16. Stone
Author's note:
Hey everyone,
I hope you’re enjoying Lex and Stone’s story at least half as much as I enjoy writing it ?? This is the first time I’m writing fiction, which is a far cry from my everyday work as a financial advisor hahah.
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- Bee
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?Her legs wrap around my waist like it’s instinct. The movement knocks the breath from me, heat flaring sharp and undeniable as I grip her thighs. My fingers sink into her skin, bruising-tight—a warning of how thin my control is stretching.
I pull back just enough to look at her, searching her eyes. I don’t want to stop. I want her. All of her, right here, right now. I just need to know she’s sure. Because if we do this, there is no going back. I’m claiming her, and I don’t share.
“Are you sure?” I ask, voice low, deliberate, dangerous.
She doesn’t hesitate. Dark hair brushing my jaw, eyes locked on mine. “Never been more sure of anything,” she says, every word certain, every inch of her offering herself without question.
I let out a slow breath, feeling the tension spark and coil between us, knowing she’s right here with me—willing, wanting. Nothing else matters.
Her hands slide up my chest, fingers curling into my shirt, grounding herself—or maybe grounding me. “I want this,” she says quietly. Then softer, like it’s something she’s been holding back all night, “I want you.”
Something in my chest gives way completely.
I kiss her again, deep and unrestrained, and my hands finally stop pretending they don’t ache to touch her. I ease her towel open until she’s bare before me. I take my time - giving her every chance to stop me. She doesn’t. My fingers trace the warm curve of her sides, memorizing skin I’ve imagined too many times.
“You’re fucking perfect, Lex,” I murmur.
Her breath hitches at that, and the sound goes straight through me.
She melts into the kiss, clinging close, and I hold her easily, her body fitting against mine like it was always meant to. My mouth finds her shoulder, her collarbone, unhurried now, deliberate, savoring the way she reacts to every touch, every breath. Her hands slide into my hair, holding me there, trusting me with all of it.
“Stone,” she whispers, and the way she says my name feels like permission and prayer tangled together.
I need more. My chest tightens, every nerve screaming for her, for this, for the way she lets herself be mine completely. The sound of her voice, the heat of her body pressed to mine, it’s unbearable and intoxicating all at once.
Every nerve is screaming for her. I let my mouth drag its way down her body, unhurried but greedy. I stop at her chest, taking one peaked nipple into my mouth while my hand kneads the other breast. I suck, bite, and roll the tip against my tongue, listening to the way her breath hitches—the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard. She squirms beneath me, hips lifting instinctively, and it makes me ache to be the one who finally unravels her.
I descend slowly, tasting the heat of her stomach, the dip of her navel, claiming her as mine. When I settle between her legs, I don’t rush. I worship her. My mouth finds her center, the scent of her intoxicating as I use my tongue to find her clit.I don’t rush. I taste her. Slow, deep, claiming. My mouth sucks on her clit while I thrust a finger into her, feeling how slick and tight she is for me. She thrashes, breathless, lost to it, every reaction raw and honest. I add another finger, thrusting them in and out of her faster.
“Stone,” I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Come for me, baby,” I demand, low and sure, voice rough with need, because I want her to fall apart in my hands, because I need to see that she can’t hide from me.
She comes—hard—breaking apart with my name on her lips, and the sight, the sound, the sheer surrender of her shakes me to my core. I groan into her, drunk on the knowledge that I did this, that she’s like this because of me, because she trusted me enough to lose herself in me. I already know I’ll never get enough of her—of her breathless gasps, her trembling body, the way she looks at me when she’s completely undone.
“Fuck, baby. You taste so fucking sweet,” I whisper, my tongue lapping at her, savoring every drop of her surrender.
I rise to my knees, need sharp and desperate. I start pulling at my shirt, the fabric a barrier I can’t stand for another second. But she doesn’t wait. Her hands grab mine, guiding them, her fingers fumbling with my pants with an urgency that sets my blood on fire.
The sight of her, wide-eyed and daring, looking at me like this, makes something inside me coil tight and hot. Every nerve fires, every inch of me craving her, and the need is almost unbearable.
Finally, free of everything but raw desire, I line myself up, pressing closer, ready—but she surprises me.
She pushes me back until I’m laying flat on the bed and slips down between my legs, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, determination cutting through the shyness. “I want to taste you too,” she says shyly.
My brain blanks.
When she takes me into her mouth, the world tilts. I swear I see stars. She starts slowly, licking, sucking and moaning around my dick as I hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck, Lex” I groan, threading my fingers through her hair, grip tightening as I fight for control. “Baby, if you don’t stop, I won’t last.”
I pull her back up a couple minutes later before I lose myself completely, kissing her deep, possessive, letting her taste herself on my lips like a promise. She blushes — shy, flushed — but she doesn’t pull away.
I flip us again so I’m on top of her and position myself between her legs again, pressing into her slowly, deliberately, making her feel every second of it. Giving her time to adjust to me. She arches instantly, a broken gasp tearing free as I sink deeper.
“You feel so good,” I groan, thrusting slow and deep, claiming every inch. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
Her nails rake down my back, stinging in the best way. “More, Stone. Please.”
I move harder now, relentless and driven, the bed creaking under the force of my need. I’m not being gentle anymore, but I’m being careful with her, my body a shield and a storm all at once. She’s crying out, clinging to me like I’m the only thing holding her together in the middle of the ocean. I bend down, capturing her mouth, breath ragged.
“I’m close,” I murmur against her lips, my breath hitching. “Give me one more, Lex. Break for me one more time, baby.” My hand finds her clit, circling it with brutal precision while I thrust wildly into her.
“Yes,” she breathes, her body tightening around me as she comes undone again.
“Where do you want it?” I ask, the question thick with a final, flickering bit of restraint—giving her the choice even as I’m dying to take it all.
Her fingers tighten on my shoulders, her eyes bright and fearless. “In me. Stone… fill me up.”
The way she says it—like a plea and a command—shatters the last wall.
Everything snaps.
I lose whatever control I had left and spill into her, groaning her name like a prayer, like a claim, like a truth I can’t take back.
We collapse together, breathless, limbs tangled, skin too warm, hearts racing in sync. For a few seconds all I can do is feel her—her weight, her warmth, the soft hitch of her breathing against my throat.
And then the thought cuts through the haze.
I didn’t use a condom.
The realization lands heavy, not exactly with panic, but with something more complicated. I’ve never done that before—never crossed that line, never let myself be that reckless, that unguarded. I’ve always kept a wall, some kind of distance.
Not with her.
My fingers flex against her back as it sinks in what this means, what I just gave without hesitation. There should be fear in that. There should be second-guessing. There isn’t.
Because lying here with her wrapped around me, I know something I can’t talk myself out of: this was the moment she became mine.
For the first time in a long time— I feel whole.
“Sleep,” I murmur, brushing a kiss into her hair. “I’ve got you, baby. Always.”
She relaxes completely then, trusting me enough to let go, and that trust settles into my chest like something permanent. I stay awake a little longer, listening to her breathe, staring into the dim room, knowing something fundamental just shifted.
This wasn’t just sex.
And when sleep finally takes me too, it’s with her wrapped around me like she’s always been there.