Chapter 13
STELLA
Please don’t let me fall in love.
I just want sex. I just want his beautiful hard body. His thick cock. His mouth on my pussy. I want pure, mindless pleasure.
I’m so turned on, I’m vibrating from it. This man is just so damn attractive to me.
I gaze down my body where his head and wide shoulders are between my legs and that is so hot.
I feel his breath on my skin there, then his tongue sliding, so gently.
My clit… I need more but he licks all around it.
His hands slide under my butt and he turns his head to kiss my inner thigh.
He glances up at me as his mouth presses there, then nips at my flesh.
I let out a squeak then a moan as he licks and kisses more, slowly moving back to my pussy. This time, he drags the flat of his tongue over me in firmer strokes and his hands come up to my breasts, cupping them, squeezing them. Another moan spills from my lips.
“You are so soft,” he murmurs. “So beautiful.”
God, I’m losing my mind. He’s eating at me with his mouth and his fingers pluck at my nipples. Deep inside me, a tight, achy knot forms. My hips roll on the mattress, lifting to his mouth, my abs contracting. My head falls back.
“Christ,” he mutters. “You taste amazing.” He delves with his tongue, so eager.
“I’m going to come,” I manage to whimper. “I’m so close…”
“Good.” And he seals his mouth around my clit, sucking on it, then rubbing his tongue over it.
I can’t stop the noise that rises in my throat as a shattering burst of heat sears every nerve, making me burn with pleasure.
“Fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, laying soft kisses on my pussy, my inner thighs, my belly.
I can’t speak yet. My body quivers, pulsing deep inside.
He grabs one of the condom packages, opens it, and rolls on the thin latex.
Watching his big hands move on his cock is erotic as hell.
Then he rises over me, nudging my thighs wide with a muscular leg.
I lift my knees to cradle him with my body.
His mouth and chin are shiny with my juices and he drags the back of his hand across his mouth then leans down to kiss me.
I open hungrily, wanting his kiss, his tongue, wanting his cock inside me.
He kisses my neck, my cheek, my eyebrow, and it’s unnervingly sweet. I slide my fingers into his silky hair, brush them over the shorter hair at the nape of his neck, then palm the rough edge of his jaw.
He straightens his arms and rests his forehead against mine, his nose alongside mine. “I need to be inside you,” he says roughly.
“Do it. I want it, too.”
“Fuuuck.” He reaches down between us and guides himself into me, inch by inch, carefully. His jaw is rock hard, his eyes closed, and I lift up to him to take him deeper. All the way. “Oh yeah. Fuck, you feel good.” He holds himself still then slowly moves, out, in, again. “I can’t…”
“It’s okay. Fuck me.”
I’m still pulsing inside and his cock is sliding over sensitive nerve endings.
With a long groan, he rises up and reaches for me, curving his hands around the back of my head, and then he’s thrusting harder, faster.
Deeper. I cry out, it’s so good. He pounds into me, our bodies slapping together, guttural noises falling from his lips and mingling with my gasps, taking me with his entire body.
I dig my fingers into his ribs and hold on as he rails the bejesus out of me.
I fucking love it.
He lets out a ragged groan, holding himself deep inside me, his body tight, his jaw locked. “Fuuuuck.” I hold on to him through his orgasm, loving the intensity, the wildness, the way he’s utterly consumed by it.
When he goes still, he shifts on top of me, his cock sliding out, and my pussy clenches.
He shifts to the side and lays down, mostly on top of me, pausing to look at me and smile and we both breathe out a laugh.
Then he lays his head on my breasts, his lungs labouring.
I hook one leg around him and hold his head, breathing in the scent of his hair.
“Huuuuuh,” he exhales.
I smile.
“That was fast,” he mumbles. “Sorry.”
“It was good. Amazing good. But you know, if you want to try again, I’d be okay with that.”
He chuckles. “Where’s that other condom?”
“Already?”
“No. I need a minute.” He pauses. “Or maybe not.”
“This is what it’s like being with a younger man, huh?”
He snorts a laugh. “Damn right.”
We’re both sweaty and a little sticky and after long, drowsy moments, he rolls off me. “Be right back.”
He walks to the bathroom and I unashamedly watch him because holy hell, the man is a work of art. His ass alone is prize-winning, and those thighs… my God.
When he returns, he watches me watching him, and smiles. Then he jumps onto the bed, nearly bouncing me off.
I squeal. “I guess you have your energy back.”
“Ready to roll.” He finds the condom, then yanks back the comforter. “This time into the bed.”
We do some awkward repositioning that makes us laugh and he pauses. “There’s your tattoo.” He peers at my ribs. “Embarrassingly, I have no idea what that is.”
I touch the ink. “It’s the golden ratio.” A short mathematical equation.
He lifts his eyes to my face. “Ooookay.”
I grin. “Two quantities are in the golden ratio if their ratio is the same as the ratio of their sum to the larger of the two quantities.”
He falls onto the bed face first. “Jesus.”
“It’s the perfect proportion. It balances addition and multiplication.”
“Is it the same as the Fibonacci sequence?”
I laugh delightedly. “No, but they are closely related. The sequence is a series of integers, while the golden ratio is an irrational number.”
“Oh. Okay. Got it.”
“Tell me about your tattoos.” I stroke my fingertips over his shoulder, studying the ink.
“Not much to tell.” He flips over onto his back. “I just like them. This one is the Brandon Elk.”
“And this is obviously for the Orcas.” I trace a black killer whale.
“Yeah. I always liked whales. I thought it meant something good when I got drafted by them.” He makes a bitter-sounding grunt.
My lungs squeeze. I run a hand over his chest. “It can’t all be bad.”
“No. I was thrilled to get drafted. And thrilled that it was in my home town. That never happens. The years I played in Abbotsford were great. We had a good group of guys. I was excited when I got called up to play for the Orcas. My first season was good, too. Then everything went to shit.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah.” He turns his head on the pillow to look at me. “I’m trying to be better this year. More accountable.”
I remember him talking about that. “How are you doing that?”
He purses his lips, then rolls toward me. “You know what? I don’t want to talk about hockey in bed with a sexy, gorgeous woman.” He kisses me. “I want to do more of this.”
“Mmmm.” I kiss him back.
This is more than a kiss. The feel of him, the taste of him, it’s like a drug.
It’s flowing through my veins and making me high.
He sucks on my tongue, licks my bottom lip, kisses me again and I can’t get enough, I want to take all of him inside me and hold him there.
And I’m not sure that would even be enough.
I barely know this man but somehow, we’re connecting in a way I’ve never experienced.
“This time, we can take it slow.” He pushes the covers back and rolls me over onto my stomach. My belly does a flip flop. There’s a pause and a rustle as he dons the condom.
He kneels behind me and then I feel a soft touch on the back of one knee. I think it’s his nose. Then his mouth, kissing me there. Shivers run over my skin. He trails his nose up the back of my thigh, slowly, teasingly, all the way to the curve of my ass where his mouth presses again. Oh my God.
He lays slow kisses over both my butt cheeks, one hand tracing up the back of my other thigh.
He spends long moments like that, caressing my legs, inside my thighs almost to my pussy, kissing my cheeks.
I shiver and tingles run over my skin. He shifts off his knees to lie beside me, still stroking up and down, from knees to waist. With my head turned on the pillow, I peek over my shoulder to see him studying me as he pets me.
His hair is messed up, his expression focused, and he leans down to kiss the upper curve of one butt cheek again.
A moan leaks from my lips and heat swirls in my bloodstream. As his mouth moves over me, his hand stays between my thighs, edging higher. I’m quivering, my clit aching for touch. But damn him, he stops, running his fingertips up the center of my back. I whimper.
Ah, I need more. I push up and shift onto my side, facing him.
His lips quirk. His body is big and muscular next to me, his cock jutting.
His attention drops to my breasts briefly before he kisses me, still sliding his hand over my skin, from hip to waist, to ribcage.
His mouth moves to my throat, my chest, then my nipple, slowly tugging it into his mouth and releasing it, again and again until my nipples are tender.
“Goddamn, you’re sweet.” He growls out the words as he moves to my waist, kisses me and gently nips there, his hand petting my ass again, then he pushes my top leg over and now I’m flat on my back with his fingers in my pussy.
I gasp as he touches there so gently, slicking through my folds, and finally finding my clit. “There. Is that what you want?”
“Yes.” I reach for his face, cupping his jaw, bringing his head up to mine to kiss him, open-mouthed, tongue-tangling kisses, and I lift my leg again, casting it over his hip. He draws back to watch my face as he reaches over my thigh to find his cock and run the head through my wetness.
“Yes,” I moan. “Oh yes.”
But he’s still drawing this out, releasing his cock to cradle my butt in his hands again and kissing me.
“Okay, then.” I shove my arm between us so I can hold his cock. His mouth curves against mine, one hand twisting into my hair, the other grabbing my butt to pull my leg higher and open me more to him. I make soft, needy sounds as I gently tug his shaft, trying to get him closer.
He’s partway in. Just the tip. I almost laugh at that but I’m too delirious. “Please.”
I run my hand over one shoulder, enjoying the rounded muscles, glide over his biceps, then curl around the side of his neck.
He sucks my nipple again until I’m a mess of frantic sensation, my hips moving involuntarily, still seeking more of him.
He cuddles my butt cheek in one hand and moves in small, shallow pulses, teasing me more. Torturing me.
“I’m dying,” I whine. “I need you inside me.”
Our noses are pressed side by side, our breath mingling.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me closer, sliding inside me a little deeper, and again, my patience runs out.
I push myself up and over him, straddling him, shifting myself until my knees are up next to his ribs and my pussy is right above his cock, and then I guide him into me, watching his face.
His eyes gleam, his lips curve. “Greedy girl.”
I toss my hair back. “I am.” I sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I lower myself all the way, and he’s filling me. “Ohhhh God.”
I lean forward to kiss him and his hands grip my ass, holding me in place as he lifts his hips and his cock slides in… and out. Slow. Lush. Decadent.
We’re both breathing faster, faces touching, heat rising, and when he releases my butt, I take over the movement, rising and sinking on his shaft. Yes. This…
His hands coast over me, over my hips, my back, trailing fire along my skin. “You’re soft,” he murmurs. “Beautiful.”
Whimpers escape me and mingle with his groans. I straighten and gaze down at him.
“What a view.” He reaches for my breasts. “Gorgeous.” He pinches my nipples lightly, then harder, and my internal muscles squeeze him reflexively. “Is that good?”
“So good.”
Using impressive abdominal strength, he sits up, banding an arm around me, and pulls a nipple into his mouth. I wrap my arms around his head, holding him to me, and we move together as he pulls on my nipples with his lips and his teeth and sensation streams from my breasts to my womb.
“Can you come again?” he asks without looking up.
“I think so.” The coiling tension is there. “I just need…” I finger my clit.
“Yeah.” He pulls back to watch me touch myself. “That’s so fucking hot. Jesus, Stella.” My name comes out of his mouth on a rumble.
“I know.” I focus on getting myself off. His thick cock wedged inside me is speeding it up, so many sensations converging, twisting, spiraling up.
He rolls back down to the mattress and I stare at his wide chest, his face, his ruddy cheeks and glittering eyes.
I lean down to kiss him again, my breasts brushing over his chest, and he wraps his arms around me and rolls us both over, flipping our positions so I’m on my back under him. I let out a breathy laugh. “Whoa!”
His smile broadens, his dimples flash, and he’s moving inside me, fucking into me with deep, hard strokes, rocking the bed, shaking my body. Frenzied noises spill from my mouth and I resume the circles over my clit, that spiral rising higher.
“That’s it.” His voice is tight. “That’s beautiful. Aw fuck, I feel you tightening around me.”
Wave after wave of heat surges through me, wracking me. And Jayden comes too, shuddering, shouting, pressing into me. We’re crushed together, sweaty and panting.
Slowly, the pulses fade. I’m done in. Inert. Enervated.
“Fuck me,” he groans. “You’ve destroyed me.”
Eyes closed, I smile. “The feeling is mutual.”