Chapter 29 Stone
TWENTY-NINE
STONE
Plopping onto the stool at my worktable, I begin prepping for my Saturday client. As I do so, I can feel Jace behind me glaring holes in the back of my head.
“What?” I press without bothering to turn around.
“Just a little confused by this whole thing between you and Vanna. You know if you screw things up, everything will be ruined, right? Daphne will hate you and that will just force a wedge between us.”
“Not going to ruin it.”
“Hmm. Well, what happens when your mother demands a wedding date, and she still won’t marry you?”
This time I spin around.
“She’s going to marry me, Jace.”
He stares at me bewildered. “Are you kidding?”
“No, dude. We’re getting married. Vanna is it for me. I didn’t want her to be at first, but the night I met her, she was... I don’t know? I looked at her and saw a future. I saw everything I wanted to be.”
“That’s... wow.”
“I mean, says the guy that got his girlfriend pregnant not even six months into dating her.” I scoff.
“Dude. At least we were both on the same page about it. Besides, that was an accident.”
Tilting my head, I repeat, “Accident?”
“Yeah, condom broke. I’m not saying it wasn’t a happy accident, but we certainly weren’t trying.”
“Hmm.”
Jace narrows his eyes suspiciously at me while I try not to think about how I’m the entire reason his life is changing.
“What?”
“Nothing.” I shrug, spinning back to my desk and finishing my outline. “Accidents happen.”
My friend sighs, “You know I cannot support you accidentally getting her pregnant right?”
“You wouldn’t have a choice. It would be an accident.”
“I don’t like the way you say accident.” Jace grumbles.
I chuckle, shaking my head. He’ll get over it because when he sees Vanna holding our baby, everything will be right in the world.
Before we can continue to argue, Donny walks through the door, tipping his chin up in greeting. I stand and lazily, slap my palm against his, then pull him to my chest in a half hug.
His thick hand claps my back and then, he plops down in the chair. The symbol he’s having me ink onto his ribs takes a little over three hours and by the time we’re done, he’s shoving money into my hand and heading out the door again.
As I’m cleaning up, the sound of female voices echo down the hall.
I follow Jace into the kitchen and when I see her, my heart beats a little faster.
Vanna is the anti-depressant that rearranges the chemicals in my brain and makes me happy.
I feel it in a rush and then decide that no, she’s not an anti-depressant, she’s fucking ecstasy.
She’s instant release. She is my addiction I never want to quit.
She’s mine.
Coming up behind her, I wrap my arms around her waist and spin her to face me. Her lighthearted squeal is like wind chimes on a breezy summer day. When I place her back on her feet, I bombard her with kisses.
She giggles, slapping me away, but I grab hold of her wrists and pin them behind her.
“Stone!” Vanna scolds breathlessly.
“Oh my god, do you need help?” Daphne chuckles watching us as Jace slides an arm around her, his hand splaying out against her small belly.
And suddenly, I need that. I need to feel her swell with my baby inside of her. I need it like I’ve never needed anything else.
“Fuck, I-uh, we’ll be right back.” I pant.
I hoist her up until her thighs are hugging my hips and carry her into the studio, kicking the door closed behind me.
“What are you doing?” She squeals as I let her slide down to her feet, her ass leaning against the chair.
“I need you.” My voice is gruff, riding on a wave of carnal desire as I rip her shirt up over her head.
“Right now? I literally just walked through the door.”
I shut her up with my tongue sliding into the back of her throat. She moans into my mouth as I knead her bare ass. Her hands fall to my chest and hesitantly, she starts to pull my shirt up. It’s the first time she’s made a move and my cock notices.
“That’s it, Darkness, undress me.”
My shirt hits the floor, and her fingers rake down my chest until they reach my belt. She tugs, yanking my hips into her as she unbuckles the clasp and then reaches for my button. I watch her fingers smoothly drag the zipper down, then rid me of my pants and boxers.
“Since you’re so eager, lay down.”
Unable to deny her a thing, I obey. She crawls up onto the chair between my thighs and curls her hand around the base of my cock. Slowly, she pumps, then let’s a string of spit fall from her mouth onto the tip of my dick. She uses it to ease her movements.
I can’t take my eyes off her, naked between my knees with my cock in her hand. Her black hair falls forward as she leans down to take me in her mouth. With a gentle brush of my fingers, I tuck the strands behind her ears. Those earthly eyes flick up to find mine and I’m momentarily breathless.
She’s stunning with her glistening lips wrapped around me.
Reaching down next to me, I hook my jeans around a finger and pull them up, searching the pocket.
“What are you doing?”
Vanna begins to sit up, but I stop her with the palm of my hand on the top of her head.
“Keep going.”
She’s hesitant, but relents, pulling me back into her warm, wet mouth. Taking my phone out, I snap a picture of her just as she looks up at me. I can see the fight igniting in her eyes, so I drop it and grab both sides of her head to hold her steady.
“Don’t worry, it’s just for me.” I reassure her, then thrust my hips until I’m at the back of her throat.
She gags, groaning on the tip of my cock until I’m easing out a bit. I keep going, pumping myself in and out of her sweet mouth. Before I can cum, she shoves herself off of me.
Bending forward, her lips press against mine, drenching me in the saliva covering her chin.
“Sit on my cock.” I tell her, but she has other plans.
“I’m not done.”
The taunting smirk causes my stomach to twist. Whatever she has in mind, I know it’s going to end in me coming somewhere that’s not her cunt.
She pushes back on her haunches with her fist still sliding along my shaft. Bringing her other hand to her mouth, she produces an ungodly amount of spit on two of her fingers. Carefully, she brings them to my ass and rubs until I’m groaning.
She watches my face as her fingers push, stretching a hole that’s never even been touched before and I fucking open for her like a damn flower in bloom. My body lets her in, swallows her inside and I welcome the burn.
As she begins to curl her fingers upwards and thrust, she brings her mouth back down on the tip of my cock all while keeping her rhythm along my shaft. The stimulation and pressure are overwhelming, and I can’t keep it all in.
My pants fill the silence in the room and a part of me wants to take control, to rip her off of me and fuck the living shit out of her, but the other part wants her to keep going. The way she works me into this feral frenzy is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before.
“F-fuck, Darkness.”
My eyes roll back into my head, and I damn near hum just to keep myself from crying. It’s too much.
Fisting the hair at the top of her head, I beg her without words to finish me. To fucking annihilate me, to ruin me forever. Because that’s what she’s doing. Ruining me. Breaking me. Rewarding me for worshiping her.
If I wasn’t already obsessed with Vanna Taylor, I am now.
My balls tighten as she plunges her fingers into my ass again and it’s all I need to let go. Cum surges out of me in hot spurts, first coating her tongue, then my abdomen as she pulls away.
I drop my head to the chair, panting and covered in sweat as she withdraws her fingers and climbs off the table. Coming up beside me, she lowers her face. Squeezing my cheeks, she forces my mouth open and spits.
A string of my own cum drops onto my tongue and I gladly swallow. Before she can straighten, I cradle the back of her head and force her mouth to mine. She tastes like me now and I burn this moment into my memories.
“You’re turn.” I wrap her hair around my fist and tug, bringing myself to sit up. “How do you want it, Darkness? You want your ass stretched? You want my mouth on your cunt? Tell me.”
“I want you to bite me while you make me cum.”
“Yeah?”
She nods, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
I twist us around, so her back is against the edge of the chair.
With the palm of my hand, I press down on her chest until she’s laying across it sideways.
Her head and ass dangle on either side. Lifting her thighs, I kneel between them and drag my tongue across her wet, needy pussy.
Her little gasp drives me forward to circle her clit.
Her heels rest on my shoulders, pushing on them and lifting her ass when my fingers shove inside of her. I devour her until she’s squirming and screaming my name. Then right when she’s on the brink of falling past that edge, I sink my teeth into the flesh of her groin.
Her wail is near silent, but the way her pussy gushes on my fingers tells me everything I need to know. I clench, my canines piercing the inside of her thigh as she cums all over me.
“That’s my girl.” I praise, finally detaching my mouth from her thigh.
She lies there, panting, tears soaking her face and it’s such a beautiful sight.
I pull her up and help her back into her clothes before I get into mine. As I’m buckling my belt back up, I catch her staring. Her cheeks flush a brilliant shade of pink, but she doesn’t look away.
Not even when I smirk at her knowingly. She’s just as gone as I am now.
“What?” She asks.
“Nothing. Come here.” I tug her by the front of her shirt and hold her to my chest. “You’re something else. You know that?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Just that, you know how to make a guy beg for his life. I mean fuck, Vanna, I’d hand it over in a heartbeat if it’s what you wanted. I’d miss you, but I’d die to see you happy.”
She stifles a smile and buries her head in my chest. It feels like a fucking win.