~Chapter 23~
I t’s been two days since the Vidar Mercenaries officially offered me a job. Honestly, I had completely forgotten that I had quit my old job. Heck, I hadn’t realized I had been without a phone because I spent my first week here in and out of consciousness and moping when I was awake.
I can’t even begin to explain how strange the whole thing sounded. I mean, mercenaries ! Real, vigilante groups hired by higher-up officials when the government ties their hands?! It’s like something out of one of my books.
Charlie bought me a new phone with their numbers, and HQ’s number already programmed. My first directive was to call HQ, listen to their spiel, and sign about a hundred NDAs and “other” documents. Thankfully, with my permission, they’ve put me on the guys’ team so we don’t have to hide things from each other; and I get to stay in this area.
I told Stu they knew he was helping me and looked so cute and bashful when HQ told me this was a warning. No more off-the- books vigilante-ism for us. I didn’t have a problem with it since I’d already gotten my revenge. That, and, neither Stu nor I would get into actual trouble; this time.
Doc just left and he’s pleased with my progress. Getting help washing my hair has still been a pain in the rear, but Stu and Danny are always around to help.
The guys were hilariously vocal about their actual feelings toward Franco and me having “relations”. I rolled my eyes at their posturing and even chuckled at their disgusted faces.
After a couple of minutes, I was able to finally get us back on track by talking about the bakery he took me to; what I saw, who…
They literally asked a hundred questions until my head was spinning.
It appears that my random meet-up proved to be beneficial to a huge case they’ve been floundering with.
Now, I’m hobbling down the hall making my way to the kitchen. One thing I’ve loved about staying here is the amount of food these giants consume, and, therefore, have on hand. The pantry, fridge, and freezer are always packed to the gills with just about anything and everything you could possibly desire.
Opening the fridge, I find a new stack of cheese and cracker packs. They are my favorite and I briefly wonder who else enjoys them.
Grabbing one, I waddle over to the couch, and flip on the TV, quickly deciding to watch The Naked Truth . Charlie, Even, and Danny are out snooping around the bakery, and Stu is upstairs running codes on codes on codes. I knew he was smart, but holy crackerjacks! The things he can do with those long, lean fingers and a laptop is insanity.
Footsteps bounding down the stairs cause me to smile, ready to see the mop of pink hair sitting above the cutest smile ever.
Jumping down the last two steps, Stu lands on the floor with a thump before turning that heart-stopping grin on me. “Hello, there, Queen Bea. How are you feeling today? Need any help washing today?”
“Hey! No, thanks. Danny helped me wash my hair before they left this morning.”
With a cocky little grin, he swaggers over to me before leaning down in front of me. He rests his hands on the back of the couch on either side of my head and stops just short of our noses touching. “I never said anything about washing your hair.” He waggles his eyebrows before closing the distance and planting a toe-curling kiss on my lips.
I greedily open for him, maneuvering my legs to make room for his body. He slides one hand over my cheek and the other through my hair, tilting my head just so, and then proceeds to consume me wholly.
Suddenly, his hands leave my head. I feel one arm band around my back, and the other band underneath my huge behind. Then, I’m being lifted in the air.
I yelp out, clenching my arms around his neck. “Stop!” I screech. “I’m too heavy! Put me down.” My anxiety spikes as I imagine us both crashing to the floor and me breaking every bone in his body.
A firm slap to my ass causes me to squeak in surprise and I realize that he’s growling. Actually growling! “Don’t you dare talk about my Queen’s body like that. I won’t stand for it. Now, hold on tight, I’m taking you back to your room.”
I gawk at him in surprise; his firm voice sending tingles straight to my core.
Then, his lips slam into mine with fervor, stripping me of any coherent thought.
Before I know it, I’m being laid, ever so gently, on top of the bed I’ve been staying in. He leans back just long enough to rip his shirt off, and I can’t help but roam my fingers across his lean torso; watching in rapt fascination as his muscles tense beneath my touch.
Continuing my exploration, I reach all the way down to the navy sweatpants and my eyes widen with intrigue as his bulge strains underneath the fabric. Crap on a cracker. I remember him feeling big in my hand, but Dear Lord he’s huge!
His chuckle catches my attention and brings my gaze back to his eyes. He looks at me with a mixture of hunger and sheer appreciation causing me to momentarily forget that he’s between my thighs, preventing me from rubbing them together.
Leaning back in, he removes my hands from his waistband and intertwines his fingers with mine. His mouth captures mine in a soul-altering kiss. It’s sweet, pure, and full of more emotion than I know how to handle. But, I try anyway. Dang, do I try; for him.
Letting go of one of my hands, I feel his hand travel down my chest, gently cupping my breast and teasing the area over my nipple. Needing more, more of him, I find myself thrusting against him and damning the fabric between us straight to hell.
With a moan, I take my free hand and rub it up and down his soft skin, only pausing briefly when his muscles lock up as my fingers trail over jagged scars. I want to know who the fork touched him so cruelly, but now’s not the time. He’ll tell me when he’s ready.
Seeming to be on the same page, he grinds his pant-covered cock against my pussy, right where I need him most. “S-Stu. Please.” I whine.
“I know. I’ve got you baby. I’m going to give you everything you need and more.” Plunging his tongue back in my mouth, I get lost in the slow and tender dance we begin to share.
Without disconnecting our mouths, he reaches between us and deftly unbuttons my jean shorts before unceremoniously ripping them away from my body. I don’t even have a moment to miss the sudden loss of his body when he returns and presses his weight against me.
“Beatrice. I-I’ve,” His face twists in pain, sadness, and desire; causing my heart to dang near beat right out of my chest.
“I know, Stu. I know.” Taking my casted hand, I run my fingers across his brows then trail down his cheeks, before settling my palm against his cheek. I watch as he closes his eyes and leans into my touch, and tears prick behind my eyelids.
After a deep breath, he opens his eyes, and slides off the bed. I try to steel my expression, my hurt, but he must sense it as his solemn face turns into a sly grin. Teasing his waistband with his thumbs, he slowly slides his pants down, bringing his briefs along with them. His cock springs out, bobbing up and down with each beat of his heart and I almost choke on my tongue.
He’s got to be at least 9 inches long and has six barbells lining the underside of his hard cock, making the perfect Jacob’s ladder. His long, lean fingers warp around his shaft and he pumps it once, drawing out a perfect bead of pre-cum.
I subconsciously lick my lips, desperately wanting to taste him. Which, is forking weird, because guys are such a-holes when getting blow jobs. That, and, I have an awful gag reflex. Trust me, it’s not fun for anyone involved.
However, for Stu, I want to try. Dang do I want to try.
His throaty chuckle snaps my gaze back to his and I see that he’s playing with that dang labret. My entire upper body is on fire and I’m starting to get nervous. Shoot. What if I’m not good enough? What if I can’t take him all? What if-
“Whatever’s running through your mind, baby, stop. It’s just us, here. Just be here with me. Do you trust me?”
My head is already nodding before he even finishes his question because I do . I do trust him. With everything I have and everything I am, I trust him.
His smile is so sweet and loving as he gently climbs between my legs. Our lips connect again in a sensual dance and he freaking finally touches me where I crave him most. The contact causes me to jump with a yelp. He immediately soothes it as he slowly circles my clit with the slightest of pressure. I can feel my pussy clench down on nothing at all and know that I’m already embarrassingly wet for him.
He breaks the kiss, one arm landing next to my head, our foreheads touching, and begins to explore my slick folds. My hips thrust upward, desperate for more contact as his eyes pierce through mine.
When he finally plunges a long finger inside of me, I feel myself bare down on him and my eyes flutter closed.
He leisurely pumps in and out of me with his long finger. My legs fall open further, just in time for him to insert a second finger, stretching me even more. “God damn. You’re so tight, baby. So damn tight but so damn wet.”
With bleary eyes, I look at his face and see the muscles in his jaw tensing as he grits his teeth. Pump, pump, pump, twist.
My back bows off the bed and Stu takes that opportunity to kiss me along my neck, sucking on that sweet spot right between my neck and clavicle.
“Condom?” He pants out. His whole body vibrates as if he’s barely holding back.
Shaking my head, far too close to the edge, I rasp, “I’m clean. Can’t have kids.”
His body tenses as his eyes shoot to mine with questions. Questions I’m not ready to have, yet. Instead, I reach up and pull his mouth down to mine, sucking his labret into my mouth as his groan ripples through my body.
Releasing our kiss, I feel the head of his cock nudging against my entrance, right where his fingers are. I close my eyes and take a deep breath through my nose, willing away the memories of the last time I had such a huge dick rammed into me.
“Open your eyes, Bea. I need to see you. I need to see you as I stretch your pussy with my cock.” Obeying immediately, I begin to tremble; partly in fear and partly with anticipation as he removes his fingers and slides his tip through my wetness.
His tip breaches my entrance and I hiss at the burning stretch.
I’m no virgin, but what the guys don’t know, is I’ve only had actual intercourse three times in the last four years. I’ve met plenty of guys through apps, but only let myself have sex twice before meeting Even. With every guy before him, I nixed intercourse, only relying on mouths and hands to do our work; and, of course, the occasional toy.
The head pushes in, causing me to arch off the bed, not sure if I want more or less. Why is his head so big?? It’s not going to fit.
His chuckle brings me back to Earth and he leans closer to my ear, his warm breath gliding over my skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body.
“It’ll fit, baby. You can do it.” His words aren’t necessarily dirty but I groan all the same.
Pulling out a little, then pressing back in, he looks at me like I’m a rare gem. I swear I feel the cool metal press into my core and my breath backs up into my lungs.
“Breathe for me, baby. Come on. I have six barbells and you can take everyone. Now, count with me. You ready?” I wrap my arms around his neck, making sure my free arm lies on his neck, and the casted arm sits on top so I don’t hurt him.
With a shaky nod, I push out a breath and lock my eyes on his. The metal pops past the resistance and he freezes. “One.” I moan, my eyes rolling back in my head.
Slowly out, then in.
Pop.
“Two”.
Stu’s arm begins to shake violently as he moves his hand from his cock to my clit, rubbing it in smooth, slow circles. “Oh, oh, oh my God!”
Slowly out, dragging out the barbells, then in.
Pop .
“Threeeee!!!” I yell out as an orgasm forking bowls me over out of nowhere.
By the time I blink out of it, Stu’s popping another barbell in. “F-Four,” I groan long and low.
The piercings are rubbing up against places I’ve never felt before. And holy forkballs!
Out, then in.
Pop.
“F-five!”
He continues his ministrations on my clit as he pulls back out and slams all the friggin’ way home.
“SIX!” Another orgasm rips through my core, down into my toes, and my eyes slam shut. There’s a high possibility that my pussy now houses my heart as it beats out an almost painful rhythm. Cheese and rice, Batman. He’s ripping me apart in the most delicious way.
Sweet, loving lips touch mine and I open my eyes to find Stu, now resting his body on mine, both arms bracketing my head; eyes unfocused and teeth grinding together. The vein in his neck pulsates with the effort it’s taking him not to move.
Finally, my body melts into the bed. Rolling my hips upwards, I urge Stu to move. “Please.” He lands a sweet kiss on my nose as he slowly pulls out, each and every bell leaving the comfort of my pussy before slowly sliding back in.
And then, he finds a rhythm.
It’s terrifyingly slow, sweet, and all-around lovely. His hips roll as he enters me, pulls out, and re-enters. I drown in his beautiful blue eyes as he slowly starts to screw me. Although, I know better. This isn’t screwing. This is… the other thing. The thing I’ve never done and I’m too much of a coward to say it.
So, instead, I close my eyes, rear forward, and kiss him with all I have. With all the emotions I’m feeling.
And he rocks into me until our bodies are sweating, my bra and shirt are sticking to my skin and I’m not totally sure where I end and he begins.
He rocks until sparks fill my vision. My legs wrap around his because I suddenly need every inch of him touching every inch of me; like I need my next breath.
He rocks until he finally lets go with the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, spilling inside of me before collapsing on top of me.
And we stay like that: entangled with each other, sweaty and sated while I rub my hands through his sweaty, messy hair and breathe him in, us in, for what feels like the very first time.