by Ember Flint
“We can’t wait too much, Sterling: I don’t want to keep this from him.”
I nod in the crook of her neck. “I know, love.”
We stay like this, simply holding each other for a while and then she pushes me back a little, her eyes narrowed. “Sterling?”
“Hmm?”
“Who’s Jess?”
Chapter 12
CORA
I clench my thighs together, the afterglow still warming my skin from the inside out, a telltale soreness in my core, and I smile as I dive back under the sheets and roll until I reach Sterling’s side.
He grunts in his sleep and I feel one of his long, muscular arms go over my middle as he unconsciously pulls me further into his body.
I nuzzle into his chest and I yawn.
We spent the whole night kissing, talking and fucking and I’m pretty sure even Angelina for once could have nothing to say against my activities: nothing boring about making love over and over again with the man I love.
Especially when said man is a sexy, burly giant with panty-melting eyes and a smirk that should be outlawed.
I feel and look like a total badass right now and I haven’t so much as opened one of my textbooks in days.
In between bouts of sex, we would practically lose consciousness in each other’s arms and then after a while I would wake up, feeling safe and yet at the same time impossibly hot, needy.
Our bodies tangled together, his raging hard manhood nestled between my legs, his mouth on my neck, shoulders, back, his strong arms around me, hands cupping and kneading my breast possessively.
I would have never believed Sterling and I could just click together in such an amazing way no matter how much I’ve always loved him, but we did and everything is just perfect.
I frown. Well, almost.
I kept my brother on the phone for over an hour this morning —as soon as Sterling finally crashed and let me come up for air— and I interrogated the shit out of him about this Jessica.
I don’t know her and I haven’t seen my brother since he met her yesterday morning after I run out of his office and yet I’m sure he’s head over heels in love with her.
It was all in his voice. I’ve never heard him sound like that.
And then there’s Aston who went out last Friday and apparently fell quite hard for Jessica’s sister, Lara.
They have been almost inseparable ever since and I’m so, so happy for them all.
I wish I could have gone to dinner yesterday and met the girls who so easily turned my brother’s and Aston’s lives upside down, but there was no way I could make myself slide off from under Sterling long enough.
I tried to reason with my big, stubborn caveman that we could both go and no one will be the wiser at the change in status in our relationship and he looked at me like I was crazy, telling me we both had a ‘just fucked each other’ neon sign over our heads and he wasn’t about to let my brother find out about us from the love bites on my neck so I had to tell Charlie I needed an early night because I was tired from studying too much and spend the rest of the night getting it on with Sterling.
I know my brother won’t be pleased when he finds out, the degree of the damage this could cause on our relationship is anybody’s guess though.
That’s the only thing that’s marring my happiness right now: the knowledge that I’m keeping something so important from my beloved brother and that in being with Sterling I could end up driving a wedge between them.
I’m toying with the idea of just coming out with it and get it over with —but I don’t think Sterling would like that—, also I feel bad about interfering right now with my brother’s newfound happiness with Jessica, especially after what Cruella de Vil put him through before their long-anticipated —at least by me— breakup.
Also my brother is pretty possessive of me and there’s a good chance he is going to kick Sterling’s ass over this. I don’t want them to fight, dammit.
Our love is something so beautiful to me, I can hardly speak about it without bursting in a cloud of happy tears and pink glitters and the idea it could be the means of ending their friendship messes with my head.
I feel movement on my belly and I shake my head, grinning, when I realize it’s Sterling’s morning erection poking me.
Damn, this man is an insatiable bedroom animal that needs like zero recovery-time and I love it!
I carefully disentangle from his hold and scoot back until there’s enough space between us for me to move down his long, hard body and I grin to myself.
During the night he told me more than once that my mouth and the touch of my fingers on his skin felt incredible, told me his cock loved it all, but he didn’t let me explore as much as I wanted.
Yes, I was a virgin till yesterday, but I’ve been lusting after this man for years so I have a pretty long list of wants to put into action, first and foremost my desire to taste him —really taste him —, but he didn’t let me, not to completion anyway, no matter how much I pouted.
Like a caveman with only breeding in his mind, he insisted all his seed had to go between my legs and it felt so delicious having him inside of me that I really didn’t have the strength to complain.
I look up at him.
His eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling steadily.
Maybe now that he’s asleep I will finally have my taste.
Let’s see.
I smirk, bending over his taut midsection and pushing the crazy curls away from my face, I lower my head to his erection.
I stick my tongue out and run it around the bulbous head, pressing it against the underside and his entire, big body jumps and twitches, his cock jerking completely upright.
I cringe, peeking at his face, but he’s still asleep. Good.
I lick slowly from the tip to the base and then give a few licks and little kisses to his balls and he groans in his sleep, flinging an arm over his face.
I smirk, feeling empowered by his reaction.
I lick back up toward the head and his body bows off the bed.
My lips twitch and I try not to laugh as I open my mouth over the head of his cock. I push down as much as I can, but there’s no way I can fit all of him in my mouth. I force another couple of inches through my lips and that’s my limit. I feel the head barely grazing the entrance of my throat and I already gag.
I breathe through my nose and pull him back out a little until I have in my mouth only a few inches past the large head.
He tastes like salt, sex and… my pussy I think and I love it.
I grasp his erection in my hand and start to massage it up and down, while at the same time I hollow my cheeks, sucking on his head, my tongue tickling his little slit and finally I get a taste of his own saltiness on it.
This time when he bows off the bed I know he’s awake, because, I feel his hand come down and tangle in my curls while he swears a blue streak with that sexy Brit accent of his and I feel myself go from damp to soaking at his groan.
“Fuck, Cora, what—”
I look up at him as he blinks down at me, looking confused and aroused.
His head falls back on the pillow. “I was sure I was dreaming… damn, sweetheart, this feels amazing.”
I smile around his cock, doubling my efforts to bring him pleasure, sucking and stroking him faster.
He clutches my head to his crotch, his hips driving his cock another inch deeper.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, suck harder, love, harder… that’s it!” he grits out, his voice all throaty and harsh and I feel more pre-cum leak on my tongue.
Mmm. I’m really enjoying this: I didn’t know I could please him so much like this and that it would be so exciting watching him come undone at my ministrations.
I glance up to study him as I suck on his length harder.
He is all tense and restrained, his handsome face contorted in a grimace of pleasure, his lips in a thin line, eyes trained on me.
“Love, take your mouth away, I can’t last
much longer!”
Not a chance.
“Cora, come on! Don’t make me cum like this!” he rasps.
He’s so much bigger than me that it would take him less than a second to overthrow me, but I guess he’s too far gone to realize it and I love that I can drive him this crazy.
I suck on him even more forcefully, one hand pumping him up and down, the other, squeezing his sack gently.
A sexy low grunt rips from his chest and I feel my core respond to it, my walls clenching, my clit pulsing.
I graze the underside of his crown where I can feel the big vein throbbing away under my tongue with my teeth and his whole body arches up, nearly pushing me off the bed in the process, his abdominal muscles tensing and releasing. “Fuck, I’m going to… going to cum so hard… so hard, Cora!” he wheezes out, his voice low and breathless as he thrusts into my mouth and then I finally feel it: the rush of his hot orgasm, sliding on my tongue.
I let go of his erection to grab at the sheets, rubbing my thighs together as I keep my lips firmly spread around the head of his jerking cock and my eyes widen at the sheer quantity of seed filling my mouth. Damn, I had no idea he could come so much, especially after all the sex we have had.
I swallow once and then again until he’s completely spent and then I deliver a small, tender kiss to the tip after I let it slide from my mouth.
“Bloody fucking hell,” he pants, pulling me down on his body and up until I’m resting in the circle of his arms, our hearts pounding at the same rhythm.
“You trying to kill me or something?”
I smile. “Maybe… you gonna complain?” I ask trying to catch my breath.
He chuckles. “Hell no! That was wonderful, love, but I wanted all my cum to go in your cunt, you know…”
I nip him on the jaw and then kiss the sting away. “And you cannot spare a single taste from the baby-making craziness? Are you so old, there’s no more of it left?” I whisper in his ear and I feel his arms tighten on me even more.
Sterling growls, attacking my neck playfully. “I’ll give you old, you little minx!”
Before I thought it possible, Sterling has me on my back, kneels between my spread legs, grasps my thighs in his big hands and guides them around his waist and then he sits back taking me with him, his hands now splayed on my ass as he drives his still stiff, big cock inside of me making me scream his name.
Chapter 13
STERLING
I step out of the elevator and into the main lobby of Henley & Spade with a sigh, feeling an inordinate amount of tension running in my body.
Ripping myself from that bed and Cora’s soft, willing arms was almost physically painful, but I had to come, even if leaving her was the last thing I wanted to do.
It took me all day to pry myself from on top of her. I meant to speak with Aston in the morning and it’s the middle of the night.
Maybe it’s a good thing I unglued from her sexy, little curvy body, though: she told me her finals start a week from today and she really needs to study a bit and no matter how much I tried to behave yesterday, I didn’t even let her go near one of her books.
I stop in front of Aston’s office and I sigh.
All right, here goes nothing.
I can’t procrastinate any longer: I have to face the firing squad, or at least one of the two shooters, the one who hopefully is going to pick an arm or a leg as a target rather than my heart or my balls like the other certainly would.
I have made peace with the fact that no matter what Cora’s family is going to say, I’m still making her mine so that’s not why I’m so on edge.
Being with Cora is not up for discussion and I will let nothing stand in our way, but this doesn’t have to mean I have to like the prospect of never ever speaking with her brother again.
I knock on the door and my friend’s unusually jovial baritone invites me in.
He stands up from behind his desk with a million-watt smile that makes me feel like I stepped into an episode of ‘The X-Files’ and slaps me on my back.
“Sterling! We missed you yesterday. Lara really wanted to meet you. We have to get together before you leave for LA, mate. Want a drink?”
And he has turned into a regular chatterbox too.
Hmm.
I stare at him long and hard, until he laughs.
“What?” he asks.
I chuckle. “Nothing, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this relaxed and excited since we know each other. You keep smiling.”
He rolls his eyes. “It’s called happiness, Fitz: you should try it.”
I give him the finger.
He scoffs and adjusts his suit jacket. “Plus, it’s not like I was going around scaring children: you make me positively sound like an ogre.”
“Because you weren’t one?”
He shakes his head, glaring at me and I can’t help but smile. “Now, that’s an Aston-like face!”
He gives me the V and plunks down in the middle of the large, sectional leather sofa in the office’s sitting area, gesturing for me to do the same.
“Sod off, Sterling — he points to his own face — this handsome stare is what won me my lovely Lara according to her.”
“Must be a fearless little thing to love a glower like that,” I walk to the mini fridge and get a small Pellegrino water before sitting on the corner of the couch.
I see a smile tug at his lips, his dark eyes staring into the distance. “She is…”
I smirk, punching his shoulder. “You’re well and truly caught, Stony. I’m really happy for you.”
He nods, sighing as he steeples his hands across his chest. “Alright, enough with the chit-chat, I know that face, Ster. Tell me why exactly am I sitting here with you in my office in the middle of the bloody night no less when I should be enjoying my Lara’s charms instead. Is this about that girl you met? She has you twisted up in knots; you looked like you could jump up from your chair at any moment yesterday at lunch.”
I gulp down some water and start to peel the label off the bottle. “Yes, well. I have to tell you something and you’re not going to fancy it one bit.”
Aston opens his arms, relaxing back against the sofa. “Hit me.”
I laugh. “I’d rather think you might end up hitting me… literally when I’m done.”
My friend’s lips distend into a little half-smirk. “Now I’m intrigued.”
“Aston, it’s Cora.” I say calmly, looking straight in his eyes.
He leans forward. “Come again?”
“The girl… it’s Cora.”
For a minute my friend stares at me, not speaking, his eyes setting in a deep glare.
“No way, no bloody fucking way,” he says slowly.
I nod. “Bloody fucking way.”
Aston looks at me, mouth agape. “Cora? Mysterious, sexy elevator bombshell it’s Cora?”
I nod again, bracing myself.
Aston doesn’t make me wait too much and jumps up, starting to pace up and down the office. “Sterling for the love of God! Are you bloody insane?”
I stand up as well, throwing the bottle onto the floor and glaring at him. “What do you mean?”
He comes to stand in front of me and digs his index in my pec. “You really have to pull this shit with Chuck’s baby sister?”
I push him away. “Bugger off, Aston! I’m not pulling any shit here, I lo—”
He doesn’t let me finish and friend or not, concerned for Cora or not, he’s starting to piss me off now.
“Couldn’t you keep it in your pants for once? I swear you’re worse than The Pest when it comes to getting laid, Sterling. For fuck’s sake, she’s not a bloody plaything: she’s young and innocent and sweet…”
I go up in his face, widening my stance. “I know all of that! It’s not a fucking bloody game, man. She’s not some shag to pass the time. This is important to me so shut the fuck up and listen!”
For a little while we just stare at each other, breathing hard.
I feel like I could punch him for even thinking I could hurt my Cora in such a way and at the same time I respect him even more for wanting to protect her, but she doesn’t need protection from me.
She’s my woman now and if someone has to do the protecting around here, that’s me.
I take a step back and Aston does the same, unclenching his fists and letting them drop along his sides.
I cover my face with my hands and then comb my fingers through my hair, huffing in frustration. “If you’re taking it this way, I don’t know how am I going to get Charles to accept this.”
Aston shrugs, letting go of a deep breath. “Sorry man, she’s like a sister to me. You know that.”
“And you guys are both like brothers to me, you think I would do something like that to Charles? You think me so low I could fuck his own sister over just to get some action?”
He throws his hands in the air. “No… but then what is this? What are you doing?”
I take off my jacket and fling it toward the sofa. “What are you doing with Lara, Ast?”
“That’s not the same.”
“Is not? Why is it different? The way you tell it, you guys met, couldn’t keep your fucking hands off each other and you started feeling all this… stuff for her. Why can’t things be the same for me and Cora.”
Aston rolls his eyes. “She’s Chuck’s sister!”
“Well, I did not know that in that bloody elevator and by the time I found out, there was no pulling back from her. She’s it for me, I told you. I came here to ask for your help, because I cannot see fucking straight when it comes to her, but if you intend to stand in my way you can go fuck yourself, Ast. I bloody fucking mean it! I won’t give her up. Ever. I love Cora. I’ve never loved anything in my life like I love her and she is going to be the future Mrs. Fitzroy and —in breaking with my family long-standing tradition— also the only Mrs. Fitzroy attached to me.”
I try to calm down, but it’s not easy. My heart is hammering in my chest and my breath is ragged.
Aston sighs and I see his entire body language change and soften. “Okay, man… alright. Calm down. I’m sorry. Of course I’ll help you set things straight. I was just a bit shocked, is all.”