Chapter 11 Stone
Stone
Standing up, shivering and fighting to keep from coming just from the taste of her on my tongue, the slick feel of her in my mouth.
Jerking at my shirt, I vaguely hear the buttons pinging but I don’t give a damn. I just need to get to her.
Get inside of her. Now.
She moans and writhes on the bed, her long legs peddling at the sheets as her fingers tear at the fabric.
Staggering to the side, I fall to the bed and pull the jeans off my legs in one quick yank. I stand again and rip my boxers down, finally feeling my cock free.
Her eyes open and widen as I jerk at the motherfucker, growling under my breath.
I feel like an animal. A hunter.
She should run. Hide. Get the hell away from me before I hurt her.
But she holds out her arms and I sink into her, the scent of her body washing over my senses, soothing my soul.
My mouth finds hers and I groan, our tongues tangling together, our bodies rolling and flailing.
I get over top of her and my fingers find her pussy, gently circling her clit until she’s rolling her hips, her head tossing on the pillows.
“What are you doing to me, Stone?”
Leaning down, I nip at the diamond tip of her nipple, tugging gently as she writhes. “I’m claiming you, Sugar. You’re mine. Fuck, you’re a sight.”
Her pale skin against the soft gray of her sheets glows in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
Her gray eyes open and she watches me as I slide down her body and my cock lines up with the slick heat of her. I should go slow. Should take my fucking time.
But she’s killing me. My whole body is so tight that it feels like one wrong move and I’m gonna fucking explode all over the sheets instead of in her tight pussy.
“Hell, I need to slow down.”
But like she knows I’m trying to find my brain, her fingers slip down my body and wrap around my throbbing cock, tugging gently. “Don’t go slow. Don’t stop. I need you,” she whines.
That’s all I need to hear. With a growl, I push inside her tight, wet heat and grit my teeth.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight. You’re strangling my cock. You’re killing me and it’s so fucking good,” I groan and lean down to claim her mouth again. She licks my lips and everything around me goes red then white and I slam inside her in one long thrust.
Her body goes taut and she whimpers in pain.
My brain finally fires again and I can see the pain in her eyes, the way she’s gritting her teeth.
And my whole body sinks into shame.
“I’m so sorry, Posy. I didn’t mean…I’m so sorry,” I mutter. My cock is still hard and she’s slowly going less stiff.
My lips find her nipple and my mouth closes on the tip, laving it gently, softly.
Her hips roll and I fight like hell not to blow.
Lifting my head, I touch her stubborn little chin, lifting it for my kiss. “You feel so good, Posy. So damn good,” I breathe.
I pull out slowly and she shivers but her hips chase mine. Her pussy clinging to me like she never wants to let me go.
I sure as hell don’t want to let her go.
My cock twitches and I groan, pushing inside her sweet pussy again. In and out, her lush hips chasing me every time.
I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t do anything but feel. Feel the heat of her around me. Feel the longing in her gray eyes. Feel the strangest feeling of coming home.
She groans and tenses around me and I can tell she’s close, her head falling back. Her body going taut as an arrow, her legs shaking.
Then she explodes and my mind goes blank. Her pussy pulses around me and white-hot pleasure rips inside me. My spine tingles, my balls drawing up so tight I swear they’re gonna crawl inside me.
She screams and I shudder, groaning as my dick jerks and pulses, my seed planting itself inside her.
My head falls forward and I fall to the side, growling under my breath. “Oh shit. I’m sorry, Posy.”
“What?” She squeaks breathlessly.
“I forgot to use a condom. I’m such an idiot.”
She doesn’t say anything for a second and then she sighs. “It’s the wrong time of the month. I’m sure it will be fine.”
“Let me get something and clean you up.” I sprint to the bathroom, wondering what the hell I was thinking.
But there’s the rub. I wasn’t thinking. Except that I wanted Posy. Desperately.
I wet a cloth and carry it out to gently pry her thighs open, smiling a little when she flushes and hides her face in the pillow.
She’s so damn sweet and innocent.
My smile falls away. I took that from her. Roughly.
I’m an ass. I turn to the bathroom and promptly trip over something that yowls loudly at me.
“Oh, Princess. I’m so sorry. I’m sure Stone just didn’t see you.”
Posy darts off the bed and catches the little hooligan, holding it to her. The little beast’s eyes narrow and she hisses at me.
Posy laughs and cuddles the monster. “I forgot your dinner, didn’t I? Let’s go get it.”
And she wanders off, totally naked and ignoring me.
Running my fingers through my hair, I sigh. I’ve hurt her enough. I should get the hell out of here and let her get some sleep at least. Grabbing up my clothes, I slip them on and then I follow her out of the room and down the hall where she’s baby-talking to Princess.
Her stormy eyes come up and narrow when she sees me in my clothes.
“I need to get home, Posy. I’ve got an early morning appointment I can’t miss.”
She nods her head but lowers her eyes and purses her lips. “Of course. I’ll see you around, I guess.”
“For sure, Sugar. For sure.”
Then I slip my coat and boots on and practically sprint out the door. I reach my truck and start it, staring at the door to Posy’s little house.
Did I do the right thing? I don’t know. But I hurt her and I need to think. Because the feelings swirling around in my gut, are scaring the hell out of me.
A wild, weird, stupid piece of me hopes that I fucked up and she gets pregnant with my kid and she never leaves.
Shaking my head, I put the truck in gear and pull away. Because I know that can’t happen. She’s a free spirit and she’ll leave.
Just like Alicia.