Craving Stassi (Fantasies Unmasked Book 2)

by Erica Lynn

  “I’m getting there…” Lacey raised her hand and quickly shielded herself as Gigi smacked her on the shoulder. “What? Your lecturing always drives me to madness.”

  “You shush. You know he’s good for her.”

  “He is, I agree.” Lacey nodded and chewed her bottom lip as she watched Stassi. “You know he paid for all the food today, right?”

  Stassi’s breath caught in her chest. “What?”

  “Yes. He paid for all the food, even some for your mother to have this week so she wouldn’t have to worry about cooking.”

  “But…” Stassi played with a napkin on the table, tearing it into tiny pieces. “Why would he do that?”

  “Isn’t it obvious?” Gigi asked. “He loves you.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Alec hated chick flicks, and for the life of him, couldn’t understand why they were so damn popular. They all toted themselves as the “Best Romantic Comedy Since Such and Such Year,” but they were all the same. Boy meets girl. Boy gets girl. Boy loses girl. Then, nine times out of ten, in a ridiculously overdramatic moment of cinematic redundancy, boy gets girl back. The witnesses of such events always cried, or stood up and clapped as the hero and the heroine embraced, their love having conquered all this shitty life had dared to throw at them.

  Right now, however, Alec changed his mind. Because if this were his movie, the world would have stopped turning the moment he stood from the couch, grabbed his keys, and made his way to Stassi’s apartment. He would have stalked up her walkway, determined to make her see, every fiber in his being knowing this was not how their story ended. No. Fucking. Way.

  The door would have opened at super slow speed. Some cliché music would have suddenly been heard as Stassi appeared, and the lighting would have made her face look like that of an angel. And it would have been fucking perfect, because when Stassi did, in fact, open the door…his world shifted back into place.

  No words were spoken as she stood on her small porch, her eyes seeming to take him in. Her face no longer wore the guarded expression it usually did, one so subtle most people weren’t aware it was there. She ran her bare foot up the opposite calf, then sighed as she finally stepped back and pulled the door all the way open, inviting him in. He walked inside, closed the door behind him without bothering to look back, and then picked her up in his arms. She was warm and soft, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as she buried her face in the crook of his neck, covering his skin with small kisses as he moved them to the bedroom.

  Alec fell on top of her on the bedspread, holding himself up on his elbows to make sure he didn’t crush her. Her body beneath his felt perfect. The way she smelled. The way she moved. The way they fit.

  She curled her fingers around the hem of her dress, then inch by agonizing inch revealed more flesh as she wiggled it up and over her head, and finally let it fall to the floor. Her blue eyes burned into his as her delicate fingers unclipped the front of her bra, shimmying her arms out of the straps until it landed beside her dress.

  Alec pushed himself to his knees and knelt over her, his eyes taking in her beautiful body. “You’re…” He choked on the words, but knew he had to get them out. “You’re perfect.”

  A few tears slid from her eyes, but, for once, she didn’t bother to wipe them away. “You don’t have to say that. I know I’m not.”

  His fingers trailed up her taught stomach and over the peaks of her breasts. He leaned forward and cupped the back of her neck with one hand while the other delivered long, light strokes to her arm and waist. “Yes, you are. You’re perfect to me.” He leaned down and touched his mouth to hers, then ran his tongue along the seam of her lips, a silent plea for her to let him in. To allow him to be the man she deserved. The man he was meant to be. “Please, let me in.” And finally…she did.

  She kissed him with an urgency he hadn’t experienced with her before. He felt as if, in that single kiss, she was telling him how much she needed him, and this time he wouldn’t let her down. If it fucking killed him, he’d never disappoint her again.

  He pulled away just long enough to quickly dispose of his clothes, then returned to his position over her. He knelt on his knees between her legs and ran his hands up her calves and over the smooth curves of her thighs and hips. He placed his mouth over her panty clad pussy, inhaled the decadent scent of her arousal, and licked her through the cloth.

  “Alec—” His name left her mouth in a breathy exhale as he used his fingers to massage her swollen sex, his erection growing heavier as the material became hot and damp from both his tongue and her excitement. She writhed underneath him and lifted her hips higher.

  “Be patient, Blondie.” He eased his tongue under the edge of her panties and let it slide in long, torturous strokes over her smooth mound. He smiled against her as he watched her fingers grip the covers, release them, then tighten around them again.

  He hooked his thumbs into the sides of her panties and shimmied them down her thighs. She lifted her leg so he could take them off one foot, then the other, and finally she was gloriously naked.

  He heart pounded heavily in his chest as he wrapped his hands around her soft thighs and positioned his mouth just above her sex. With small, calculated flicks, he dipped his tongue into her wet flesh.

  Stassi ran her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, and he gladly swirled his tongue around her sensitive bundle of nerves, sucked it into his mouth, and then released it with a loud pop.

  He watched her in awe as if he’d never seen a woman before. And he hadn’t. At least none like her. The way her back arched off the bed, the silhouette of her breasts, how her body shook as she moaned and ground herself against his mouth. She was perfect. This, they, were perfect.

  “Now, Alec. Please.”

  “Please what? Tell me what you need. I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

  Stassi pulled him up her body until his face hovered over hers. “Make love to me.” She reached between them and wrapped her slender fingers around his pulsing cock, then placed it at her hot entrance.

  “Are you sure?”

  Stassi only nodded in reply, then pulled him in for another kiss as he finally, dear god finally, slid his bare cock inside her.

  “I’ve been waiting for this moment,” he groaned as he thrust in and out of her. Her pussy was hot and wet and perfect, and it tightened around his throbbing erection with each move she made. “To be inside you. Bare. Raw. To feel your pussy slide over my cock. Not to have to fuck you while others watched. To be able to make love to you. To make you feel as good as I feel. Fuck, Stassi, it’s perfect. It’s better than perfect.” He brought his arm underneath one of her legs and lifted it over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper.

  Stassi’s moans echoed his as she wrapped her fingers around her headboard, bracing herself against the impact of his thrusts. “I love you, Alec.”

  Alec slowed for a moment, his heart trying to process what she’d said. Trying like hell to accept it. He’d been waiting to hear those words from her and now that they were said, he had to struggle to accept them. He pulled her into his arms and brought her with him as he turned and laid on his back, her on top of him.

  Stassi eased down his cock, inch by inch, until he was all the way inside her again. Her mouth opened in an O, and a sound like a gasp mixed with a sigh escaped her perfect lips.

  He ran his hand up her stomach and chest, and placed his palm on her cheek. “Tell me again. I want to watch you when you say it.”

  She turned her head to the side and captured his thumb in her mouth. She closed her eyes for just a moment as she swirled her tongue around his digit and moaned as she sucked, the sensation like electricity shooting straight into his balls. “I love you.” She whispered as she placed her hands on her breasts and pinched her nipples. She began to ride him, her breasts bouncing each time she bucked her hips, her long blonde hair falling over her naked shoulders. “I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

  Alec pushed himself i
nto a sitting position and, still inside her, pulled her closer. “Don’t be. You have nothing to apologize for.” He cupped the sides of her face and kissed her with everything he had. Everything he’d ever wanted to tell her, but couldn’t. Not because he didn’t to, but simply because he didn’t know how. “I love you, too. You know I do.” He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and brought them behind his neck, then palmed her breasts and rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. “Now come for me.”

  Stassi threw her head back and ground harder and faster against him.

  He could feel himself coming undone. He knew he’d finish soon, and he wanted her to be right there with him. He gritted his teeth as his balls grew tight from the need for release. He squeezed her breasts harder, like he knew she liked, and rolled her nipples again.

  Stassi faced him and crushed her mouth to his. “Alec…I…I’m—”

  The room filled with the sounds of their bodies slapping against each other, and their groans as their orgasms crashed over them. He bit into her shoulder as he rode out every ounce of sensation, every single taste of pleasure they could draw out of each other.

  When their movements finally ceased, their lips still crushed together in a searing kiss, he heard her low chuckle. “What’s so funny, Blondie?”

  Stassi ran her fingers over his brow and down his jaw, her eyes searching his. “Remember when I said you kissed me like something, but I wouldn’t finish my thought?”

  “Yeah.”

  Stassi tightened her arms around his neck and brushed her nose against his, then whispered, “You kiss me like you love me.”

  Epilogue

  Two Months Later

  “Sure you’re okay not being up there?”

  Stassi smiled against Alec’s neck, all the while moving his hands under her dress to squeeze her backside. “Mmm. As long as you keep grabbing my ass like that I’ll be perfectly fine right here.”

  Alec chuckled into her hair as she turned and watched the couple in front of her. It was the first night they’d been to one of the parties in a while, but he knew she loved them. The red hot look on her face as she watched. “I have a surprise for you,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Ooh. I do love surprises.”

  “Do you? Perfect. But you have to come with me to one of the back rooms.”

  “The back room? So scandalous.”

  “I know.”

  Stassi’s face lit up as she stood, switching her champagne to the other hand so she could pull him up with her.

  He wrapped his arm around her waist and tucked her into his side as they made their way down the hall. He inhaled her perfume as they walked, so soft and sexy. He loved the way she smelled. The way she felt. The way she loved. All of it.

  Stassi smirked and raised an eyebrow as he took a small key out of his pocket. “Aren’t these supposed to stay unlocked?”

  “Come on, Blondie, you know we’re VIP.”

  “I can’t believe you actually said that.”

  “I know. Not my finest moment. Now get your sexy ass in there.” Alec held open the door as she waltzed through, her slinky black dress hugging the curves of her hips each time she moved. He closed the door behind him, then went to the nightstand and took out a small gift box with a simple white bow from the drawer. He turned and placed it on the bed, his pulse quickening with thoughts of what was to come.

  “For me?” Stassi asked, a coy little drawl in her words.

  Alec simply nodded toward the present, his eyes never leaving hers.

  She held out her champagne for him to take, then closed the distance between herself and the bed, her shiny black high heels clicking on the hardwood floor as she walked. She picked up the box, turned it around a few times, then gave it a shake.

  “Glad it’s not breakable.”

  Stassi laughed and delicately slipped her fingers under the bow, then tossed it to the side. Her eyes burned into his as she took off the lip, then peeked inside. “My, my, my…Alec Taylor…what do you have in mind with this?” She pulled out the silver blindfold and twirled it around her fingers.

  Alec placed her champagne on the dresser, then shrugged out of his dress jacket and laid it over the chair. “Tonight, Blondie, is about you and your fantasy.”

  “Oh, yeah? I don’t remember telling you I had any specific fantasies.”

  “You didn’t.” Alec unbuttoned his shirt and placed it by his jacket, then slowly made his way to Stassi. “Not verbally, anyway.”

  Stassi’s chest rose and fell with slow, deep breaths.

  He placed his hand on her throat, and her quickening heartbeat beneath his fingertips told him he’d been right. “I think you enjoy being in control. It was a rule of yours that first night, but I think you dream about letting it all go.”

  Stassi rubbed the material back and forth between her fingers, the skin on her cheeks turning pink as she did so.

  Alec slipped her mask off her eyes and let it fall to the ground. He took the blindfold from her fingers, kissed her eyelids, and then secured the material over them. “Let go. Let me take care of you.”

  Stassi didn’t respond. Didn’t react. Simply stood still, her mouth slightly parted, eyebrows furrowed.

  “If you don’t want to do this, we won’t.”

  She nodded, her face relaxing a little.

  Alec’s hand traveled up her neck until he cupped her chin, then lifted her face so her eyes met his. “Is this something you want?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. Lie down.”

  She nodded again, then took a few steps backward until the back of her legs touched the mattress. She sank down into the comforter and positioned herself in the middle of the bed.

  “Okay, Blondie. This, right now, isn’t about me. I won’t be getting off in here.” He picked up the champagne from the dresser, then joined her on the bed. “This is about you, always wanting to be in control. Always needing to run things. It’s who you are, and it’s adorable as hell. It’s one of the many reasons I love you.” And he did love her. With every bone in his body. He knew without a doubt he’d spend the rest of his life with this woman.

  Stassi let out a nervous chuckle, then went silent again.

  He took a drink of champagne, making sure to let some of the cool liquid coat his lips. He straddled her, and thank the lord above he still wore his pants, otherwise he wouldn’t have been able to stop himself from sinking inside her.

  He leaned forward, ran his nose up the soft skin of her neck, and then brushed his mouth over hers.

  Stassi let out a soft moan, then flicked her tongue out to catch each and every drop of champagne from his lips.

  He caught her tongue in his teeth, then sucked it into his mouth.

  She gasped as his tongue worked hers, the taste and feel of him exquisite. With the blindfold taking away her site, her body was on high alert. More sensitive than ever before. And as he pulled down the tops of her dress and the cool air touched her skin, her nipples puckered and ached in response.

  She dug her fingers into the comforter as Alec’s mouth trailed a hot path down her throat, between her breasts, and down her stomach.

  Cool air once again greeted her over sensitized skin as he lifted her dress past her hips and up to her waist. She could only imagine how she looked to him. Laid out before him. Blindfolded. Her clothes scrunched up with everything on display.

  “Oh!” she gasped as a drop of cold liquid landed just below her belly button. Then another a few inches down. She shivered as the champagne made a path from her across her stomach to just above her sex.

  She fought the urge to rip the blindfold off and take the lead. To curl her fingers in his hair and push him south until he satisfied her with his mouth. But she held still, because she had wanted this. To not have to control every aspect of her life. To lie back and enjoy someone pleasing her without wondering what her next move should be. To accept the pleasure for what it was.

  Alec’s hot tongue disrupted her
thoughts. He dragged it across her skin, lapping up the drop by her belly button, and then he was gone.

  She let out breathy gasps as his tongue came into contact with her again, licking and sucking each drop off her body until he came to the last one.

  “Don’t move, Blondie.”

  His hot breath on her sensitive folds had her shivering almost uncontrollably.

  “I mean it. I’d hate for this one to fall.”

  “Oh, Alec…” Her breathing became labored as he ran his fingers up and down her slick folds. Her clit pulsed in achy, delicious waves, and she needed him to fix it.

  “Do you want me to take care of you?”

  “Yes, please.” She waited, desperately trying to anticipate his next move. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t hear him… “Alec, please—” She broke off in a wild moan of ecstasy as his tongue found the drop, then continued down until he’d licked her entire pussy.

  He grabbed her thighs and spread her open wider, to which she happily obliged.

  She knew her orgasm would come soon; it’d been building since he’d slipped the blindfold over her eyes. When she’d lost her control, each and every nerve she had was turned on high. She found her nipples with her fingers and began to pinch them as he went down on her.

  His tongue lapped at her clit, alternating between gentle licks and long, deep sucks.

  She lifted her hips, grinding herself against him, racing toward her climax, and when he finally slipped two fingers inside and rubbed them against her most sensitive spot, she came undone. Her back arched off the bed as she squeezed her nipples harder, intensifying her orgasm, riding out the pleasure he’d given her.

  He growled into her wet flesh as he spread her wider with his fingers, then ran his tongue along every crevice. “I could eat your pussy for the rest of my fucking life. I hope you know that.”