by Piper Rayne
I strip my lips off his, wanting to see him. Back stepping to the edge of the bed, I let my ass fall down and I hook my fingers into the sides of his board shorts. His hand caresses my cheek, watching for my reaction as I pull the shorts down over his hard length.
He steps out of his wet suit and it remains a heap on the floor. I run my palm over his length, my thumb over the tip. His head falls back, but his hand never stops cradling my cheek, his thumb running over my lip. Wrapping my hand around his thickness, I pump, and he groans.
“Stella, I really need to be inside you.” His voice holds a quality I’ve never heard before.
I slide up on the bed and he crawls toward me, stopping between my legs. He nudges my legs apart with his shoulders and his mouth hovers over me. His finger runs through my folds and he teases me with his finger at my opening.
“I thought you had to be inside me?” I say in a breathy voice.
He laughs and his eyes stay on me while his tongue licks me up the center. “I have to get you ready.”
“I’m ready,” I say.
He pushes one finger inside me, then another before sliding them out and into his mouth. He sucks them for a moment then slowly pulls them out.
“Yep, I’d say you’re ready.” Pushing up on his forearms, he crawls the rest of the way up. His weight over me feels delicious. “Shit, my condoms are upstairs in my wallet. I’ll be right back.” He shifts to get off me.
“King?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you clean? Like, have you been tested?”
He tilts his head.
“I have an IUD and I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone for…”
He smiles, waiting for the answer.
“Let’s just say I’m clean.”
He chuckles. “I am too. Just got tested last month.” He crawls back on top of me, situating himself between my thighs. “And I haven’t been with anyone for a while either.”
I smile and trust that he isn’t just saying that to appease me.
“Now that that’s decided.” He kisses me and the tip of his dick pierces my opening, teasing me, driving me crazy.
Inch by inch, he slowly enters me. Once he’s fully inside, I relish the moment of us being connected.
“You good?” he asks.
I nod, and he cradles my head between his forearms on the bed. He starts with small circles, kissing me once then burying his head in the crook of my neck.
“Damn, you feel amazing,” he whispers, and goose bumps spread where his breath hits my neck.
“So do you.” My fingers dig into his shoulder blades and my head sinks into his pillow as he thrusts into me.
Then he’s kissing my lips, my jaw, my ear, my cheek, whispering small tokens of how much he loves me, how beautiful I am. My thighs clench harder, my legs running up his thighs, my heels resting on his calves. Now I understand the difference between making love and just having sex. The tenderness that comes when you love someone is something special. Wanting the moment to never end, even when your orgasm hangs by a thread as thin as a spider’s web. This is an expression of love. It’s not about the end result. It’s about what you’re promising that person with your body.
“I’ll never hurt you,” Kingston says as though he can read my thoughts. “I promise.” He rises up and stares at me, locking my gaze with his. “Tell me this isn’t a dream.”
I put my hands on his face and don’t look away. “It’s not a dream. I love you with every piece of me.”
He kisses me and increases his speed. Our kisses become a frantic mess of lips, tongue, and teeth. My impending orgasm can’t be held back any longer.
“Oh God, harder,” I pant.
I clench in an effort to delay the gratification, but he doesn’t relent, and my body tightens before I skyrocket into the air, free-falling back down to Earth.
Kingston doesn’t stop, drilling in and out of me, his lips still on any of my skin he can reach. “Jesus, I don’t wanna come.”
But he pumps into me, pausing for a second, then pumps again. My name falls from his lips and he cranes his head back as he comes. Then he leans in to kiss me. His kiss slows, his tongue lazy compared to minutes before. I decide I love the post-orgasm look in his hooded eyes.
“I’ll be right back,” he says.
After we clean up, I grab the satin pillow I brought with me. When I return to the room, Kingston pulls the covers down. I slide in under them, my fingers playing with the small patch of hair on his chest. There’s no denying it any longer—this is where I’ve always belonged, risky or not.
Twenty-Six
Kingston
My eyes open and I jolt up from the bed. My head flops to the right and I breathe easy. She’s here. Last night wasn’t a dream.
I snicker, admiring her sprawled out on her stomach, both arms under her pillow. It’s ridiculous how happy I am that suddenly the years of waiting have proved worth it. I have her with me—and it’s only been one night.
I run my finger down her spine and she murmurs something, swatting at me and rolling to her side. I chuckle, spooning her from behind, my hand sliding between her breasts. She sighs and rocks back.
“I’m going to make you breakfast,” I whisper.
She hooks her leg back over mine and locks me to her. “Not yet. And I’m not a breakfast person anyway.”
“You need your energy if we’re going to keep last night as the gold standard of our relationship.”
Twice in bed. Once on the kitchen counter when we thought we were hungry but had a hard time keeping our hands to ourselves. Deciding on a shower, I took her against the shower wall. Talk about easy cleanup. In all my years of being sexually active, I’ve never had shower sex. Although I don’t find it as great as having an entire bed to roll around in, Stella seemed impressed that I could hold her up the entire time, which earned me a blow job two hours later when she woke me.
My cock slides between her ass cheeks, happy to stay there all day. I kiss her shoulder, my fingers running down the valley of her breasts, inching closer to between her legs. “Are you sore?”
She moans. “Not enough that I’m going to stop you.”
I smile against her dark skin, my hand sliding her hair out of the way, and cast kisses to the back of her neck. She sighs like she did last night when I used an ice cube on her in the kitchen. My fingers circle her clit slowly, lazily, leisurely, hoping to drive her crazy. I’ve tested how she likes to be played with and slower seems to be better. When I concentrate on her clit, she usually comes quickly, coating my fingers.
She rocks back into me and I straighten out my cock so it slides between her legs, the slick wetness there. I lower my body, my lips casting small kisses down her back, ready to flip her so I can nestle between her legs, but she turns around, pinning me to my back and straddling me.
“Have I mentioned I’m kind of a control freak?” She smirks, inching up and positioning my cock so she can sink down on me. She places my hand between her legs. “Feel free to continue though.”
My thumb circles her clit and she leans back, her hands on my kneecaps with her tits on full display, making my mouth salivate.
“I like this side of you.”
She pumps up and down on me, unapologetically stealing her pleasure. I’m not complaining—the visual alone has me thinking of fire safety and my routine when I enter a burning building, so I don’t come before she gets off. Her tits are so tempting, bouncing and jostling above me, the nipples peaked. I grab one, pinching her nipple between my finger and thumb.
She bolts up and smiles. “Do it again.” I do and she groans, rocking her hips. “I’m so close, don’t stop with my clit.”
I increase the speed just a little and her walls constrict around my dick. I don’t lighten up and my hand falls from her breast to her hip, gripping it to help her get high up on my cock so she can feel my tip pound into her sweet spot.
She falls forward, her eyes hooded with lust as her hands splay on
my chest, pumping up and down, grinding her clit on my pelvic bone. I watch her come and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever witnessed. Porn has nothing on Stella Harrison.
I suck her nipple into my wet mouth, and she takes my head, pushing it into her. Tensing, she clenches my cock so hard from the inside that I almost come right there. She falls on me and I roll us so she can lie on her side. Holding her leg up, I slide back into her from behind, pounding in and out of her.
“I’m never gonna have enough of you,” she says, panting.
“Good, because you’re stuck with me forever,” I say, losing control and coming inside her. My dick softens a bit and I roll onto my back, catching my breath. “Man, I think you used and abused me there.”
She giggles, getting up to go to the bathroom. “Men might wake up with morning wood, but that doesn’t mean women don’t wake up aroused too.”
“I’m not complaining. Use me any time you want.”
I hear her laughing down the hall on the way to the bathroom. For the first time in the light of day, I look around at our clothes strewn all over the place, the sheets more off the bed than on. What a perfect night last night was.
Sliding out of the bed, I grab my sweatpants and head to the bathroom with her. After cleaning myself off, I put my sweatpants back on, kissing her cheek as she brushes her teeth. “Come up for breakfast.”
“Just coffee please.”
I shake my head and go upstairs, spotting the beer I left by the front door. I completely forgot about it, so I grab the case and put it in the fridge. Shit, I never got food. Lou said he’d bring some, so I expect to find an empty fridge, but when I open it, it’s got all the essentials. There are small notes on things. “You better be naked when preparing these tomorrow morning” is written on a Post-it note on the eggs.
I pull off the note on the whipped cream and read, “Could be used for food or body—your choice.”
I find another blue Post-it note on the chocolate syrup. “There’s ice cream in the freezer, but I get it if you’d rather lick it off Kingston.”
I shake my head, tearing all of Allie’s little notes off the items. Especially the one that suggests we’d like to take milk and chocolate sauce and make chocolate milk with our mouths. She’s such an oddball.
Stella walks up wearing her robe. I have to say, I half expected her to be dressed for the day. Stella isn’t one for lazy days. I didn’t know if she’d be cool with us spending the day lounging around in bed.
My hands grip her hips and I hoist her up on the counter, parting her legs and letting my fingers inch up her bare thigh enough to check if she’s wearing panties. But there’s nothing but her neatly trimmed hair. “Hmm… I like this.”
She wiggles on the countertop. “I thought you might.” She pulls one side of her robe to the side to show off her tit. Damn, I could take her again right now.
“You better watch out or we might never leave here.”
She captures my lips, sliding her tongue into my mouth. It feels so fucking good to be able to be with her in this way, and I take the opportunity to deepen the kiss until I leave her breathless.
She pulls back and picks up the Post-it notes off the counter. “What are these?”
“Allie’s idea of a joke.”
She reads them, laughing at each one more than the last. “She’s been a blessing for me since I returned.” She crosses her legs but positions the robe so she’s not flashing me. There’s the Stella I know and love.
“You two did get close rather quickly.” I dump the coffee grinds into the filter, fill the machine with water, and start it. “I’ve always liked her.”
“Yeah, what do you think about her and Lou?”
Truth is, I had every intention of talking to Lou about Allie this weekend before I got ambushed with my glorious surprise. “I think they’d be good together, but I worry about Lou hurting Allie.”
Her eyebrows scrunch. “Why? Lou was a great guy when I…”
“Go ahead, I’m not going to get mad.” I smile so she knows it’s okay. I’m secure now in the fact that I’m the one she wants. I always thought she felt that way, which was why it was so frustrating when she wouldn’t let us be together.
“Well, he respected me when I told him about my past with you. He didn’t push anything.”
“He did still try to date you,” I remind her.
She hems and haws but eventually nods. “But I think he knew deep down it would never work. He knew I was hung up on you.”
“Is that so?” I abandon the eggs and pancake mix to put my hands on her again. How will I ever get shit done if I can’t stop touching her? “Want to play a question and answer game?” I kiss the tip of her nose.
“Depends what kind of questions they are. I don’t want to talk about the past.”
I shake my head. “Neither do I, but there’s a lot I don’t know about grown Stella. The fact that I had to find out through Lou that you don’t like breakfast pissed me off.”
She laughs, her head falling back. “The only reason he knows that is because he asked me for a breakfast date, and I told him I don’t eat it.”
“Well, that makes me want to maul you. I feared it was something else.”
“I never slept with him,” she says, her voice serious. “I never slept with Owen either.”
My eyes widen and I tilt my head. She and Owen dated for a while and he always made it sound like they did. “You didn’t?”
She shakes her head. “I went to college a virgin.”
“Oh.”
She bites her bottom lip.
“Well damn, I’m not sure you should’ve told me that.” I squeeze her hips.
“Why?”
“Because I feel like a fucking X-Man or a superhero who just got the opportunity so many before haven’t.” Fuck, that came out wrong. “I mean—”
“Was this a competition to see who could win me?” Her voice is low and unsure. She uncrosses her legs, letting them drop down over the edge of the counter as if she’s ready to bolt.
“No… yes. It was, but I didn’t want a damn trophy. You’re not the trophy.” I put my arms around her and bring her to the edge of the counter. Thankfully, she lets me. “You’re like the treasure chest at the end of a long, torturous journey. The one thing I wanted for so long and now I finally have it.”
“Maybe you’ll get sick of me.”
I put my finger under her chin and raise her face to meet my eyes. “Never. If anything, I worry I’m going to suffocate you.”
“Well, great. We’re not even together a day and we both have concerns.” I chuckle and lean in to place a chaste kiss on her lips. “I’ll prove to you that you’re not just some prize to win. To me, you’re like that stuffed animal kids don’t ever part with. The one they keep forever even after it’s been sewn back together a million times and one eye is missing.”
I lean forward to kiss her, but she puts her hand in front of my face. “Did you just compare me to a ratty old stuffed animal?”
“In a good way though.” I chuckle.
“Not really.”
I shrug. “You see what I was getting at.”
“No.” She shakes her head and is silent for a beat. “Kingston, have you considered what it might mean that we’re an interracial couple?”
I run my thumb across her cheek and frown. “I don’t care if some people have a problem with it.”
“Some people might have enough of a problem with it to be vocal about it. Maybe not in Lake Starlight where everyone knows us, but certainly elsewhere. Are you ready for that?”
“I’m ready for anything as long as it means I’m with you.”
She places her hand on my chest. “I’m serious. It won’t be easy for us.”
I hold her gaze. “I know. But we will be stronger for it. We can work through anything that comes our way. All we have to do is be honest with one another and push back against the haters.”
“You sure you’re up for it?” s
he asks.
“Stella, I told you. I’m in. One hundred percent.” Smiling, I pull open the tie of her robe, exposing her. “I think I have to cherish your body to prove my point.”
“Do you now?” She doesn’t attempt to cover up.
My thumb slides down her center and I’m about to feast on her breasts when we hear the front door open.
“Whoa, babe, wait until you see this.”
Denver. I told him and Cleo they could come up for a night. Shit. I completely forgot.
My forehead falls to her flat stomach, but she bolts up, pushing me to the other side of the kitchen. My back hits a knob and I go down to the floor in a heap while she ties her robe around herself and jumps down from the counter.
“I think we’re interrupting something,” Cleo says.
“Why?” Denver asks.
“Oh, I don’t know, but unless you did these rose petals and candles for me, this is for someone else.”
“Yeah, I did it and the fuckers didn’t turn the candles on. Here, let me pick you up.”
I shake my head at Denver.
“You’re such a liar.” Cleo walks into the main room and finds us, her eyes widening at my bare chest and Stella in a robe. “Oh crap. We’ll go.”
Denver joins Cleo, putting his arm around her waist. “Go? I’m not going anywhere.” He grins and looks from Stella to me and back. “Well, it’s about fucking time.” He beelines it over to Stella, picking her up and hugging her. “Welcome to the family. Finally.”
There goes my fuck fest.
Twenty-Seven
Stella
“So what’s the word?” Allie bites a carrot stick, leaning back in her chair at the nurses’ station.
I put on my badge and look at the board, unable to strip the smile off my face for the past two days since Kingston and I got together. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t you dare hold out on me!” She takes another bite, her eyes following me.