17 Everleigh Beautiful War—Kings of Leon #2
He withdraws, then drives his finger into me again, finding a pace that turns me to jelly. The digit seated deep within me curls slightly, brushing up against that sweet spot I can never quite find.
“Can you take more?” he wonders.
“Yes. More.”
“Are you greedy, love? I never would’ve guessed it.”
“Just . . . impatient,” I mewl.
“You have to earn the pleasure. Trust me, it makes it all the more satisfying.”
Another finger stretches my pussy wide, eliciting a wonderful burn. Sterling picks up the pace to pump into me, slowing and swirling his fingers, then resuming his forwards momentum with renewed vigour.
The onslaught is dizzying. I’m already a panting wreck. His mouth joins the assault, fastening over my tingling clit, and I’m lost to the cacophony of bliss vying to overtake my entire being.
He works my body with seasoned finesse, seeming to read exactly what I need without me saying a word. The combined effect is too much to handle. I scream out his name as the first embers of my release catch alight.
Fire rapidly spreads, devouring all rationale in its path. I’m awash with indulgence. Sterling doesn’t just see me—he’s conquering my body, one thrust at a time. It leaves no room for an ounce of doubt about his feelings.
And I’m glad.
I’ve received comfort and motiveless help from this unfathomable man. The likes of which I’ve never had in my whole life. He scraped me off the floor in my lowest moment and refused to let me suffer alone before he even knew my name.
That kindred bond flares to life at his ministrations. He’s laying claim to my soul, and I’ll happily turn it over, chunk by blood-slick chunk, to preserve this moment for an eternity.
“I’m so close,” I bleat.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Cum all over my hand, love.”
“Yes! Sterling!”
He doesn’t let up, taking me through an intense orgasm and straight into successive aftershocks. I can sense how wet I am, my release dripping over my shaking legs and scenting the air. But he doesn’t seem to mind.
In fact, Sterling withdraws his hand to promptly bury his face in my core and feast on the reward. That masterful tongue sweeps in, cleaning up the mess I’ve created.
Invisible sparks dance across my nerve endings, further encouraged by the tongue lapping at my swollen cunt. But still, I want more. The liberation is too enticing to settle for just his mouth.
When they touch me, I feel so fucking alive. Invincible. Not a single critical whisper can escape its prison to enter my mind. I’m made powerful by their desire. Right now, I don’t want to let fear dictate my life for a second longer.
I want to take.
Everything . . . and more.
Sterling raises his head at my hair tug, pupils blown so wide, he resembles an addict mid-fix. I run a thumb over his lips, glistening with my own release.
“I want you so badly,” I admit, breathless.
“Eden . . . we have time.”
“I don’t care. If you want me then I’m yours.”
“If I want you?” He barks a laugh.
Nodding, I chew my bottom lip. He takes a second to appraise me.
“Jesus. You’re serious. How could you ever question that?”
“I’m sure you have your pick of women. Maybe you want someone better than me.”
Leaving his feast, Sterling crawls up my body, hands braced on either side of me to hold his weight. The tent in his dark sweatpants is obvious. A sizeable swell threatens to breach his clothing at any second.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, but insane.”
My cheeks flush hot. “I’m just saying.”
“Well, don’t, because it’s horseshit. You’re all I want, and nothing and nobody could ever compare to this.”
He stares down at me, ensuring I hear every last word.
“I’d love nothing more than to sink inside that sweet pussy to finally make you mine. But this is new, and the last thing I want is to scare you off. I don’t want to mess this up.”
“Sterling.” I rest a palm over his chest. “You’re not going to mess this up.”
His chin dips, breaking our stare off. “You say that but . . . everyone I care about gets hurt or killed in the end.”
The pain in his voice slashes my chest wide open to bleed me dry. I grasp his jaw, pulling his eyes back up to meet mine.
“Don’t let the past close you off. We’re here—right here, right now. Still alive. And together.”
“Eden . . .”
“Right now, I want to take back control of my past . . . and my present. So will you help me?”
An unspoken question brews in his eyes. I don’t offer any further information. All I care about is his skin on mine, creating new memories where emptiness once lived.
Feeling brave, I slink a hand down his body to cup the bulge at his crotch. Sterling curses, his Adam’s apple flexing. I gently squeeze his erection, fingers splayed over the hard outline.
He doesn’t stop me from pulling at his waistband to glide a hand inside and access his boxers. My fingers coast over soft fuzz to find his length. Velvet steel fills my palm, pulsing with heat that flows from root to tip.
“Christ, Eden.”
“I want to touch you too,” I say innocently.
“You’re playing with fire.”
“And it’s my choice to do so.”
My hand wraps around his thick shaft, giving me an idea of his size. I can tell already that Sterling is big. Far bigger than anything I’ve experienced before. The thought both intrigues and intimidates.
Nudging his sweats and boxers down to uncover him reveals the full picture. His cock is generous, studded with veins and a crop of caramel hair at his base. Slowly pumping over the length, I watch Sterling’s breath halt.
The vein at his temple throbs hard. Seeing that I can gratify this mountain of a man grants me an intoxicating adrenaline rush. I’d love to bring him to his knees just to prove that I hold the ability to do so.
“I wonder what this would feel like inside me,” I whisper, all sultry and low. “I’m not sure if you’d fit.”
“Trust me, I would. Just takes a bit of work, beautiful girl.”
“Can you show me?” I rub him, watching his brow furrow.
“Fucking hell, Eden. Stop teasing me.”
“This isn’t a tease.”
Thumb circling his head, I capture the bead of precum, then lift it to my lips. Sterling watches me lick my thumb with widened eyes, his mouth falling open on a sharp intake.
“Are you going to fuck me? Or do I have to wait for your brother to come home and do it?”
“Goddammit,” he snarls.
Climbing off me to cast his clothing aside, I hungrily drink him in. Salt dances across my tongue as excitement floods my already drenched core.
“Do you have protection?”
He curses. “You’re right. Wait here.”
Sterling disappears, leaving me to trail a hand between my breasts, gravitating towards my soaked pussy. I stroke myself, enjoying the tease. When Sterling returns, a foil packet is clasped in his fingers.
“Prepared?” I laugh.
“Yes, but it’s not like this is a regular occurrence,” he replies. “Though I am clean, we should be safe.”
His legs resemble hewed roaring oars, powered by brute strength. He packs the kind of muscle that only hard, physical work can hone. I feel small and fragile in comparison to his oversized bulk.
Stooping to grasp my waist, Sterling plucks me from the sofa with ease. I burst into laughter when he tosses me over his shoulder, landing a smack against my bare ass cheek. When he repeats the motion, my laughter turns into a surprised moan.
“Like that, do you?” he taunts.
“Who’s teasing now?”
“Just figuring you out.”
“Good luck with that,” I whine, jolting at his next spank.
“You know, I do enjoy a challenge.”
Chuckling deeply, he carries me upstairs to his bedroom.
It’s plain and basic, every inch the rustic bachelor’s pad.
I take in the panelled walls, stripped floorboards, and a double-sized bed covered in brushed cotton sheets, but I’m too distracted to appreciate his framed photographs or scattered books.
After depositing me on the bed, he makes short work of rolling the condom over his cock, keeping an eye on me the whole time. Nerve-tinged desire spikes through me. That look on his face is pure animal lust.
Sterling kneels on the bed to crawl on top of me, planting kisses across my chest and throat. I wrap my legs around his waist, hugging him close, while his cock strokes a teasing path over my folds.
“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time,” he admits gruffly.
A blunt weight presses into my slit, nudging the barest inch inside.
“You’re going to take all of me, love. I want to fill that beautiful cunt and fuck it into oblivion. Then I’m going to roll your sweet ass over, spread you open, and take you again.”
“Sterling,” I whimper.
“Only when you’ve cried out my name loud enough for all of Hawkthorpe to hear will I let you rest. But not for long. I want to bend you over my kitchen table next and ride you rough and hard while the whole house listens to you falling apart.”
Another nudge stretches me open, allowing him to ease inside my entrance. I gasp for air, gripping the bedsheets tight to stop myself from breaking into a thousand pieces.
“Relax,” Sterling soothes, pressing kisses into my hair. “Just breathe. You can take me.”
Shallow pumps allow him to gradually fill me, over and over, to fuse us together in a lover’s knot. I’m full to the brim, overwhelmed by Sterling dominating my entire existence with his touch alone.
When he’s fully seated inside, I pant at his sudden withdrawal only to surge back in. The movement propels him even deeper, dragging me to the edge of a dark chasm.
“So perfect,” he grunts.
“Please . . . move. I need you.”
“Tell me what you want, Eden.”
Another stroke has me crying out in sheer bliss.
“Fuck me. I want all of you.”
“Like this?” He thrusts lightly, taunting me.
“More,” I demand. “Deeper.”
“Put your arms around my neck and hold on.”