Stanton Series Box Set: Stanton Series (Box Set)

by T L Swan

  He rolls me onto my back and bites my neck. “Cock,” he whispers. Mmm, I get a rush of moisture to my core. “Tongue,” he kisses me slowly, his tongue demanding arousal, and again my blood heats. “Fingers and toes,” he smiles again into my neck.

  “Toes,” I giggle. He nods as he starts to slowly unbutton my top as his mouth follows his hands. First one nipple in his mouth and then the other. He grabs my other breast roughly in his hand and pulls my top open to his searing gaze.

  “I can’t get enough of your body.” He cracks his neck. From the lounge room his phone beeps a text. “Fuck off,” he whispers into my stomach at his phone. I smile up at the ceiling like an idiot and then it beeps again. He growls and keeps sucking on my breast, his hand sliding down my pyjama bottoms. “These are going in the fucking bin,” he smiles.

  “Ok. I will buy a onesie.”

  He lifts his head to look at me and frowns. “I forbid it,” he snaps and I giggle. His phone beeps again. “Just fuck off,” he whispers at his phone again into my stomach.

  “Baby, go and switch it off. It’s annoying me,” I whisper as I raise my hips to meet his hip roll, my eyes half closed with desire. He gets up and switches the side lamp on and I wince under the light. “Why are you turning that on?”

  “Because I want to watch you come,” he kisses me again chastely and saunters naked out of the room to get his phone. I lie on my back with my shirt open, smiling at the ceiling. I’m aching for him. I need to orgasm like… now, hurry the hell up. I’ve been aroused since Saturday when he was texting dirty to me. What’s he doing? I can hear him on the phone and I sit up to listen.

  “I don’t care… No, I just talked to her about that. Just tell Mother I am with Natasha and I won’t be home any time soon.” He goes silent as he listens. “I don’t give a flying fuck. She can like it or lump it. Cam, I mean it,” he listens again. “No, of course not.” Shit, he told his mother that he was with me. I jump out of bed and start to shake my hands, a bad habit when I’m stressed. “I have just spoken to Tash and we are going to try and make a go of it.” I jump up and down excitedly like a little kid, holy shit is this really happening? “Tell her what you want. I don’t care, see you tomorrow.”

  He hangs up and I dive back into bed so I can pretend I didn’t hear the conversation he has just had. My heart rate is thumping in my chest as excitement pulses through me. He is so getting laid tonight. My arousal just hit an all–time high. I lie on my back with my legs bent at my knees and the blankets pooled around my waist trying to calm my breathing and wipe the stupid smile off my face. He slowly walks into the bedroom and stands at the end of the bed, unashamedly naked. His dominant stance doesn’t go unnoticed. He’s taking no prisoners tonight and a rush of cream once again rushes to my core as I anticipate the pleasure he is about to bestow on me. With hooded eyes he takes his long length in his hand and gently starts to stroke himself while watching me, his jaw slackening with the contact. I sit up and watch as my legs involuntarily fall open onto the bed. He is just so fucking hot. He puts one of his feet up onto the bed and continues to stroke himself heavily as my arousal starts to pump in my ears.

  “Here’s the thing, precious,” he huskily whispers. “I don’t want to have I–missed–you sex tonight.”

  I frown. “You don’t,” I whisper, puzzled.

  “No,” he shakes his head as the strokes get stronger and the muscles in his shoulder flex at the contact. I would pay good money to watch him pull himself to orgasm. This is off–the – charts arousing.

  “I don’t want to have make–up sex tonight.” I swallow as my eyes flick to the visual in the mirror behind him to see this Adonis from the rear angle. His whole back is flexing as he jerks his hand with such velocity. My mouth goes dry.

  “I don’t want I–love–you sex tonight.”

  I frown and bite my lip. “I might, how does that go?” I whisper. He smiles as he continues the hard punishing strokes and I start to worry I am going to miss out on that beautiful cock.

  “You’ve already had it,” he smirks.

  Huh, which one? Damn. I missed it. “What do you want, baby?” I sit up onto my knees and pull him forward so I can lick off the pre–ejaculate that is oozing down his thick heavy length. He cups the back of my head gently. I take him into my mouth—he tastes good. He hisses and gently cups my cheek in his hand as he takes my top off and gently cups my breast. He strokes in and out of my mouth a few times. He pulls my hair back to pull himself out of my mouth. It releases with a pop, my suction is so deep. I look back up at him.

  “What do you want, baby? Your wish is my command.” He smiles a slow sexy smile at me.

  “I want to fuck.” His mouth drops open as he gently strokes the back of my head. “I want to fuck you until you’re raw.” I swallow, shit that sounds painful. A frisson of fear runs over me followed closely by a rush of cream. Why do I respond to fear like that?

  “Please me. Let me have my way with you.” Huh, hasn’t he been doing that for three weeks? What in the hell is he talking about?

  “Oh ok,” I nod nervously. My body wouldn’t let me get out of this bed even if I tried—my ovaries are screaming at me at a deafening pitch.

  “Pants off,” and in one fell swoop I am naked. “On your knees,” he snaps.

  “What… What do you mean?” Shit does he want anal sex? He’s too big; he will rip me in half. I hesitate and he must be able to sense my fear.

  “I won’t hurt you, precious girl, trust me.” He puts his hand gently on my lower back and I give him a shaky nod. “I mean on your knees in the middle of the bed and resting down on your elbows.” I move into position and he walks around behind me, still stroking himself. I can see him through my legs. “Legs wider apart.” His voice is husky with arousal. I wiggle my knees further apart. I am leaning on my elbows and knees naked. My legs are spread as wide as they go and he is behind me. He hisses again, ticks his jaw and cracks his neck as he continues to stroke himself while looking at my open weeping flesh.

  “You’re fucking perfect, do you know that?” I smile as I bite my lip. Thanks to a bit of bleach and wax I think to myself. He bends and I am expecting his tongue on my sex, what I am not expecting is his tongue on my rear entrance. Oh fuck.

  “Josh,” I tense and try to pull away.

  “Don’t move,” he snaps as he grabs my hips. He licks me again gently and all of the blood drains from my head. Dear god, I put my head into my pillow, he can’t do that to me. It’s not…right. He slowly runs his fingertips through my swollen dripping lips as he continues his oral assault on my back rosette. He slides one finger into my sex and slowly makes time with his tongue, fucking me slowly with his finger. He adds another finger, twisting his hand as he enters and my knees start to buckle.

  “Josh I can’t…I can’t do…I can’t hold my weight.”

  “Don’t come,” he whispers into me and the vibrations send me into a spiral and an orgasm I don’t think I can stop. “No!” he snaps and pulls his fingers out. I whimper at the loss. He waits for me to settle. He pushes three fingers into me as his tongue once again softens my rear, spreading saliva. God he’s good at this. He is definitely god’s gift to women, without a frigging doubt in my mind. I feel uncomfortable letting him do this to me, but I can’t stop him. It just feels too good. Then he’s up, leaning over me as he continues to fuck me with his fingers and he kisses me over my shoulder. A deep hungry tongue kiss. He bites my lip as I feel his thumb pressure my rear entrance. I hold my breath and my mouth is open as I feel the pressure he is putting on my opening.

  “Relax presh. Let me in,” he whispers. His breathing is heavy as he tries to control his arousal. I drop my head as I close my eyes and then he’s in. His thumb is pulsing into me in time with his fingers into my swollen sex. Oh dear god! I instantly start to groan as my hips drop by themselves towards the penetration.

  “That’s it,” he kisses my back. “It feels good, doesn’t it?” He bites my shoulder blade. I st
art to quiver and he stills his fingers. “Don’t come,” he whispers into my back as he tries to control his breathing. “I can’t wait to take you here,” he smiles into my back. “I’m aching for it.” I moan a sound that, if I hadn’t made it myself, I would swear came from a beached whale. I feel like I am having an out–of–body experience. This level of arousal is new to me. I pant in anticipation as I nod, unable to speak.

  “You’re going to fucking love it. Love my cock buried deep in your beautiful tight ass.” Holy shit if someone had told me I would actually like this, I would not have ever believed it. Not in a million years. This is unexpectedly intimate in a new raw kind of way. “But you’re not ready yet presh. I have to get you ready. And I’m not ready,” he whispers as he gently kisses my back again.

  My orgasm fog temporarily lifts. “Why aren’t you ready, Josh?” I know for certain he likes a bit of kink—why wouldn’t he be ready?

  “Because once I take you there, we are playing for keeps.” He pumps his fingers hard again and my eyes close and I moan.

  “Do it Josh. Take me now,” I whisper. “I want to be yours, I need to be yours.”

  “Not yet,” he smiles into my back and he picks up the pace and strength so the bed starts to rock. Holy shit, that’s it. I start to quiver and he whispers into my ear.

  “Come for me.” I convulse into the most violent orgasm I have ever experienced and I fall onto my stomach. He puts his hands under my hips and pulls me up. “Back on your knees,” he snaps. He slowly feeds his thick length into my swollen sex, pulling my hips back onto him. He holds my hips up as he slowly sinks into me. He groans. “You’re such a hot fuck,” he snaps as he slowly pulls out and then slams back into me. “You are so addictive,” he whispers as he repeatedly drives into me. Oh no…can’t be. I start to quiver again.

  “Josh, I can’t come again, I…I…it’s too much,” I whimper.

  “You can and you will,” he bites out in a husky voice. He reaches around and with precision swipes the tips of his four fingertips over my clitoris and I convulse into another earth–shattering orgasm. I scream into the mattress but before I can relax he’s pulled out and is around on his knees in front of me. What the fuck?

  “Open.” He whispers. I go to speak but, before I can, he has me by the hair, pulling my mouth onto his cock. Holy shit. I’m not sure about this but one look at the arousal level in his eyes has me begging to please him.

  “Suck,” he yells. I start to deep–throat his large engorged cock. I feel so out of control, so unlike me, but I’ve never felt so alive. He pulls back and rides my open mouth as he grips me by the hair.

  “Tash, you fuck me so good,” he whispers. “I’m going to blow so hard, baby.” On the sixth stroke he stills and jerks as he comes in a rush, flooding my mouth with his seed. It hits the back of my throat with such force that my gag reflex kicks in and I automatically retch.

  “Swallow,” he whispers as he pants while throwing his head back and gently rubs the back of my head. I nod as I swallow and follow the clean–up with gentle laps. He is gasping for air as he holds my shoulders for balance. Perspiration covers our bodies. My eyes meet his as I rise from my kneeling position and he smiles and falls back onto the bed with his eyes closed, pulling me with him. He kisses my forehead and pulls me into an embrace.

  “I fucking adore you,” he smiles.

  I smile as I sink into his embrace. “Josh.”

  “Mmm, baby,” he answers with his eyes closed.

  “You can add porn star to my resume. That was porn–star sex.”

  “Hmm,” he smiles with his eyes closed. “That was hot sex and it had my favourite ending.”

  I frown. “What do you mean?”

  “The happy ending.”

  “Doesn’t all sex have a happy ending?”

  He shakes his head. “Some endings are happier than others.”

  I giggle as I cuddle into him. “Josh I need a drink and a shower.”

  He kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll get the drinks; you run the shower.” I nod as I lean up onto my elbow.

  “Leave the soap on the floor,” he smirks.

  Chapter 18

  I roll over and hit a brick wall. My eyes shoot open at the unexpected lump in my bed. To my utter disbelief, I am lying next to a naked sleeping hunk of a man. I smile as the realisation that Joshua stayed sinks in. He’s out cold on his back with his arm under my head. My body is draped half over his, our legs entwined. I’m amazed when I stop and look at him how utterly gorgeous he is. His dark–chocolate hair, dark lashes and olive skin are a stark contrast against my white bed linen. His swollen red lips gently open and close as he breathes. I know I have said it before but I am totally punching above my weight here. He is just so… out of my league. My eyes drop to his tanned rippled torso. My name firmly branding his body—goose bumps scatter me every time I look at that tattoo. It means so much to me. The fact that he got that at a time when our love was so distant. And yet he still committed, without knowing if we had any kind of future together. I will forever be grateful that our limited time together previously meant as much to him as it did to me. For the first time in seven years I am proud that I didn’t give into desire and that I kept myself only for him. I haven’t told him that fact yet, I’m not sure if I ever will. At first I kept the secret so that he wouldn’t be worried about hurting me when we had sex. I didn’t want to be lacking or for him to have a preconceived idea that I was inexperienced in bed. But after last night I’m pretty sure he’s not being gentle anymore, actually I’m sure of it. The man’s a deviant and the thought brings a satisfied smile to my face. Our relationship is complicated. My darkest fear is that we are not going to make it. But I owe it to myself to try. I could never move on knowing I didn’t give it my best shot. I just wish we didn’t have so many things against us; it’s exhausting. I want to be with him when he wakes but nature is screaming at me and I need to go to the bathroom. I gently rise from bed and his arm feels around the bed for my body warmth. I smile as I rise from the bed and gingerly tiptoe to the bathroom. After the quickest wee in history I brush my teeth and sprint back to bed. He is still out cold. I lie and watch him for nearly an hour, my mind deep in thought. I don’t want him to fight with his mother over me. That’s the last thing I want. She’s trying to protect him and, in all honesty, if my son was embarking on a relationship like ours that was so passionate and volatile, I don’t know how I would react either. It’s obvious she thinks I am going to hurt him again. I wonder if he told her I never played up on him all those years ago. I doubt she would have given him the chance to elaborate. What about Brock? I wince as I remember that he is onto us. I wonder what happened last night between him and Joshua outside. Did they fight? Surely the bodyguards would have stopped it, wouldn’t they? That’s right, what’s with the bodyguard claiming to be mine? Seriously, that’s just way too much NCIS action, who in the hell would want to hurt me? Joshua has been watching too many movies. My eyes go back to the Adonis in my bed and I smile as I watch him. Am I the only woman deeply in love with him? Is Amelie in love with him? Is he in love with her? He told me last night that he is completely mine. Please let that be true. He hasn’t told me how he feels about me, apart from the adore thing but then adore isn’t love. We only have three more weeks together and we need to decide our future. I just wish we had more time to work this mess out. He gently starts to wake and I can’t help but smile—it’s like Christmas morning. He opens one eye and smiles a sleepy smile at me and pulls me into an embrace and kisses my forehead.

  “Good morning, beautiful,” he whispers in a husky voice.

  “Morning,” I lean in and kiss him softly on the lips. He smiles and keeps his eyes closed. I lie waiting for him to wake up but he’s still half asleep.

  “Why are you so tired, baby?” I whisper.

  “Hmm,” he smiles, still half asleep and absentmindedly starts to run his fingers through my hair. He smiles and kisses my forehead once more, still wit
h his eyes closed.

  “Why are you so tired?” I ask again.

  He smiles and huskily whispers. “This hot raving bitch I know keeps fighting with me about everything and I can’t sleep. I’ve hardly slept since Saturday.”

  I smile a sad smile. “Joshua, why didn’t you just come over here?”

  “Because I’m not putting up with your shit, that’s why.” He smiles, his eyes still closed.

  My heart skips a beat. Am I torturing this poor guy with my dramatics? “Do you want coffee?” I ask.

  He nods again with his eyes closed. “Yes please.”

  Fifteen minutes later I am seated at my breakfast bar when he saunters out in the hottest black underpants known to man and takes his coffee from the bench and sits on the breakfast stool. I take a sip, unsure how to broach this subject and totally distracted by his beauty. Underpants is a definite unfair advantage. I am painfully aware how easy our conversations turn into full–blown arguments.

  “Does your mother know where you are?” He puts his head down and nods. “Josh, I don’t want you fighting with her over me.”

  “Well I am. So, too late.”

  “Did you tell her?” he nods and I wince.

  “How did she take it?” He shrugs, obviously not wanting to continue this conversation.

  “Is Brock ok?”

  He smiles and nods. “Yes but he is seriously pissing me off.”

  “Me too,” I shrug. Silence falls and we both sip our coffee. I have never felt so unsure of what to say in my life. I’m walking on eggshells. This conversation is awkward. I feel like I’m interviewing an errant teenager. He sits down next to me but stays silent. I am not bringing up last night until he does. He bloody better bring up last night or he will be seeing that raving bitch again, sooner than he would like.

  “What are you doing today?” he says, smiling.

  “My office is closed for renovation. I have the rest of the week off. You?”