Stuck With You

Chapter Two

CHAPTER TWO

Starlet

Once we found a bedroom, I closed the door behind us. My back turned to Dick as I locked the door, shutting us into our fantasy. The anticipation of it all increased once that bolt clicked into place, making it more real. As I pivoted around on my tiptoes to face him, I found him watching me, taking me all in as his breathing grew choppier as his hands clenched at his sides. He stayed patient and in place as if waiting for me to give him the go-ahead to touch me.

I grinned shyly, biting my bottom lip. I felt slightly unnerved to be the center of his attention. I’d never had a man look at me like he did…as if he were a hungry beast ready for the biggest feast of his life. He stalked over to me, pushing me up against the chilled door. My back fell against the wood softly, and his big hands cradled my head to stop me from hitting it against the door.

His lips hovered over mine briefly, his nose brushing against mine. My lips parted as his breaths fell against my mouth. His exhales became my inhalations seconds before his mouth crashed against mine. His tongue plundered into my mouth, discovering my taste.

His hand rode up the back of my tank top, caressing my skin as he deepened the kiss. My mind spun as the thrill of his taste grew increasingly addicting. My hands wrapped around his neck as his body pressed against mine. A quivering sensation fell between my thighs as his other hand wrapped around the back of my neck. My body arched toward him, unable to remember what it felt like before our bodies were tangled. I felt dirty, but I craved for him to make it messier. I wanted him to destroy me in all the best ways. Against the wall. On the dresser. Laid up against the bed. I’d never felt this way before—high on kisses.

Was this what kissing was supposed to feel like?

Powerful? Ravenous? Euphoric?

Was this what being wicked was all about?

Was this why people threw caution to the wind?

My body began to pulsate from his hold on me as his hands kept exploring my body. My hips, my thighs, my curves… His mouth traveled down to my neck as his left hand unbuckled the belt on my jeans.

He growled against my skin as he tasted me, making me arch my neck to the side to trail his tongue down to my collarbone, which he did, tasting every piece of me.

Once the belt was removed, he unbuckled the jeans and slid them down. I stepped out of them quickly after kicking my shoes to the side of the room.

He paused, placed a finger beneath my chin, and tilted my head to lock my stare with his. There he was again, piercing into my soul and reading the newly crafted pages dipped in the ink of trouble and written cursively in sin.

Everything slowed.

My breath caught as he reviewed me.

He was so intense without even trying to be.

His eyes searched mine deliberately as if he were looking for something, searching for an answer within my browns.

“Okay?” he whispered, grazing his mouth against mine.

My heartbeats intensified as realization set in.

He wasn’t taking from me; he was honoring me. He wasn’t only hoping to please himself, but he was asking permission. For some reason, that only turned me on more.

“Okay,” I breathed out.

With that, his lips locked with mine one more time. His kisses made me high. My brain was fuzzy, and my heart thrilled. I liked how he felt against me. I loved it, in all honesty. He felt like heaven intermixing with hell, like a fallen angel who could still somehow soar.

When his lips finished against mine, he pulled up the edges of my tank top and tossed it to the side of the room. His hands cupped my bra, and his mouth lowered to trail kisses along the curves of my breasts. Then he lowered himself more and more, his mouth tasting every piece of me as he inched closer and closer to my panty line.

“It’s my birthday,” I choked out. I didn’t know why the words left my mouth. Or why my mind was trying to move to the forefront and push my desires to the side.

Those brownish-green eyes found my stare again. He tilted his head in confusion, waiting for me to provide more details.

I cleared my throat. “My boyfriend cheated on me today. On my birthday.”

“That dick,” he growled, almost in a protective manner.

I snickered. “I thought that was your name.”

“Trust me, it is.” He thumbed his finger against the thin fabric of my panties and kept his eyes locked on mine. He slid them down my thighs and allowed me to remove them. Then his hands fell to my hips, and he lifted me.

“Wait!” I shook my head. For a split second, I became too self-conscious. I wasn’t ashamed of my curves, not in the least. Yet I worried I might not have been featherlight like some other women he was used to hooking up with. “You’re going to hurt your back. I’m a little curvier than the average co-ed. You can’t lift me like—”

“I see you,” he said, his hands roaming around my curves, against my skin, against my stomach. “I want you,” he whispered, his mouth kissing the parts of me that John avoided. He massaged my skin before he wrapped his hands below my buttocks, lifted me into his arms without effort, and carried me to the bed. I was almost certain that was when the first orgasm of the night took place.

“You’re mine tonight,” he swore, his voice low and dripping with want and need. “Now, grab the headboard,” he instructed, positioning me on top of him. “And let me feast.”

The overthinking part of my mind shut off when he lifted my two-hundred-plus body into the air and sat me on his chest. He grabbed my waist and raised me onto his face as I lost sight of reality. His tongue slid in and out of my core, forcing me to cry out in pleasure. My hips rocked against his mouth, against his beard that was now dripping with my essence.

My hands gripped the headboard, and he fed on me as if I were his last supper, lapping his tongue against my clit, sucking it, swallowing every drop of me. He drank me as if lost in the desert, and I was the first to quench his thirst. I felt how he craved me as much as I did him.

“I’m going to…I’m…” I breathlessly whimpered as the sensation of an orgasm increased with every passing second. My nails dug into the headboard as he buried himself in me.

Yes, yes, yes, please…

His tongue quickened as if he could hear my thoughts begging. I arched myself back, grabbing his upper thighs, moving as if his tongue were the rhythm and my core were his favorite melody.

I fell apart against him, the shaking orgasm causing me to cry out loud. The moment it felt like too much, too powerful, I began to move away, yet he wrapped his hands around my thighs and said, “Not yet,” before he pulled me back for more. That was when it got good. That was when I truly hit the mark. I would’ve pleaded for more, but he gave it freely, unselfishly, with instruction. He made me feel like a queen and worked as if he were nothing more than a peasant trying to earn my good grace. Yet I rode his face as if he were a king, and I wanted to be his humble servant.

As I arched backward, lying against him, I could feel his hardness flicking across my back. He was fully awake and ready to play. Feeling him pulsate against my spine only made me want him more.

Once I finished, he lifted me onto his stomach. The look of pleasure in his eyes made my cheeks heat as a wave of shyness hit me. His beard glistened with my essence before he wickedly wiped his hand across it. His smile matched Hades, and I craved to be his Persephone.

“Happy birthday,” he whispered, pulling me down to his face and kissing me with my taste. “You’re amazing. Every piece of you.”

The praise hit me in a way I’d never felt before. I’d never been with a man who admired me in bed with his words. It only increased my confidence.

With him, my body did things I didn’t know it could do. I didn’t know it could respond so well to the right words, praise, and touch. Not only was he physically transforming me but mentally, too. He had me basking in my womanly curves, exploring myself in a new way.

His hands flipped me over effortlessly so I was lying on my back, and he hovered over me. I liked how he did that—how he moved me around like a rag doll as if my weight was an imaginary concept that only existed in my flawed insecurities.

I didn’t know I could feel that much confidence being naked with a stranger when my previous partner hardly looked at me when we were intimate. Sex felt like a chore with John, something we had to get out of the way before returning to our other tasks. That night, though, it became an adventure—a voyage of discovery.

As he hovered over me, I couldn’t stop staring. He felt so familiar, yet I knew we’d never met. He felt like a memory my mind had somehow forgotten along the way. A lost dream that was finally being reimagined.

I pulled off his shirt and then he unbuckled his jeans. An audible gasp slipped from my mouth as he slid down his pants and boxers.

The size and girth of his member should’ve come with a caution sign and a fair warning.

Warning, consumer. Choking hazard. Swallowing this item might result in a stiff jaw and swollen lips. May lead to death if one does not come up for air. Viewer discretion is advised. Explore at your own risk.

My jaw ached looking at it, but a fair trade was a fair trade.

I started to lower myself, and he chuckled a little, shaking his head.

“It’s your birthday,” he told me, laying me back down and kissing my neck. “I’m the one giving the gifts, not you,” he whispered against my earlobe as he spread my legs apart and lowered himself against me. He hurriedly grabbed a condom from his trouser pocket and slid it on before returning to me. His hardness rubbed against my core as his hand moved behind my back. He unhooked my bra with what seemed like a snap of a finger.

My mind turned to mush as his lips fell to my left breast, and he began to flick his tongue back and forth against my nipple in a rhythmic way. He took his huge length and rubbed the tip over my clit several times. I felt the build up of anticipation as he teased me by gliding his length back and forth against my saturated lips. The want and needs of him inside of me were driving me wild as I begged him to take all of me.

“Please,” I breathlessly muttered. “I want all of you…”

His lips danced across mine as if they’d always belonged there. His tongue slipped into my mouth as he plunged inside me with one beautiful, hard thrust.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I cried as he entered me.

My back arched as he deepened himself. He was initially slow, each inch feeling like a mile. My hands landed against his rock-hard chest as he lifted my legs on his shoulders. He folded me like a pancake and picked up his speed. My legs quivered against him as my hands flew over my head. I pushed the palms of my hands against the headboard, loving his pace, his thickness, his everything.

Yes, yes, yes…

He placed one hand at the base of my neck, not squeezing tightly but holding on enough to intensify my sensations more than I thought possible. That was new, and I liked that... I liked being choked by him.

His mouth lowered to mine, and he licked my lips from the bottom to the top before whispering against them. “Who’s the good birthday girl?”

His eyes dilated, and my heart felt sprung as I whispered back, “Me,” wanting nothing more than to stay lost in him for a while. He held me tight, too, as if he cared. He caressed every single piece of me, both physically and mentally. He soothed the loudest parts of my insecurities as he pressed against my mouth.

“That’s right,” he softly spoke. “You’re my good birthday girl.”

At that moment, I lost myself.

At that moment, he discovered me.

My legs trembled against him, and he growled in pleasure as I discovered another orgasm. He felt it, too—everything. As I trembled, he moaned in pleasure. I could tell he was fighting everything in his power not to join me yet in his final destination. He wasn’t looking to stop the celebration anytime soon.

He turned me on my side, wrapped his legs around me, and slid into me from behind. “Oh my gosh,” I breathed out, discovering that different angles hit different marks, and I loved every second of it.

His face pressed against my side as his words rolled off his tongue. “I like that,” he told me. “I like that I can see all of you.” His hands fell to my breasts, massaging them as he nibbled against my earlobe. “I like that I can feel all of you.”

We stayed there with one another, losing time and every inhibition we’d held. I didn’t know his hurts, and he hardly knew mine, but for those sacred moments, we felt like one. One strikingly beautiful mess.

He flipped me over to my back and met my stare once more. Those brownish-green eyes were addictive. He could’ve asked me for anything then, and I would’ve granted him his every wish. If he asked for a star, I would’ve found a ladder tall enough to reach the sky because that was how much I craved his pleasure. I wanted him as much as he seemingly wanted me.

“Come with me,” he ordered as his tip rubbed against my clit. He thrust into me, keeping eye contact, holding his stare as if I were the only person he’d ever want to look at again. I did as he commanded of me.

He came inside me, and I came fast, hard, long, and freely.

Yes, yes, yes…

After we finished, he collapsed on top of me. “Fuck,” he muttered, pleased. He trailed kisses down my neck before he flipped over to the side of me, completely drenched from the roller-coaster ride we’d ridden with one another.

“That was…” he breathed out.

“Yeah…” I agreed.

He tilted his head toward me, and a sly smirk found him. “Told you that you’d be sitting on my face.”

I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly bashful. “Whatever.”

A strange look found him as he stared at me. He narrowed his eyes, tilting his head slightly as he observed my face. The wicked smile that landed against his lips evaporated as he met my eyes. Then he hurriedly stood from the bed and gathered his clothing. He moved as if he’d just witnessed a ghost within my stare.

The sensation of his urgency sent chills of confusion down my back.

How could he look at me one second ago as if I were everything and then blink and make me feel like nothing?

I pulled the blanket over my body, hoping it would work as a shield to protect my timid heart. A flurry of nerves hit me as my mind returned to reality. An odd feeling of rejection settled in my mind when his warmth evaporated from my skin. Coming down from the highest high was met with the unfortunate aftermath of feeling lonely. He was still in the room, but he felt so far away. Maybe not physically, but mentally he’d somehow checked out the second his feet left the bed and found solid ground.

The whole situation left an odd taste in my mouth, but I tried to swallow it. What did I expect, anyway? I didn’t even know his name. He didn’t owe me anything, not even a goodbye. Logically, my brain understood that, yet my heart? It felt slightly cracked.

I bit my bottom lip. “Leaving already?”

His eyes met mine, and I saw it again—his rawness, his confusion. Something was eating at his mind and scrambling his thoughts. Maybe he was feeling as conflicted as I had been. Didn’t he feel what I felt? That wasn’t just sex. It couldn’t have been. I’d never felt so personal with someone I knew, let alone a stranger. But maybe that was what one-night stands were—fake situations appearing real.

He paused for a fleeting second. His lips parted slightly as if he were going to express himself, but instead, he shut them tightly before continuing to get dressed. He was tossing on his clothes as if he were a paramedic racing out of the door to attend an accident scene. I’d never seen someone rush so quickly to get away from me. I would’ve asked what I’d done to offend him, but I doubted he would’ve been honest. I didn’t know him, but I knew his eyes told the truth more than his lips ever had.

Guilt filled me up as I thought of what could’ve been wrong. “Do you have a girlfriend?” I questioned. Was that why he was rushing to get away from me? Was I his Meredith in this situation? Did he have his own box of Cheerios sitting back at home?

“What? No.”

“Then why are you rushing to leave so fast?”

“What did you expect?” He grimaced, avoiding eye contact at all costs. “Cuddles?”

I didn’t expect cuddles, but it would’ve been nice.

The way he avoided my stare was so odd to me. It wasn’t as if he thought I was a plague of some sort, but more so like I was his favorite drug, and he’d been desperately trying to get sober.

“Hey,” I called out, making him look once more. “Are you okay?” I wanted to examine his expression. To have a few more moments before he let go of whatever we’d just done. Yet this time, when he looked my way, he was different.

His eyes weren’t as gentle as they were during our performance. That cold aloofness had returned, but I couldn’t tell which was the real him. Was he the gentleman who asked permission? The one who sometimes looked like the saddest soul alive? Or was he simply a man who had one-night stands and felt nothing?

“I’m fine. This isn’t some fairy-tale ending. We fucked. Now we leave,” he told me as he pulled up his jeans. “Welcome to the real world.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“I told you that from the jump. Happy birthday,” he said. “Thanks for the sweets.”

After he left, I stayed in bed for a few seconds longer. Emotions began pushing through my system, and I could not tame them. Tears flooded my stare, and I began to sob into the palms of my hands, realizing what I’d just done. I didn’t know who I’d been that night and always had a strong sense of self. I was reliable. Responsible. Stable. The good girl who never did the bad thing. Everything that took place in that room was wrong. It should’ve never happened. I should’ve never been in that situation at all. Yet I wanted to relive every single second of it in slow motion. His hands gripping my waist…his tongue licking my neck…his lips against mine…

No, Starlet. This was wrong.

My mind and heart were at war as the tears poured from my eyes because I didn’t understand.

How could something so bad feel so good?