Chapter 2 #2
Stone lifted an eyebrow. “Do you want to slap me?”
“Maybe.”
“Then, slap me.”
“Would it do anything for you?”
“What the fuck does that even mean?”
“You know.” I wagged my eyebrows. “Stone?”
He snickered. “Nah. Getting slapped isn’t going to make my dick hard, Selle.”
“Then, never mind.” I shrugged.
“Are you trying to make my dick hard?”
“Do you know what you’re ordering?”
Stone looked at me for a beat then another while I avoided his glance and kept my eyes on the menu in front of me.
“Yeah,” he said finally.
“What were you thinking?”
“Eggs, grits, bacon, pancakes, and water.”
“What kind of eggs?”
“Over easy.”
“Classic pancakes?”
“And classic syrup.”
“Great. I’ll have what you’re having but with blueberry syrup and orange juice instead of water.”
“Alright.”
I nudged my head toward the waitress closing in on us. Stone ordered for both of us then leaned back in his seat. I checked my phone and did a quick post on my adult-only site before locking it and setting it face down.
“You got a husband?” he asked.
“Fuck no.” I laughed immediately. “I’m not that kind of woman.”
“What kind of woman?”
“The kind who can promise herself to one man forever.”
“Maybe you haven’t met the right man,” he countered.
“Stone, baby, there’s not a man on this God given green Earth that can tell me what the fuck to do and I promise that isn’t going to change.”
“Who’s trying to tell you what to do?”
“Husbands.” I gestured around absently. “They have expectations and want shit from you and…” I shook my head.
“I’m good on that. Plus men swear they love you then want to change everything about you.
” I rolled my eyes. “I’ve had too many boyfriends start dating me while knowing I was a hoe who suddenly want me to stop hoeing once we’re officially together.
The idea of dating someone you actually like is a dead fucking art.
” I looked over at the waitress as she set our drinks down. “Thank you.”
“Thank you,” Stone echoed.
I slipped a straw into my drink and took a sip.
“I need men to start dating who they actually like and the women they want to be with and marry. Instead of plucking up women who are nothing like who they want to marry and trying to change them.” I stirred my drink.
“Who says I’d try to change you?”
I shrugged. “Y’all always do.”
“I’m not them.”
“You’re a man, honey. That’s bad enough.”
Stone chuckled and I sat back in my seat. I ran my hands over my arms and looked around the little diner.
“You cold?”
“Hoes don’t get cold,” I shot back.
“Alright.” He grabbed his sweatshirt from where he’d thrown it in the booth before climbing in and tossed it to me.
I pulled it right on.
“You know I’m a sure thing, right, Stone?”
“A sure thing, huh?”
“Yep.” I nodded and glanced at the waitress coming with our food. “I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“Even if you weren’t going to fuck my brains out, I’d still want to spend this time with you. You know that, right?”
“Yeah, yeah. Shut up and eat your food.”
Stone lifted an eyebrow and I winked at him.
“You’re something else.”
“I know. I’m a handful.”
“But I can handle it.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“And as my woman, you ain’t got to ask for shit before you get it, Selle.”
I shifted in my seat. A smile took over my face. I shook my head. Then I shoved food into my mouth so I didn’t have to awkwardly stare at him while I thought about all the ways I wanted to suck this man’s soul out of his dick.
I hated how easy it was for men to lie and how easy it was for me to fucking buy it.
Stone didn’t force me to tell him why I was looking at him. Instead he just took a bite of his food and we ate in silence for a little bit before I checked my phone and he took the opportunity to check his as well.
When we finished, Stone took out his wallet and I watched while he yanked out crumpled up bills. I slid cash out of my purse and slapped it onto the table first.
“You’re not paying for my meal,” he said.
“This is the extra money I got for staying a little late. This isn’t a part of my payout or tips, Stone. It’s basically dinner on the bar.”
“Jiselle—”
I cut him off. “If you pick that money up, I’m not fucking you,” I threatened.
“You said you were a sure thing.” He wagged his eyebrows, a soft smile touching his lips.
“Well, I changed my mind.” I rolled my neck and crossed my arms.
“I’m fine with that.” Stone grabbed his cash, set it on the table, and slid mine back toward me.
I exhaled.
“If you pay for the meal, I’ll feel like I’m fucking you for pancakes instead of because I want to,” I admitted. “Can you just let me pay? If we hang out again, you can pay and the initial fucking and possibility for it to seem like a transaction is done with.”
“You manipulating me or what?” he asked seriously.
It was almost uncanny how good he was at reading me because I was actually lying through my fucking teeth.
I slept with whoever I wanted whenever I wanted, but judging by his wallet, Stone didn’t need to be throwing away money for dinner he hadn’t even wanted in the first place and had been peer pressured into.
“Why would I lie to you about what I want to do with my pussy?” I asked.
“You’re right.” Stone grabbed his money and shoved it back into his wallet. “But we’re going on an actual date and I’m going to pay.”
“Fine.”
“Fine,” he echoed.
We got the check, paid, and headed back to his truck.
“You still feeling lightheaded and dizzy?” Stone teased.
“Nah. I think I’m okay.”
“Then let’s get you back to your car.”
He threw his truck in reverse and I settled into the passenger seat.
“Do I need to reach over and touch your dick or are you still open to fucking me?” I asked halfway into the drive.
“You know you don’t always have to say the first fucking thing that comes into your head, right?”
“Trust me. That wasn’t the first.”
“Yeah. Alright.” Stone glanced at me. “Nah. You don’t need to touch my dick, Selle.”
“Do you not want me to?”
“Have you seen yourself? Of course I want you to touch my dick. Shit. I want you to lick, suck, fuck, and all that shit.” He chuckled. “But the ball is in your court and I don’t feel entitled to shit. I’ve waited for you this long. I’ll keep waiting. I have nothing but time.”
“You’d wait for me?”
“As long as you want me to.”
“I won’t make you wait long.” I shifted in my seat and leaned over to wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek. “I’ll play easy for you, Stone.”
“You’re fucking trouble.” He smacked me on the ass and I giggled as I leaned into him and kissed his neck then beneath his ear.
“Skip my car and just take me home.”
“You serious?”
“Mhm. Make a right up there.” I pointed and Stone threw on his signal. “Okay.”
I ran my hand over his dick as it strained against his pants. I sucked the skin beneath his ear and his hand trailed to my ass. He held it while he drove with the other hand.
I kept kissing, licking, and sucking along his throat and rubbing his dick until we got to my place. Then I quickly hopped out of his truck without waiting for Stone to get the door. I met him on his side and he halfway laughed as I grabbed his hand and pulled him along.
We made it to the elevator and I grabbed his face as soon as the door closed and yanked him in, pressing our mouths together. He groaned as soon as they touched, gripped me by my ass, and hoisted me up his body. I wrapped my legs around him and pushed my tongue into his mouth.
When the elevator stopped, he pulled back to see where we were going and I mumbled my apartment number into his ear. I unlocked the door, still clinging to him, and we clumsily pushed our way inside.
He set me down and we both fumbled with our clothes as I headed toward my bedroom and he followed me. I grabbed his hands to yank him closer then pushed him back on the bed.
“Sit.”
I didn’t give him a chance to react before I dropped to my knees and reached for his hard dick.
It looked fucking amazing. It was thicker than I’d realized and just the right length.
I spit on the head and stroked it a few times before leaning in and taking the head into my mouth.
I sucked lightly then lifted it and licked from the head of his dick to the balls then between them.
I sucked each of his balls lightly while I stroked him.
“Fuck, Selle,” Stone groaned and one of his hands went to my head.
I peered at him from beneath my lashes while I licked back up to the head then deep throated him, forcing my head down as far as I could go. I fucked my own throat with his dick, until my spit was slipping down his shaft to his balls and leaking on to my chin.
“Fuck.” Stone reached down and grabbed me beneath my arms. “Come here.”
He yanked me into him. His mouth immediately went to mine and we kissed each other nastily. He slowly leaned back, taking me with him.
“Climb up and sit on my face,” he instructed.
I didn’t hesitate. I climbed over his face and slowly lowered my clit to his mouth. He immediately gripped my thighs and licked, slurped, and sucked it, switching from giving my clit attention to burying his tongue inside me.
He groaned as he licked my wetness and I gripped his head with both hands while I humped against his mouth, my head thrown back as I moaned.
When he slipped two fingers inside me and spit right on my clit before sucking it back into his mouth, I came immediately.
My legs shook and my hips jerked while he palmed my thighs and kept going.
He turned his head and nipped the inside of my thigh. Then he moved me aside and dropped me onto my bed. I stretched while he hopped up to grab his pants and collect a condom. I watched him slide it on and climb back into bed. He grabbed my ankles and jerked my body toward him.