really going to miss this fucking girl.
“Wish I could fill every fucking hole of yours,” I choke out, using the armrest of the chair and her hair as leverage to rock myself deeper into her throat. “Leave a piece of me inside of every part of you so that you’d never be the same.”
Wet lips and a soft, warm tongue work their way up and down my length as her big eyes stare up at me.
I don’t need to rock my hips or thrust her face harder against me because she’s sucking my dick like she’s on a mission to earn a mouthful of cum.
And if she keeps it up, that’s exactly what she’s going to get.
I’m so close, but I’m also scared to death that the second I come, she’s going to think this is over. She’ll want to go back to shore and run away from me, and I can’t let her do that. So, instead of filling her throat full, I decide to heave her up onto her feet.
Yanking her leggings down, I lift her and set her on the bulkhead in front of where my captain’s chair is before I climb into it and look forward at her.
“Spread your legs, baby,” I grunt, palming my cock. “I’m going to fuck my hand while I watch you play with that tight pussy.”
Reluctantly, her hand slowly works its way down her abdomen, stopping between her legs. But still, she doesn’t spread them apart. I give her another few seconds—until I’m too impatient. Then I lean forward, spreading them apart abruptly, and a hushed whimper leaves her lips.
“Be a good girl and show me how you’re going to play with yourself when I’m not around.”
I palm myself again, relaxing back and taking in the sight of her spread eagle in front of me. It doesn’t matter that there’s a beautiful lighthouse or morning sky behind her. All I see are her glazed-over eyes, her pretty pink pussy, and the gorgeous face of an angel.
“Only if you show me what you’re going to do when I’m gone,” she whispers breathily. “And tell me what it is you see in your head when you do it.”
Reaching my hand out to her, I put my palm in front of her mouth. “Get my hand nice and wet, just like your pussy always is for me.”
There’s no hesitation; she drags her tongue along my palm before spitting on my skin, and I give her a small nod.
“Good girl. Well, first, I’ll probably think about that look in your eyes whenever you need my cock,” I start, and with my palm nice and soaked, I wrap it around my aching cock and begin to stroke. “Because you’re a little slut for my cock, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” she chokes out, circling the pad of two fingers over her clit before sinking a finger inside of herself. “I’ll think about how your cock always looks so fucking hot that I can’t help but drop to my knees and suck it.”
“Yeah, you love sucking my dick, don’t you, Stella?” I coo. “You love feeling me hit the back of your throat while you’re choking for air.”
“I do,” she whines, fucking herself harder. “This just isn’t the same as your dick, Ridge.”
Flipping my hat backward, I lean forward and drive my face between her thighs, nudging her hand out of the way before I push my tongue inside of her with no warning.
I continue to stroke my dick because I think it may explode if not.
And with her head pressed against the front window, I eat her like she’s the first piece of cake I’ve ever seen after being deprived of sweets my whole life.
Tipping my head back, I spit against her heat before using my fingers and shoving them inside of her. I sit back in my seat, but this time, I yank her along with me, making it so she’s straddling me now.
“Wrap my cock up in that tight pussy, Fireball,” I growl into her mouth. “Sink right down onto me and let me feel what I wish were mine.”
Lifting her hips slightly, she lowers herself down. Between my spit and her being so fucking turned on, she’s soaked, and she slides down my length, feeling like fucking heaven.
I wrap my arms around her, gripping her by her ass cheeks. “No one has ever made me come the way that you do, Stella,” I tell her honestly, my fingertips creeping closer to her ass. “And no woman has ever turned me on this badly either. You drive me wild.”
When my finger slides further, just barely pressing against her asshole, she moans and begins to ride my dick.
Her eyes burrow into mine, but it’s not like she’s searching for something.
Instead, it’s like we’re talking without having to say a fucking word.
I feel her in every single place in my body right now.
And in this moment, with her rocking back and forth on my cock and her hazel eyes looking into mine, I feel like she’s a part of me now.
I’m scared she always will be too.
“Ridge …” My name comes from her plump lips in a weak whisper just as tears spring into her eyes. She doesn’t say anything else; she doesn’t need to either.
We both know that this is the end of the road for us, and as I play with the edge of her ass, I swallow thickly.
“Right here, baby. Take it,” I utter. “Take every inch because until you’re gone, it’s all yours.”
Her fingernails dig into my shoulders, damn near drawing blood, and she bounces herself harder on my cock, taking what she needs from me while she still can.
She doesn’t need to tell me she’s coming because I feel her pussy begin to quiver for me. And when she cries out my name, cum shoots from my cock, filling her full, just like I wish I could every single day for the rest of my life.
Her body continues to rock against mine, though it gets slower and slower. And when she leans forward, burying her face into my neck, I know that right then is probably the last time I’ll be that close to Stella Stewart.
And I know there’s not a single fucking woman who’s going to fill the void she’s going to leave me with.