Chapter 14 #3
“I’ma take a shower,” he said. “Then I’ll be back.”
I watched him disappear into the bathroom, my heart racing. I could hear the water turn on, and I tried to focus on the movie. But I couldn’t.
All I could think about was Stone in the shower. Water running down his tattooed body. His hands soaping up his muscles. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling heat pooling between my legs.
Fifteen minutes later, Stone emerged from the bathroom wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweatpants that hung low on his hips. No shirt. Just his bare chest and abs on full display, water still glistening on his brown skin.
My mouth went dry.
He walked over to the bed and climbed in beside me, the mattress dipping under his weight. Then he reached over and pulled me into his arms. His big hand immediately went to my ass, rubbing and squeezing under the lace nightie.
I bit my lip, my body already responding to his touch. His hand traveled higher, sliding between my thighs. When he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear, he groaned.
“You tryna start something?” he murmured against my ear.
“Maybe,” I whispered back.
His fingers slid through my wetness, teasing me. He slipped two fingers inside me, and I gasped.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back against his shoulder.
Stone’s thumb found my clit, rubbing slow circles while his fingers fucked me deep.
“You wet as hell, baby,” he said, his voice rough. “This pussy been waiting for me?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my hips moving against his hand.
He increased his pace, his fingers curling inside me to hit that spot that made me see stars. His thumb pressed harder on my clit, and I felt myself getting close.
“Come all over my hand, baby,” Stone commanded, his lips against my ear.
That was all it took.
I came hard, crying out as my pussy clenched around his fingers, my whole body shaking.
“Good fuckin’ girl,” Stone said, slowly pulling his fingers out.
I was still catching my breath when I turned around and climbed on top of him. I kissed his lips, tasting him, then moved to his neck. I kissed and sucked on his skin, leaving marks, claiming him the way he always claimed me.
Then I started trailing kisses down his chest. His rock-hard abs. Lower. Until I reached the waistband of his sweatpants. I could see his dick straining against the fabric, hard as steel.
I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as I slowly pulled his sweatpants down. His dick sprang free, thick and long and perfect. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly, and Stone groaned.
It hit me then that I’d never done this before. In all the times we’d fucked, I’d never given him head. And suddenly, I wanted to. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to make him feel as good as he made me feel.
I leaned down and took him into my mouth, as much as I could fit. He was big, way too big to take all of him, so I used my hand to stroke what wouldn’t fit.
“Fuck,” Stone groaned, his hand going to my hair.
I started moving, sucking and stroking, finding a rhythm. His hand guided me, showing me what he liked, and I followed his lead.
I deep throated him, making my mouth water, then I pulled back and spit on his dick, getting it wet and messy. Then I went back down, sucking him sloppily, noisily, not caring how I looked.
“Fuck,” Stone said again, his voice strained. “That’s how you suck daddy dick.”
His words made me go harder.
I looked up at him while I sucked, and the look in his eyes made my pussy clench. That wild, unhinged look. The look that said I was his and he was never letting me go.
And I realized something.
I loved that look. I loved making him feel that way, loved having this kind of power over him.
“You gon’ drain this dick and swallow that nut?” Stone asked, his voice rough.
I hummed my agreement around his dick, and he groaned. His hand tightened in my hair, and I felt him tense, then he was coming, hot and thick in my mouth. I swallowed every drop, not pulling away until he was completely finished.
When I finally sat up, Stone grabbed me and yanked me up so we were face to face, then he kissed me. Deep and passionate and possessive.
He pulled back and stared into my eyes. “I’ma need you to do that on the regular, baby,” he said.
I giggled, feeling lighter than I had in weeks.
“I will,” I promised, and I meant it.
***
Stone didn’t leave the estate the next day. He usually came and went whenever he wanted. He would disappear for hours, sometimes days, never explaining where he’d been or what he was doing.
But today? He stayed.
I noticed it the moment I woke up. The bed beside me was still warm and, for once, not empty.
Stone was already awake, sitting up against the headboard scrolling through his phone, looking like he’d been up for a while.
His eyes flicked to mine when I moved.
“You up?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I said, still adjusting. “You not leaving today?”
He shrugged slightly. “Ain’t got nowhere to be right now.”
Something about that made me smile, and Stone smirked back. He leaned down and kissed my lips, then we got up and headed downstairs.
Ish was sitting at the kitchen island, halfway through a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, his phone propped up in front of him.
“Morning,” I said.
“Morning,” he mumbled, not looking up.
Stone walked past him, grabbed a plate, and started fixing himself something like this was routine. Like we weren’t in some weird, complicated situation.
I stood there for a second, watching them.
“Man, I whooped Deante ass in Madden last night,” Ish said out of nowhere, finally looking up. “Thirty-eight to ten.”
Stone glanced over at him. “You did?”
“Yeah,” Ish nodded, grinning. “He trash though.”
Stone let out a low huff, almost like a laugh.
“You ain’t fucking with me in Madden, lil’ nigga,” he said casually, taking a bite of his food.
I blinked. Ish sat up straighter.
“Oh yeah?” he said, clearly challenged. “We can run it later then.”
Stone leaned back against the counter, chewing slow. “Bet,” he said. “After you get back.”
Ish smirked. “Don’t back out.”
Stone gave him a look. “I ain’t backing out of shit.”
I stood there watching the exchange, thrown off by how normal it felt.
After Ish left for school, the house got quiet again. But not the heavy, suffocating kind of quiet I was used to when I was there by myself.
When we were done eating breakfast, Stone and I ended up outside by the pool. I dipped my foot in first, testing the temperature.
“It’s warm,” I said.
“Get in,” Stone said, already pulling his shirt off.
I slipped out of my clothes, walking down the steps into the water. The second I got fully in, I sighed.
“This is nice.”
I barely had time to get comfortable before Stone’s big ass jumped in next to me, sending water everywhere.
“Stone!” I snapped, wiping my face.
He smirked. Then before I could react, he grabbed me and dunked me under the water.
“You are so childish!” I said when I came up, laughing despite myself.
“You still smiling though,” he said.
He wasn’t wrong.
“Whatever, nigga,” I shot back.
“Come here,” Stone said, reaching for me.
I moved back before he could get to me. His dark eyes locked onto mine, tracking my movement.
“Come here, Indigo,” he repeated, his tone commanding.
Rolling my eyes, I went to him, and he pulled me into his strong arms. He stared into my eyes, pushing my wet curls behind my ears.
“You be smiling a lot more lately,” he murmured, his thumb brushing my cheek.
“I guess you’ve been giving me reasons to,” I replied, my voice softer than usual.
Then he kissed me. It was gentle and sweet, unlike our usual heated kisses.
We stayed out there for longer than I thought we would, just swimming around, laughing, talking about random shit.
Later, Brady pulled together lunch for us, and we ate out by the pool.
There was no tension between us. No arguments.
Just good food and easy conversation. Eventually, the sun got too hot, so we headed inside and went to the theater room.
Stone sat back in one of the recliners and handed me the remote.
“Pick something,” he said.
“You trusting me?” I asked.
“I probably shouldn’t. You be watching some straight bullshit.”
“You just don’t have good taste.”
“Yeah, aight,” he said, shaking his head.
I smirked and picked a movie. About halfway through, the door opened and Ish walked in, dropping his backpack on the floor. Then he looked at Stone.
“You still tryna get whooped?”
I snorted. Stone didn’t even look at him.
“Don’t start crying when I beat yo’ ass.”
A few minutes later, we were all in the game room. I just sat back on the couch, watching the two of them.
“You better not pick no weak team,” Ish said.
“It don’t matter what team I pick. I’m still winning,” Stone replied.
“Yeah, we gon’ see.”
The game started and they got competitive fast.
“Watch that,” Stone muttered, already locked in.
“Man, you not about to—YES!” Ish yelled, jumping up when he scored.
Stone just shook his head. “Relax,” he said calmly. “Game just started.”
They went back and forth. Trash talking. Arguing. Competing like they’d been doing this forever.
And I sat there staring at them, something in my chest shifting in a way I didn’t expect. This wasn’t captor and captive. This wasn’t control and resistance. This was Stone, Ish, and me.
By the third game, they were both fully into it. Ish won one. Stone won the next two.
“Man, you cheating,” Ish complained.
“Nah,” Stone said, smirking. “You just not there yet.”
“I am there.”
“Keep telling yourself that, lil’ nigga.”
I laughed, shaking my head. I was enjoying this more than I’d enjoyed anything in a long time. Because it felt like we were… a family.
And I liked the feeling.