Chapter 26 Cove #2
A growl erupts from his lips as his command fills the room.
“Then get on your fucking knees and take me out.” Stetson stands to his full height, bulge in line with my face as I rise.
He lifts his shirt over his head, granting me a view more edible than my favorite dishes.
He’s the dish. The main course I’m about to feast on.
Offering him eye contact, I tilt my chin upward as I lower his sweats. “It’s my time to serve you now, Stet. You give, and you give, but when do you ever take?”
“I need nothing as long as I have you.”
I smirk. “Figured you’d say that. That’s why you need a woman who will pleasure you with desperate willingness. It’s time for you to take my mouth, Stetson. Take it and fill it with your beautiful cock. Then, when all this shit is finished, you can have my pussy until the sun rises.”
“Let that be our epilogue?” he groans.
I nod as my fist finds the base of his shaft. This man understands my heart more than anyone ever has. “Our happily ever after,” I whisper against his cock before licking the bead of precum taunting me.
“Fuckkk.”
“This is where I take care of you.” I take him all the way, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. “Relax and let me be the one who gets to make you feel good. Worshipped and cherished. Just like you do for me.”
His hiss vibrates off the walls as I thrust him into my mouth, in and out, while my fist grips his length for support and what I know to be added pleasure. An unavoidable ache builds in my core, causing me to rock in sync with my sucking.
“Grab the loofah,” Stetson bites out while grasping my hair in a firm tug. “Touch yourself.”
With one hand still wrapped around his base, I frantically search for the loofah in the bath water and place it between my legs. I need friction. Something to ride against. The moment the textured sponge hits my clit, I moan with strangled breath. “God yes.”
My hips rock, and my mouth returns to sucking, Stetson’s composure becoming more riled up the more intense I get.
I can’t help it. There’s something about being the woman who makes Stetson cry for mercy and lose all inhibition that makes me feel like royalty.
Despite all my conquests over the years, and likely Stetson’s, too, these intimate moments between us make the wait worth it.
The yearning for something greater.
Someone worth loving.
His grip on my hair tightens, and my core buzzes.
I know he’s fighting to let me be in control, and as much as I love being the superior one, I miss his command.
The mastery he has over my body when I surrender control.
I pull from his cock, not foolish enough to miss his frustrated growl.
I peer up at him, his eyes filled with fury and lust. “Did I tell you to stop?” he mumbles, grasping at the roots of my hair.
Fuck, I love this.
“You always show up for me. Even when you’re not invited,” I tell him sincerely before licking the underside of his shaft, my heart soaring as his eyes roll backward. “I’ve never had a man do that before.”
“Good fucking thing, too. Only me,” he growls.
My tongue latches around his swollen head, and I suck softly before licking him from base to tip again.
“I’ve always idolized the idea of love through literature.
But I never got to experience it for myself.
Until you.” Another lick, and this time, the dragging of my tongue against the veins of his cock causes him to yank my head backward, pinning my eyes up at his starved glare.
“You had to go and make me fall in love with you.”
“You love me?”
I nod with no time to prepare before he slams into my mouth, fucking me with his cock like he’s adamant to brand me. I’d be okay with that. “Then be a good girl and take my cock. Prove your love to me and make me come.”
At your service, cowboy.
I relax my throat and let Stetson take over. He pounds into my mouth while the rocking of my hips has my clit stirring. I’m going to come, and by the sound of Stetson’s grunts, he is, too.
“Fuck, you’re perfect, Cove. Absolutely perfect.”
My throat feels bruised, and my lips are numb, but I can’t stop. I don’t want to. Not until he feels every bit of the same pleasure he brings to me. My orgasm springs on me with little to no effort, while he meets me in unison. “Time to fill up this mouth. Swallow.”
“Ohh,” I moan, tingles spreading down the base of my spine to the center of my pussy. His saltiness meets my tongue, and I feel his body tighten, one final thrust signaling we’re in this cloud of euphoria together.
“I love you,” Stetson roars as the last of his cum fills my mouth and my orgasm settles.
He lifts my face with both hands, nothing but adoration in his eyes now.
“Wanting you was never the issue. That came easy. But loving you…there’s nothing wrong with having to fight for that love.
And I would have chased you to the ends of the earth if I had to. ”
He quickly brings his lips to mine and kicks off his sweats before joining me in the bathtub.
I instantly relax as he situates his naked body behind me and lays me between his legs.
The loofah that just blissfully assisted me is now soaked in hot water, dripping onto my skin as Stetson glides it across my chest.
“I’m glad you did. I was too stubborn to accept it, but I can’t imagine not having this.
Not having you.” I reach for his free hand and bring it to my lips.
“I love you, Stetson. I’m scared but also feel fearless at the same time.
I’ve always been left to take care of things on my own—big or small.
But I trust you to care for me this time. ”
He kisses the back of my head softly. “Every single time. Poets and authors may think they’ve cracked the code on love, but they aren’t us. We were made to defy the odds stacked against us. Our love was meant to be everlasting.”
“It will be.”
I really, really hope so. I’ve finally found the man my heart has been burning for all my life, but I’m only human. I’d be concerned if I wasn’t worried. Less than a week ago, Stetson and my father were basically a family not bound by blood.
Now, I’m supposed to trust that Stetson will pick me?
That he’ll help me find a way to still get the money to help my mom, all while choosing to love me. Because loving me will definitely come at a cost.
And for Stetson, that’s losing his supposed best friend.
He can’t have us both.
So, that fear I claimed I’ve still got? It comes from the pit in my stomach that’s anxious for the fallout once Nathaniel hears from Stetson himself.
The man who’s proudly in love with his daughter.