21. Stella
TWENTY-ONE
stella
My pupils blew wide as I took in Max’s appearance. To make sure I always felt at ease, he was ever so careful to remain fully clothed in the house. I hadn’t been able to even catch a glimpse of his fantastic body.
I bit my lip to hide the smirk that was playing at my mouth.
He looked delicious. His muscles were sculpted by years of hard work, the type of strong that only came from manual labor.
He had a rugged patch of thin brown hair that dusted the top of his chest and led down to the waistband of his jeans.
Looking down, I noticed the impressive bulge that was pushing behind his zipper.
Spotting a tattoo on his chest, I reached across the space between us and drifted a slender finger over the script below his left pec.
He had what looked like a woman’s handwriting and the words ‘love always, Ma’ stamped across his heart.
I eased forward and leaned down to kiss the tattoo with a softness that had his breath catching.
Easing off the workbench, I sank to my knees .
Coasting my fingers down the planes of his stomach to the thin trail of hair that led to his waistband, I looked up at him from below my thick lashes.
His breathing came in rapid pants. For all the bravado this man exuded, I sure had an undeniable effect on him.
The thrill of knowing we were matched in our ferocity for each other sent a shiver down my spine.
“Now, it’s my turn,” I teased as I flicked open the button and pulled down the zipper.
I pushed down his jeans and he stepped out of them, kicking them to the side.
Watching him palm a large hand over his briefs, where his rigid cock was straining to be released, I licked my lips in anticipation.
He groaned in pleasure as I eased the waistband down over his ass and his cock sprang free.
I bit my bottom lip as I took in the sight before me. He was rock hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip. My eyes caught on the metal barbell that was pierced through the underside of his shaft. I flicked my gaze to his hesitantly, and a chuckle rumbled in his chest, a low, comforting sound.
“It was a dare.” Max explained, stroking a hand down the length, rubbing his index finger over the metal. “It was either pierce a nipple, or pierce my dick. I lost a bet in my early twenties while drinking with Wade. I didn’t think I’d look good with a nipple piercing.”
I gingerly stoked a finger over the piercing and lifted my eyes to his, watching the shudder of pleasure course through his body.
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore. The healing was a bitch, but it’s been years now. It’s extra sensitive when you—” He was cut off by a hiss escaping his lips as my mouth crested the tip of his cock and my tongue stroked across the barbell. I smiled around his length as I licked around the head.
“Fuuuuucckkk,” he croaked, slapping a hand on the counter behind me to hold himself steady.
I used one hand to stroke his length as my wet mouth coasted up and down.
I hallowed my cheeks on the ascent, sucking greedily at his most sensitive areas.
I could tell he wasn’t going to last long by the way he tensed with every stroke of my tongue.
I gently rolled his balls in my hand and licked a line from the base to the engorged tip before taking his entire length to the back of my throat.
Max wasn’t porn star hung, but his cock was long and thick, hitting the softness of my throat with ease.
I gagged lightly on his length and breathed through my nose to do it again.
His hiss of pleasure was just the confidence booster I needed as I felt his balls drawing up in anticipation of release. He gripped my hair and tugged, removing my mouth with an exaggerated pop.
“I’m not going to ask where you learned to suck a cock, but fuck if I’m not thankful to any man who came before me, because mine’s going to be the only cock you ever suck after tonight,” he claimed. The intense desire to be marked and claimed by this man had my pussy throbbing.
“I need to be inside you.” He begged, reaching for his jeans to snag what I can assume was a condom. Before he grabbed hold of them, my hand came around his cock again, stroking from root to tip. An exaggerated hiss left his lips due to how sensitive and close he was.
That got his attention.
“I’ve got an IUD,” I announced, and my heart stuttered at the thought of him being inside me bare.
The last time I had let a guy inside me without protection, I’d gotten pregnant with Charlie.
But with Max, I knew that I could trust him.
“I’m clean. I got a check up right after having Charlie and I haven’t been with anyone since. ”
Turning to face me, he regarded me with a questioning look. I’m not sure if he was shocked, or didn’t believe me, so I rambled on in a nervous stream of consciousness.
“After having Charlie, he said things weren’t the same. He said I wasn’t as tight, and it didn’t feel good anymore. He wanted me to get a check-up, claiming that I had to have been with someone else.” I said with a shrug, as if it was completely normal for your partner to belittle you post baby.
I could feel the anger radiating off him in waves as he gripped the strands of hair at the nape of my neck to tug my head back and look him head on. Fuck, if I didn’t love the way he manhandled me into submission.
“If that man wasn’t already dead, I’d fucking kill him for making you doubt yourself.
This body,” he grazed his hands down my back, cupping my ass in a tight grip.
He rounded his hands around my front and firmly gripped my breasts, tweaking the nipples between his thumb and pointer finger.
“This fucking stunning body carried one of the most amazing things inside of it for nine months. This body has done things beyond my wildest comprehension. It deserves to be worshiped.” Pausing to clear his throat of the emotion that was threatening to spill over, he looked me directly in the eyes as he said, “Let me worship you.”
He placed his forehead against mine and I nodded softly beneath his gaze. Lifting one of my legs to wrap around his hip, he lined up the tip of his cock with my entrance.
Slowly edging forward, my warm heat engulfed the head, and I moaned in pleasure. Not tight, my ass. After just a year of celibacy, Max needed to take breaks to allow my body to compensate for his length. Inch by inch, he slowly fed himself inside of me.
“Breathe, baby,” he coached. “Breathe.”
Reaching between our bodies, he teased my clit as he slowly edged forward. I took in a gulping breath as I felt my body relax enough that he was able to fit his hips against mine and bottom out. We collectively released a moan and took a moment to allow my body to adjust to the glorious stretch.
I relished in the feeling of connection.
Max didn’t rush or push. He sensed what I needed without me having to utter a word.
His uncanny ability to anticipate my every move, to know my thoughts before I voiced them, filled me with fear.
I was opening my heart up to the possibility of being broken again.
The pure ecstasy of finally having him inside me was overwhelming as our breathy pants mingled in the air around us.
He coasted his hands over every inch of skin available and teased my nipples with his mouth, taking his time in exploration.
He savored every piece of my body, taking great care to kiss and suck the parts I always tried to hide.
We explored each other’s bodies as he gently edged himself back and forth inside me. The overwhelming intimacy of the moment was enough to have another orgasm slowly building at the base of my spine. I used my heel to dig into his ass, urging him forward, silently asking for more.
I felt his breathing pick up as he skated a hand between my breasts to rest on my throat.
He collared my slender neck in his hands and caught my eyes in a search for consent.
I aggressively nodded and moaned, loving the feeling of his dominance, which spurred him on as he squeezed the slightest amount on the sides.
I felt my throat constrict with a swallow beneath his palm as my mouth gaped open with desire .
I hadn’t ever explored anything outside of vanilla missionary sex. This intimacy and exploration with Max was something I couldn’t have ever imagined doing. Yet, the thrill of being completely at his mercy left me panting and begging for more.
“Oh, my girl likes a little hand necklace when I’m fucking that tight pussy, does she?”
A loud moan coasted up my throat at his crude words.
I felt the surge of heat rushing down my spine and settling in my core, teetering on the edge of release. Sensing the impending orgasm, Max released his grip on my neck to wrap my hair around his fist.
“Look at me. I wanna watch your face as you strangle my cock when I fill you up,” he commanded as he began rutting harder and harder into me. The squeaking of the work bench beneath us intensified as his thrusts became erratic.
Feeling my body clench tight around his length, I let go with a loud moan and chanted his name.
The orgasm overtook my senses and all I could feel was tiny pin pricks fluttering over my skin.
The intensity of release caused my vision to swim as his balls slapped against my ass with his deep thrusts.
“Fuck, yes, Stella.” He panted as hot jets of cum emptied into my core. Slowing his pace, he slowly slipped out of me, picking me up and depositing me back on the edge of the workbench. He spread my thighs and watched as his release dripped from my pussy.
“Max, what are you doing?...” My words were lost to a hiss as he scooped up our collective cum and pushed two fingers into me to force it back inside.
Logically, I knew that with an IUD, it made no difference, but the thought of being filled by him had my heartbeat fluttering.
He pressed a kiss to my overly sensitive clit and then another to my lips as he tenderly brushed the hair from my forehead.
“Now that we’ve gotten dirty, let’s get you cleaned up.
” He said with a smirk and handed me back my clothes, minus my panties that he’d claimed ownership of.
With gentle hands, he helped me into my jeans, the denim cool against my flushed skin, then tugged my top over my head before straightening his own clothes.
Helping me down off the workbench and banding an arm around my waist as he pulled me into his chest. His brown eyes met mine as he trailed a finger softly across my jaw.
Lowering his lips to mine, he murmured against them, “You’ve got all the power, Stella. Please don’t break me.”
My nod was gentle and instantaneous, as he pressed a soft kiss to my mouth, the meaning of his words hitting like a stray bullet to the chest.
“Right back at ya, Cowboy.”