Chapter 8 Stone
EIGHT
STONE
Dear Lucifer in Hell. Did this woman just honestly ask me that?
Yes. Yes, I think she did.
My cock answers her before I do, but her stare never leaves my face.
Grabbing the bottle of tequila, I take a swig, holding the liquor in my mouth. With my free hand, I grab her by the throat and force her to her feet, bringing my lips to hers. When I part them, the tequila floods her mouth and as she swallows, I deepen the kiss.
Her admission sparked something inside of me. An understanding, maybe? It was an ask and perhaps she was just looking for someone to relate to her sexual frustration, but I took it as my cue.
My tongue invades her mouth, tangling with hers, eliciting the most beautiful moan I’ve ever heard. Vanna is a dark angel with a mouth made of honey. She is ethereal and earthly all in the same. She’s... everything.
Grabbing her hips, I lift her until she’s perched on the edge of the island counter. Her arms wrap around my neck, using this leverage to pull me closer. My cock strains against my jeans, aching to be freed. To rub against her center, slippery and warm.
She grinds against me, causing a grunt to bellow from deep within my chest.
“Last question.” I breathe as our mouths part.
Her glossy eyes practically beg me to get on with it.
“Do you remember the safe word?”
She nods.
“Say it, just so I know.”
“Catalyst.”
With an approving smile, I lay her down against the counter and unbutton her pants. With each tug, she scoots closer to the edge until her ass is exactly where I need it.
Bare, I lift her feet until they’re resting on the concrete and lower between her knees.
“Wait.” Vanna pants.
But I don’t. It’s not what she asked for. Not what she wants.
As my mouth descends on her pussy, she cries out, bringing her fist between her teeth to stifle herself.
My tongue draws slow circles over her clit before I drag it down to her center.
Plunging inside, her flavor explodes along my taste buds.
With tight fists, she threads her hands in my hair as I thrust and lap and circle in a relentless rhythm.
When her cries turn to moans turn to full on wails, I plunge two fingers inside of her and curl them, hitting that sweet spot that’s known to drive women wild.
“S-s-stone!”
My head pounds with the grip she has on my hair, but the way she sings my name demands that I keep going.
I pump my fingers until she’s a writhing, wet mess, lapping up every bit of it.
Her back lifts off the surface and she tenses.
I can feel the walls of her pussy squeeze my fingers, convulsing around them and then she cums.
The moment my mouth detaches from her pussy, her legs fall open as if she can no longer hold herself together.
Standing, I watch the little tremors course through her body, and I can’t help but feel victorious.
As her head slowly shakes back and forth along the counter, I free myself, sliding my jeans and boxers down to my ankles. In one quick thrust, I push myself halfway into her.
“Fuck!” Her sweet angelic voice screams out.
Not expecting the intrusion, she tenses. Her knees close in against my hips, and her hands press against my abs as if to push me off.
“God, you’re tight.”
In slow pulses, I try to push a little deeper, but she’s clenching.
“Stop, stop. Stone!” She can’t catch her breath.
Another thrust, another inch deeper. She screams.
“Catalyst!”
Withdrawing from inside her, I look her over with wild eyes.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
She pushes onto her elbows, then sits up, forcing my retreat with her hands on my chest. Slipping off the counter, she nods and reaches down to pick up her pants.
“Yeah. Perfect, actually. Thanks.”
She flashes me a wicked smirk, then walks buck naked up the stairs to her room.
I stand there, momentarily stunned, then royally pissed.
“That was for cockblocking me tonight.” She calls down before slamming her door shut.
“God dammit!” I curse under my breath, then storm into my own room.
My cock aches and pulses angrily at being teased and then denied. I was so damn close to feeling her warmth envelop me completely.
The moment my door closes, I’m stripping my jeans and tee shirt and before I can even lie back, my hand is pumping my cock furiously.
Each stroke is met with the memory of Vanna splayed out on the slab of concrete.
Her pink pussy, glistening and begging me to taste it.
Hell, even the two seconds I was inside of her.
That feeling alone, of being gripped so tightly, has streams of cum spurting across my tatted stomach.
As I lie there, spent and only partially sated, I decide that I am going to fuck Vanna if it’s the last thing I do.