Chapter 22
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Beck
If I told Stella what I had planned to do to her tonight, she’d no doubt rip off one of her ultra-high heels and thwack me with it.
Stella was sexy as hell, gave as good as she got, made me shift my focus about a lot of things, but best of all being with her felt easy, comfortable—like being at home.
It was like being with a friend, but better because she was gorgeous, and I wanted to get her naked.
Patience. I’d had to exercise a lot of it this evening and I was fast running out.
I unlocked the door to our hotel room and held it open as she walked through.
“You promised me kissing,” she said. “But it’s later and still I’m kissless.”
“Kissless?” I asked. “Well we wouldn’t want that.” I spun her around to face me, cupped her face, and pressed my lips to hers.
Her hands slid up the sides of my shirt and I held back a shiver. When had a simple touch over my clothes ever had such a visceral effect on me?
I wanted this woman. This woman. Not just sex with a pretty girl. I wanted to undress Stella, to lick and bite every square centimeter of her until I knew her better than I knew myself.
I wanted to devour her.
She sighed under my touch and her hands caught my wrists. I pulled back. “You okay?”
She grinned, her lips reddened with heat. “Absolutely.”
“You know that this is more than kissing tonight?”
“Oh yeah?” she asked. “What did you have planned?”
I circled my arms around her waist and pulled her tight against me. “Naked stuff.”
She laughed. “Such a Casanova.”
The smooth guy I used to be, the one who knew how to seduce a woman, had disappeared. I’d never really understood the concept of being disarmed until Stella London. I bent and kissed her neck. “Not trying to be anyone but me,” I replied, tugging at the buttons at the back of her dress.
I stripped her down to her underwear and walked her backward to the bed. I needed to get a grip, to take back control of this situation. I leaned over, pressed a kiss to her soft stomach and let myself breathe her in. Tonight, she’d be mine. Finally.
I hooked my thumbs into her knickers, dragging them off as I pushed her back onto the bed and kneeled at her feet. My dick started to throb at just the thought of what she tasted like. Of how she smelled.
Jesus, what was the matter with me? I was like a teenager leafing through the underwear section of my mother’s catalog.
I pressed a kiss at the juncture of her thigh, and she groaned. Good. It wasn’t just me. She was worked up too—she wanted this. Wanted me.
I made my way up to her perfect hip bone, across to the other side and down, enjoying her warm, smooth expanse of skin, needing to take my time but greedy for all of her all at once.
“Beck,” she groaned, sliding her hands into my hair, the sound vibrating through my body in a way I was sure would register on the Richter scale and gathering in my balls, building my need for her by the second.
I pressed a kiss over her clit. “You’re going to have to be patient.” I said the words as much to myself as to her.
She sighed and I began to lick—slow, dirty strokes, going deeper and deeper.
I wanted to bury myself in her. I took a breath, trying to dampen down the starting growl of my orgasm and focus on making the strokes longer and longer.
Her hips lifted off the bed, and I pressed one hand on the hot skin of her stomach and the other on her thigh to keep her in place.
“Tell me before you come,” I said.
A gush of wetness spilled out onto my tongue and Stella began to grind against my mouth. “Beck,” she cried.
I moved away. “You close?” I asked.
“Yes. No . . . but . . . Oh God,” she groaned again as I pressed my fingertips into her milky skin—warm like sun-kissed seawater.
For a split second I wondered if Matt had ever gone down on her. I doubt he had any idea of what to do with a woman. I would show Stella that she wasn’t missing anything by not being with him.
I resumed my exploration of Stella, kissing, licking, and sucking, reveling in her sighs and moans, savoring the way she squeezed her eyes tight shut as if trying to block out the pleasure she was feeling.
Her body was perfect from this angle, all smooth curves and goose-bumped plains.
Her pulse tripped under my tongue, sending sparks of lust right to my cock.
She definitely wasn’t far off, and I pulled away to assess her expression.
She was lost. Floating. Her cheeks flushed, her hair spread out on the bed.
I’d never seen her look so beautiful.
“No coming,” I barked.
“I’m close,” she said, her voice breathless and weak.
We’d just have to do something about that. I gave her one final lick and then sat back. “Take a breath.”
She gave me a confused look.
“I said no coming and I meant it.”
I liked that her orgasms didn’t come too easily. By the time I’d finished with her, she’d be coming on command.
She lifted up onto her elbows. “Beck, what . . .”
“You’re getting nothing else until you promise you won’t come without telling me.”
“I p-promise,” she stuttered.
I resumed my position, blowing on her clit and circling her entrance with my finger. She moaned. “I mean it, Stella. Relax and take a deep breath or I’m going to stop.”
“What are you doing to me?” Her gaze flitted around my face.
“Trust me and you’ll find out.”
Her ribcage rose as her lungs filled and then she exhaled—a long, slow breath pushed from her lips.
“Better?” I asked.
“Define better.”
“You’re not going to come straight away?”
“Yeah, you and I have a different definition of better.”
I pressed a kiss to her hip bone to stop myself from smiling. “You’ll see.” I twisted my fingers, working around her entrance, and lay my tongue flat against her clit. Her body tightened, her breaths shortened, and her hands fisted in my hair.
She was close. Again. “Stella,” I growled. She needed to get better at communicating.
Without further prompting, she took another deep breath and relaxed her body into the mattress.
“Better.” Her compliance made my mouth wet and my dick hard. Stella was fucking fun and fun to fuck.
As fingers and tongue worked, I luxuriated in the way Stella tried to keep her breaths deep and her body relaxed, but when I slid a third finger inside her, her back arched and she spluttered, “I’m going to come.”
I withdrew my fingers and sat back. I wasn’t ready yet.
“So, this is what you do?” she asked, her skin flushed and her words tripping into each other as if she were exhausted. “You torture women?”
I could do this for hours with Stella.
I couldn’t hide the grin she provoked. “I’m playing with you, not torturing you. And believe me. It will be so much better when I finally let you come.” I stood up, my erection raging against my stomach, desperate for release. It wasn’t just Stella I liked to deny.
“The things for which you have to work hardest taste the sweetest.” I dropped a kiss on her mouth and headed to the bathroom. I undressed and poured two glasses of water.
Her eyes went to my cock as I returned. “You’re going to fuck me now?”
“We’re going to fuck all night. But you’re not having my dick yet. You’re going to have to work a little harder until you’ve proved you’re ready.”
She groaned and this time it wasn’t in pleasure.
“Drink this. I don’t want you getting dehydrated.”
I expected her to argue, but she lifted herself up on her elbows, still eyeing my hard-on as she took the glass from me.
My cock jerked under her inspection, and she sighed and gulped down the water as if she couldn’t wait for her reward.
She’d get it. Eventually.
She gave me back the glass and lay down.
“Legs open,” I said as I retook my position and began working my fingers and tongue. Her hands gripped the sheets, but without my prompting she released them and blew out a breath.
Good girl.
I took her to the edge three more times, but she didn’t complain. In fact, she seemed to see it as a challenge.
She sank into the mattress, her limbs heavy, and the glazed look in her eye suggesting she’d fully embraced my torture.
I worked harder and she tried to muffle her cries, but the rippling of her stomach and the curl of her toes gave away her pleasure. She finally gave up and exhaled on a loud moan. “Beck,” she cried. “I’m going to come.”
“Keep breathing deeply and come for me.”
She shot me a panicked look as if she were afraid of what her orgasm might do to her.
“You’re going to be okay,” I said as the convulsions in her body began to spread. I could almost see her orgasm crawl up her body. Her nipples peaked, her back arched, and silently, she reached for me—in reassurance or need?
I had no idea but something in my gut stirred.
I crawled up her body, and she circled her arms around my waist as her orgasm enveloped her.
“You okay?” I asked as she recovered. I rolled to my side and she came with me, hooking her leg over mine.
“Um, yeah. That was . . . I don’t know. Intense. I’ve never . . . I mean . . . intense.”
I chuckled. “You enjoyed my torture.”
“I’m not sure about the torture bit. It was a challenge but the orgasm . . . It was like the mother of all climaxes. I’ve never felt anything like it.”
It was no less than she deserved.
“We’re just warming up.”
“I’m plenty warm,” she said as she pushed herself up on her elbows then straddled me.
She was deliciously wet, immediately coating my cock in her juices. “Where did you learn that shit?” she asked as she moved her hips forward and back. “I mean, I expected you to be a little more . . .”
I tucked my hand under my head as I waited to hear her explain her misconceptions of me.
“I don’t know. Selfish. Impatient.”
“You’ve clearly been fucking the wrong guy.”
“Apparently,” she said, pressing her palms against my chest. “I mean, there’s only ever been Matt. I guess I don’t have a lot of experience.”