by Bijou Hunter
Then Stella grabs her bouncy tits, gives her pale pink nipples a hard squeeze, and comes like her pussy is full of dynamite.
Her moans fill the room, and she calls out my name.
That’s all she wrote.
I’m finished. I couldn’t keep my balls in check even if there were a fucking gun to my head. I come harder than I have since I was eleven and first figured out masturbation. No girl ever managed to make my body lose control like I did back then.
No girl until Stella.
THE UNWANTED
I’ve always loved sex. Connecting with another person on a primal level was addictive. Even if the sex was lousy—and it always was—the intimacy gave me momentary relief from my loneliness. For a few minutes, I was part of something more than myself.
Then it ended, and the guy moved onto someone else. The relief never lasted, and the loneliness returned with a jolt. That painful aftertaste made sex less appealing.
Of course, Colt is different. Even if he tosses me out of the house when he’s finished, it’ll be worth the pain. He’s hypnotic, and I crave every glance he gives me. His touch has the power to make me forget I was ever lonely. When it ends, the pain will likely kill me. Yet I can’t play anything safe with Colt. The great parts so far outweigh my eventual suffering.
And just from a purely shallow point of view, the man is a damn sex machine. The very sight of him sends my girly spots into a tizzy. Then he touches me, and I’m done for.
I’ve never come with a man inside me before. I even started believing I wasn’t capable. As if my body were fundamentally broken in such a way that orgasms weren’t possible when a dick was in my vicinity. Turns out, I come just fine when it’s the right dick. Colt’s beast turns me to mush.
Oh, and I’ll never forget the sight of him coming. Long after he’s found someone better, I’ll think of tonight and know I was part of something amazing.
Worth every heartache, Colt creates memories that are far better than the reality with another guy. So I open myself to him like I can’t do with anyone else—not even Rae. I often feel like I must reassure her that I’m strong and she can depend on me despite my history of bad decisions.
With Colt, though, I forget to worry about how I look or what I’m saying. Words tumble out of my mouth. I smile effortlessly, no thought to the gap between my teeth. I think I even snort when he drops on the bed next to me and claims I broke his dick. He’s unlocked a shamelessness in me. I’m free now—temporarily and only with him at my side—but still free.
I don’t think he’s been out of my body for a full minute before I crawl over him and suck the head of his dick into my mouth. I ache to taste the pleasure only he’s ever given me.
“Fucking hell,” he moans as my lips wrap around his manhood. “Stella, just settle yourself.”
Popping his dick free from my mouth, I murmur, “I’m plenty settled. Am I doing something wrong?”
“I don’t think you could do wrong even if you tried, but I want you in my arms rather than sucking on my dick.”
I stroke him a bit more, enjoying the feel of his hot flesh as much as the salty flavor on my tongue. Colt watches me with his smoky brown eyes, and I forget to breathe. He wants me in his arms, so I snuggle into his arms. I forget what I want when I’m under his spell.
My head relaxes against his chest, right over the Grim Reaper tattoo. His arm wraps around the back of me, and his hand skims my spine down to the sweaty curve just above my butt.
“That happened too fast, but I couldn’t help myself,” he says as my fingers dance around the line of hair between his belly button and pubic bone.
“How do you mean?”
“You’re irresistible is what I mean.”
“No, I mean about the too fast.”
“I had a whole lot of big plans in mind for how things would play out, but then you had to go and be fucking gorgeous in my shirt. Then you licked my nipple. Hell, I barely know what happened after that. I’m only certain it felt great.”
“I’ve never come before,” I blurt out.
Taking my hand, Colt kisses each finger. “First, that’s a damn shame to know no man could do right by you. Second, I’m glad I’m the only one who made you scream.”
“I didn’t scream.”
“You got pretty loud.”
“No denying that.”
His lips caress my forehead. “Those men couldn't get you off because they didn’t see you the way I do. They were blind, and that made them fail you. When it comes to you, Miss Shields, I’ve got twenty-twenty vision.”
“I didn’t realize you knew my last name.”
“I know everything.”
“Really?” I ask, smiling like a fool.
“No, but wouldn’t it be fucking awesome if I did?”
Nodding, I kiss his chest. “What’s your middle name?”
“Kirk, after my pop-pop.”
“I like that name. It’s not as tough as Colt, but it’s got grit.”
“Oh, fuck yeah, it does. What’s your middle name?”
“Sarah.”
Colt studies my face and slowly shakes his head. “You’re fibbing on me, girl.”
“My real name is dumb. My mom picked it to piss off her hyper-religious parents.”
Grinning, Colt gives my right nipple a gentle squeeze. “You can’t tease me and then not tell me.”
My body wiggles from the delicious pressure of his fingers around my now hard nipple. I think I’d tell him anything, lay my soul bare, just to feel this good for a bit longer.
“Santana.”
Colt doesn’t want to laugh. I can see the guilt in his eyes, but he can’t help himself. I don’t blame him. It’s a silly attempt on my mother’s part to punish her parents. Then again, maybe her ploy worked. I don’t know those people or what matters to them. For the first time in as long as I can remember, I genuinely don’t care about them. Or the cunt who gave me life.
Thanks to Colt, I find momentary freedom from longing for what I’ll never have.
THE HEIR
Stella is a hellcat in the sack. I don’t blame her. Years of guys leaving her unsatisfied is bound to make a girl addicted to great fucking with a stallion like myself.
Her tits bounce rhythmically as she rides my cock through one orgasm after another. She’s a skinny girl with narrow hips, but small plump breasts with pretty pink nipples that I can imagine a lifetime sucking.
That’s how I view Stella. She’s more than today or this year. I can’t say how I know. I just do in my heart. It wouldn’t matter if she were the worst lay in my life. I’d teach her to fuck better because my dick can handle disappointment in a way my heart refuses to.
“Colt,” she says again and again as her hips work faster.
I reach up with both hands to hold her bouncing mounds of pale flesh. Stella’s skin is tanned everywhere except where her bikini covers at the pool. I imagine her swimming at my parents’ place, goofing around with my family, and I swear I could fucking cry at how happy the thought makes me. This is THE woman for me. My woman.
I squeeze her pink nubs between my fingers and enjoy the rush of heat around my cock. Stella grips my wrists as she cries out from another orgasm. Drenching my balls with hot juices, her pussy clenches wildly until I’m coming too.
I thrust upward, deeper inside her, filling her pussy entirely and making Stella cry out in a way that I decide is our secret fuck language. Yeah, I’ve made her come so hard she’s speaking in tongues. Not that I can string together a complete sentence either.
We’ve fucked ourselves stupid.
“How?” she mumbles as her pussy demands every drop of cum from me.
“I don’t know.”
We’re just babbling now. She says something is good, and I reply with the word “uh-huh” six times. Yeah, we’re literally brain dead from an hour of incredible sex. I don’t know how I’ll function once we live together and fuck every day. It’s possible I’ll need a translator to h
elp me communicate with other people.
“Never,” she sighs, resting on top of me with my dick still trapped in her hungry pussy.
“Never what?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
We laugh because we’re thoroughly fucked idiots basking in our primal afterglow. If the house started burning down around us, I’d just run buck naked outside wearing her on my dick and a smile on my face.
“Your stomach,” she says, lifting herself up and giving my gut a frown. “You sound starved.”
“I need thousands of calories a day to keep this hot rod running, and Lily barely fed me at her house.”
“Oh, my, how you’ve suffered,” she murmurs before freeing my dick from her tight pussy. Once she’s detached, Stella rests on my side and smiles at me. “I only know how to make a few things, but I’d cook for you if we had stuff at the house.”
“Beer, chips, and microwavable pizza is all I keep here.”
“I can’t make anything with that. Well, maybe pizza and chips with beer to drink, but there wouldn’t be much cooking involved.”
“We could order something. A local dude delivers out here and will pick up anything. BBQ, Chinese, tacos, burgers, whatever you want.”
“I honestly don’t care.”
“I honestly don’t believe you.”
Stella’s lips curl into a smile. “Eating restaurant food is a rarity for me. Everything you mentioned sounds fantastic. I’m not saying that to be agreeable because you fucked me so well. I’m honestly being honest.”
“I honestly believe you.”
My hand settles on her pale bare ass and would like very much to remain there for the rest of the day. Unfortunately, my stomach roars at me, and I’m forced to get up and find my pants.
Stella drapes herself in my oversized T-shirt and nearly derails our plans for dinner. Shaking free of my horny stupor, I take her hand and walk down the narrow stairs to the kitchen where I look over the menus from a few local places.
“Your friend fixed our car,” Stella says, having checked her phone. “We won’t need to wait for the bus.”
Her expression makes me feel like a fucking king. Recharged, I think we should snuggle naked upstairs until the end of time. Screw responsibilities. How can they compare to Stella spread out on a bed?
“Do you have any problems with Mexican food?” I ask, scratching at my bare stomach. “Wait, farting is probably not so romantic.”
“Everyone farts. Even my stuck-up cunt relatives.”
“You need to stop,” I warn her. “You keep saying sexy shit like that I’m going to need to fuck you. Then I’ll starve to death, and that just seems like a shitty end to our day.”
Stella’s gaze feasts on my bare skin, and my once-tired dick springs back to life.
“How long do you think it’ll take before your guy delivers the food?”
“Can you be quick?” I ask, and Stella lifts the shirt to remind me how she isn’t wearing panties. “I can’t remember what I was going to order.”
“Fart-triggering tacos.”
Whoa, it’s always been my dream to find a woman capable of understanding that I’m a big guy whose farts are capable of killing small animals. I used to tell my sister that I could stink up the garage and kill any mice hiding inside. MJ didn’t believe me at first, but then I ate a burrito, and she learned to bow to the power of my butt burps.
After I rush to order dinner, I chase a giggling Stella into the living room where she strips down and reminds me of how much I’m turned on by her tan lines. I don’t know if my jeans come off in one piece or if I tear them off Hulk-style, but I’m quickly naked too.
Her lips know mine now. No hesitation. Not an ounce of fear. Stella understands where we stand and how she owns my heart. I suspect she’ll forget when she returns to her life and thinks she’s the person her mother rejected rather than the woman I’ve embraced.
My mom often says “time heals all wounds.” That sure was true for her with Pop’s help, and I’ll do the same for Stella. Every day of the rest of our lives will be a joy to prove she isn’t the abandoned daughter of a cunt, but the love of a man who sees what others can’t.
THE UNWANTED
A good pain keeps the rain away is what my foster mom used to say after she’d whip one of us for misbehaving. After I mentioned those words to the Child Services woman, I learned we weren’t supposed to experience a “good pain” at the hands of our caretaker. I got a new home—the best one I’d ever enjoyed—and forgot about the saying.
Colt gives me a good pain.
I relish the aching sensation between my legs when we sit on the couch, eating and talking about action movies. Not all pain is bad. Sometimes, it acts as a reminder of a beautiful moment. Or the intense pleasure experienced on this couch in a weird little house with a large, sexy man. Yes, it’s a very good pain.
“‘Die Hard’ is far superior to ‘Lethal Weapon,’” Colt says, challenging my assessment.
I’ll back down on a lot of things but never on the issue of action flicks. “The relationship between Briggs and Murtaugh is far superior to the one between McClane and the guy on the radio.”
“Hey, that guy has a name. Sergeant Al Powell. He killed a kid.”
Giggling at his response, I nod. “I will admit the bad guy in ‘Die Hard’ is slightly superior to the ones in ‘Lethal Weapon.’”
“No way do Joshua and the other guy beat Hans Fucking Gruber.”
“On coolness? No, but I suspect in a fight that 1980s Busey beats Rickman.”
“It’s true that crazy always beats sane in hand-to-hand combat.”
“Which is why Riggs would beat McClane.”
“Sacrilege,” he gasps.
I lovingly take his hand. “You’re an incredible man, but you will never change my mind on this topic. I’ve seen both movies dozens of times since they play on regular TV. Once, I watched ‘Lethal Weapon’ three times in the same day. I know my shit on this, and no amount of gasping will sway me.”
“Even if I throw my dick into the mix?”
“Especially if you throw your dick into the mix,” I cry. “Why else would you need to whip out your mightiest weapon?”
Colt smirks at my answer, enjoying when I talk about his dick. I would feel the same way if I owned such a splendid penis. Of course, I don’t admit this to him. I want to avoid his giant ego exploding from my constant compliments.
“I wish we could watch both movies tonight,” he says and sighs. “This place doesn’t seem like it has such bad vibes now that you’ve run around naked in it.”
“Do you like living with your parents?”
“Yeah. Mom is a good cook. My sister MJ cooks too, but she isn’t as good. She adds way too many vegetables, and she keeps trying to act as if soup is a decent dinner. I mean, yeah, it would be if I were fucking seventy,” he says, sighing dramatically. “Anyway, I like living at the house. Right now, though, I wish I had a place of my own so you could move in, and Rae and Kori could live in the spare room, and I wouldn’t have to hustle to find you somewhere better.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Colt. I’m happy spending time with you. I’m not looking for you to fix my life.”
“Your life is now intertwined in mine. I hope you see that.”
Wiping my mouth, I struggle between gentle honesty and being blunt. I don’t know what he wants.
“What’s that look mean?” he asks.
I shake my head and wipe my mouth again. The words in my head—how can you believe in us when you barely know me and what you know sucks—sound all wrong. He explained his “key theory,” and I should respect it, but he’s too amazing to be stuck with someone like me.
Unable to be brutally honest, I go for the subtler route. “I’m not used to someone caring so much about me.”
“Well, get used to it because I’m not going anywhere.”
His words are music, making my hear
t dance. In the back of my mind, I know it’s all too fast, and Colt will get bored of me. Everyone always does. Until then, I refuse to do anything that’ll ruin this miracle I’ve stumbled into.
“I haven’t thanked you for getting our money back.”
His expression shifts immediately and his voice hardens. “Wait, how did you get your money back?”
Colt’s reaction makes me wish I’d kept my mouth shut. Now that I’ve opened it, there’s no retreating.
“Rod dropped it off earlier today.”
“Stop, you mean that fucker came to the motel?” he growls in a tone more suited to a rabid dog. Startled by his anger, I only nod. Colt reaches for my hand. His gentle touch is in stark contrast to the intense look on his face. “What did he say?”
“He gave us back the money.”
“But what did he say?”
“I don’t remember exactly,” I lie, wrapping my fingers around his. “He was beaten up, and he gave us back the money.”
“Why didn’t you say something earlier?” Unable to answer, I shrug and try to pull my hand away, but he won’t let me go. “You get how I’m not mad at you, right?”
Shaking my head, I still think his anger should be related to me.
“That guy is scum. He might be in my club, and I might have known him all my life, but he’s shit on the bottom of my fucking shoe, and I don’t want him around you, Rae, or Kori.”
His inclusion of my friend and her daughter—people who don’t benefit him—reminds me why I’ve fallen so hard for Colt. Even if he weren’t gorgeous, wealthy, and fun, he’s still a guy with a great heart. The other stuff might fade over time, but he’ll remain the biggest-hearted person I’ve ever met.
“I didn’t want to talk about Rod. My entire life has been about selfish people like him. When you showed up at my work today just like you promised, I only saw you, and I forgot about him. That’s why I didn’t mention it earlier,” I explain and sigh. “I wish I hadn’t said anything at all because he’s ruining our good mood.”