Chapter 14 - Stone
FOURTEEN
STONE
There’s something about watching Vanna get flustered that makes my cock twitch. It’s like this elongated foreplay and at some point, I will see it through to the finish.
When I step out of the bathroom, Vanna is searching through her stuff.
“Forget something? I’m sure whatever it is, we have it here.”
“No, trust me, you don’t.” She mumbles, tearing through her clothes, and checking pockets.
“My mom has everything.”
“She still taking birth control?”
A laugh punches out of me. “No, I guess you’re right then. It’s not really a big deal, is it? Unless you plan to make this engagement official?”
She doesn’t find my wink endearing.
“It is a big deal because someone decided to shove their cum inside of me earlier.”
Well, fuck. She has me there.
Those words coming from her mouth ignite a fire inside of me and as terrible as it is, the idea of Vanna pregnant doesn’t scare me the way it should. Does that make me crazy? Perhaps, but that’s not exactly news to me, not with the long list of mental illnesses that run in my family.
I can see the panic flaring, her search becoming more aggressive. As if the harder she looks the more likely she’ll end up finding what she forgot.
Finally, she stands. The messy bun on the top of her head is now more chaotic than it was before. Even worse as she runs a hand through it, forgetting her hair is up. Blowing out a huge breath, she turns her gaze to me.
“You’re going to have to get me Plan B.”
I climb into the bed and make myself comfortable.
“The chances of you getting pregnant are so unlikely. I mean my guys were probably already dead before they even made it inside of you.”
She shuts her eyes and visibly shivers.
“Ugh.”
“I’ll get you Plan B if it makes you feel better. Come here.” I pat the side of the bed next to me.
Reluctantly, she shuffles her feet over and climbs in. She looks exhausted. Between keeping up a lie and dealing with my ass, the stress is taking its toll.
“Lay down.”
She eyes me wearily, but I make a promise to behave before having her roll over onto her stomach. Climbing on top of her, I straddle her waist.
“What are y-”
And then she moans, low and loud and soulful as my thumbs knead between her shoulder blades. My dick hardens at the sound, but I’m not trying to push her any further than I already have. I want her to like me, and I know I have a lot to make up for.
“Damn, you’re so tight.” I mumble as I press into a knotted muscle.
To my surprise, she huffs out an easy laugh. “That’s what he said.”
“Wow. Who knew you had jokes?”
And who knew Vanna would be so much easier to love when she’s relaxed. I make a note to do this more often. Without a word, she pushes up as best she can and pulls her shirt over her head, allowing me to continue.
Her skin is soft beneath my fingers as I trail down the sides of her spine toward the hem of her sleep shorts. She seems so pliable right now. Like clay ready to be molded and I so badly want to make an imprint. Instead, I do my best to keep myself together.
But one little kiss wouldn’t hurt, would it? Bending down, I press my lips to the nape of her neck. Goosebumps flourish along her skin and her breath quickens. I place another on her shoulder blade, then her spine, lower back...
She twists around to face me, and I stay straddling her hips. Her hands lay resting over her breasts, but not to cover them. I notice her fingers are caressing her nipples, hesitantly playing with them, and I can see the question inside of her mind. Should she do this?
“We don’t have to.” I whisper, though my dick thoroughly disagrees.
“Plan B?”
I nod, that little fire inside the pit of my stomach begins to roar. Before she can take it back, I tear my shirt off and strip her of her shorts. She doesn’t wear anything underneath because why would she?
Why. Would. She?
She knew this was going to happen.
Shuffling out of my own shorts and boxers, I climb between her thighs and lower my face to hers.
She’s different now, like I’ve found the magic button that deactivates the ticking time bomb inside of her.
I like when she’s feisty because seeing her this soft only puts me at risk for falling in love and I’m already beyond obsessed.
I try to convince myself I barely know the girl beneath me.
The girl who spent too many years with a prick that saddled her with boring sex, lack of commitment, and then destroyed her confidence by cheating.
The girl who puts up a front with dark clothes and heavy makeup but surprises you with.
.. this. This sweet, wholesome version capable of vulnerability and carefulness.
It’s alarming what I feel inside of myself right now. I’m in so much danger with this girl. She makes me very afraid of what I’m capable of.
It’s then that I realize I can’t do this. Not with her, not right now. I place a gingerly kiss upon her lips before rolling off to the side.
“What- what just happened?” She asks, dumbfound.
I kill the lamp beside me on the bedside table and lay there in the dark, urging this raging lust to simmer down.
My cock is painfully hard and having to deny myself again and again doesn’t get easier with practice.
In fact, it makes it nearly impossible. Especially with her practically begging for it.
“That’s pay back. Blue balls are a bitch.”
It’s silent for a moment. Then she says, “How can this be payback? When I did it, that was payback, now it’s war.”
That elicits a laugh from me.
“War?”
“Yep. Suit up because I won’t show any mercy.”
“Mk, Darkness. Let’s see who wins. First one to give in, loses.”
“What do we get if we win?”
“The best orgasm of your life.”
I already plan on losing, but I can’t see how it’s really a loss when I’ll get what I want regardless.
“I highly doubt that.” She scoffs.
“We’ll just have to see then, won’t we?”
“I guess so. Good luck!” She teases, turning to her side and scooting her backside toward me.
Her ass rubs against my hip, and I have no choice but to curl up beside her. There’s not a chance in hell that my cock will simmer, leaving me with one option. Slowly, I grind myself between the crevice of her ass cheeks, rocking gently.
“This counts.” She grumbles.
“Fuck.” I halt my hips.
I wasn’t going to lose by rubbing my dick against her. No, my loss needs to be epic and explosive and life changing. This isn’t it.
“If you’re going to rub up against me, I’m never going to get rid of this boner.”
“Sucks to suck.”
I groan in her ear, “If you want to suck, it doesn’t have to count.”
“Not how this works.”
“Look, Vanna, I’m about to rub one out if you don’t stop teasing me.”
“Then do it. I’m not stopping you.”
I mean, with her permission, it’s not a bad idea. My cock feels like it might burst if I don’t do something about it.
“Turn around.”
“What?”
“Turn around, Vanna.” I wait until she’s facing me.
I’m so fucking ravenous for her that I’m losing my damn mind.
Gripping her face, I smash our lips together.
She squeals at the suddenness of it, then melts into me.
My tongue caresses the inside of her mouth as my hand closes around my shaft.
She doesn’t move to touch me, but her swallowing my moans is more than enough.
I pick up the pace, pumping myself furiously as my lips hover against hers.
I taste the mint from her breath and breathe her in.
Fill my lungs with her and work myself into a blissful frenzy.
Slowly, I shift onto my back, unable to hold my position on my side any longer and let my eyes shut.
My grip still remains squeezing her cheeks, so she takes my hand and does the unthinkable.
She slips two of my fingers into her mouth and sucks, gliding her tongue over and between each one. The warm sensation forces shockwaves to my nerves and I tremble. A small whimper escapes me as my balls tighten.
“F-fuck.” I can’t hold on any longer and I don’t want to.
As her teeth sink down into my flesh, I cum; hot and heavy against my lower stomach. I lie there spent and catching my breath. When my head falls sideways to sneak a peek at her face, she’s flushed. Cheeks pink, lips swollen, eyes glazed with a neediness she knows she’ll have to suffer through.
I offer her a smile, “Feel free to take care of yourself.”
She doesn’t smile back, “What if I need help?”
It’s all the permission I need. Fuck the war, if she’s asking, I’m giving.
Pushing up onto my elbow, I lean over her. With the same hand I just came in, I find the space between her legs. Slowly, I push my fingers into her, using my own cum to ease my entry. She sighs as if my touch is everything she’s ever needed right this moment.
I use the pad of my thumb to draw circles against her clit and watch her eyes flutter closed.
I’ve never seen anything more mesmerizing than Vanna on the cusp of desperation.
She’s so beside herself that she doesn’t even complain that I’ve stuffed her full of my own cum, despite forgetting her birth control.
Perhaps she’s as crazy as I am and I’m fucking feral for this woman.
Or perhaps it’s the hope that there will be Plan B waiting for her. Whatever the case, I’m just grateful to be inside of her any which way she’ll have me.
I thrust deeper and faster, curling my fingers until she’s riding my hand.
She pants, her chest retracting in quick succession, and I know she’s close.
Without removing my fingers, I crawl on top of her and lower myself between her knees.
Replacing my thumb, my tongue flicks out, and I lap at her clit until she’s crying.
I ravage her with my mouth while I pump my fingers in and out of her. What was my sticky cum has now turned into a watery mess. She’s gushing, her body thanking me for this relief.
Then her muscles stiffen, and her breathing stops all together.
I don’t ease up as her legs twitch and her hips buck like a caged animal that’s desperate to escape.
Her hands thread through my hair and pull with all their might as she rides out this ecstasy.
When her ass hits the bed, I pull my fingers from within her.
“We taste amazing together.” I tell her, hovering above her now and gracing her with a flavorful kiss.
She lies there stunned and completely unsure of what we just did while I grab a wet towel from the bathroom. I clean her up the best I can and hand over her night clothes.
“No more.” She whispers as we’re both on the brink of sleep.
“Too late, Vanna.” I’m not sure if she heard me because the only response after that are her little even breaths of sleep.