“Come back to me, Bri,” he rasps, his warm breath blowing against the skin of my exposed round breast when he pulls my tank and bra down in one swift move. The sound of my name on his lips has me moaning and arching into his touch, silently begging for him to put his mouth back on my body.
He grins mischievously but does exactly what I want. His tongue darts out to lick around my nipple, pulling it into his mouth so he can suck on it. When he releases it from his mouth with a slight pop and blows on my now erect nipple, my eyes roll back in my head and I squirm beneath him needing more.
“Please,” I beg, placing my hand on the top of his head and attempt to push him down to where I need him most, but he shakes off my hold. Gripping my wrists in his hands, he drags my arms up and secures them above my head with one of his hands.
“Stay very still,” he commands. “If you move, I stop, and we’ll go get your stuff from the hotel and you won’t come until late tonight or tomorrow.”
I want to defy him, to fight and demand that he make me come now, but the flash in his eyes tells me he means every word, so I settle back into the soft comforter and obey and pray that I don’t go off like a firework at the first touch down there. Stefan curls his fingers into the hem of my top and slides it up my body in a agonizing slow pace until the think material reaches my upper arms, helping to lock them in place. Then he gives me a look that says if I move a muscle there’ll be a price to pay. Then he slowly runs his hand down my side, causing goosebumps to rise across my skin. Until his hand slides to the front clasp of my bra. Using his thumb and index finger he unclasps my bra with expert ease. And the cups fall away, revealing my breast to his view.
4
Stefan
She was fucking perfection. All that smooth, creamy skin laid out for me to explore and do with as I pleased. And she still fucking smelled like me. It took every last ounce of self-control I had left to not pound into her as soon as I dropped her on the bed. I shouldn’t be doing this. I should be keeping what happens at the club separate from my personal life, but fuck if I didn’t crave her. It was a bone deep craving that I couldn’t ignore any longer. There could be a zombie apocalypse happening outside, the world could be experiencing a very real Day After Tomorrow, but nothing and I mean nothing could stop me from having what I’ve wanted for so long.
Brielle might be one of my Subs at the club, but here in my house, in my bed she was mine. Just mine. And I would kill any man or woman who even looked at her wrong.
After I divulge her of her jean skirt, I take my time exploring every inch of her body. At the club, we were Dom and Sub. There was always something missing from every encounter and it didn’t take me long to realize that it was this. It was knowing exactly where to lick or suck to get her to do that hum in her throat that gets me hard every time. It was knowing those little spots to touch that would have her fingers curling into the headboard above her as her back arched off the bed while she cursed. It was knowing that the look shining behind her dark brown eyes was more than just lust. And as I slide another finger into her wet heat, I knew that what was missing from the other encounters with my Subs was her.
I hadn’t realized it then, but Brielle was slowly winding her way around my heart, and when I saw her standing in the club for the first time six months ago, I suddenly knew that what I had been wanting all this time, was for her to come back. I had never dated seriously after her family moved out west. Instead, preferring to occupy my nights with random one-night stands – women or men – it didn’t matter as long as we both got our needs met and they understood there was no spending the night. Yeah, I was an asshole, but I didn’t care. They weren’t her.
Now that I had her under me, meeting each one of my thrusts with a tilt of her hips after I slide inside her, I wasn’t letting her go. I would follow her if she ran. I would hold her close each and every night if she stayed, and I would make sure that every single one of her dreams came true because, fucking hell, she deserved it.
Reaching down between us, I find her clit with my thumb. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, a thin sheen of sweat covers both our bodies, and her hands are turning white from the strong hold she has on the headboard. I lean down and nip at her earlobe.
“You’re so beautiful, Brielle.”
She moans, turning her head towards the sound of my voice. Her lips searching out mine. I lean down and give her what she’s looking for. She instantly opens for me and I groan as her taste and the smell of our sex surrounds me. I try keeping the kiss soft, but when she bites down on my bottom lip, the last of my control slips and I kiss her hard at the same time I speed up my thrusts.
Brielle wrenches her mouth away, tilting her head back and exposing her throat to me.
“Oh, God. Stefan!”
“Come for me, Brielle. Wrap those long legs around my waist.”
She complies and I bracket my forearms on either side of her head as I pump into her. Harder. Faster. I’m vaguely aware of her pulling the tank top the rest of the way off and flinging it on the floor beside the bed when her arms come down around me. Her nails dig into my back as her heels dig into my ass, forcing me closer. I should stop. I warned her that if she moved her arms, I would stop but fuck me I couldn’t. We were both too far gone.
“Fucking come, Brielle. Come now,” I grit out between clenched teeth, forcing my own release back to make sure she came first.
Her eyes roll back, her back arches off the bed and I feel the walls of her pussy clench around me as she comes. Seeing her like this, in this vulnerable state draws my own release out and I come with a roar. Filling her up just like I had at the club and marking her as mine.
It hadn’t escaped my notice that this was the second time in one day that I had come in her without protection, but she had said she was on the shot, and I trusted her. Even though there was a big part of me that couldn’t help but sulk at the thought. That part wanted to see her grow big with my baby, wanted to tie this woman to me for the rest of our lives. And as I pulled out of her and strode to the bathroom to get a washcloth to clean us up, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I made her mine in name too.
When I came back to the bedroom, Bri was already curled on her side and sound asleep, strawberry hair fanned out on the pillow behind her. Her little snores bringing a smile to my face. I didn’t have the heart to wake her so we could go get her stuff to bring back here, so I cleaned her up as best I could without disturbing her, threw the washcloth in the laundry basket in the closet and crawled in behind her. I wrapped an arm around her middle and dragged her towards me until her back hit my front. For the first time in six years I allow my body to relax and drift off into a restful sleep.
5
Brielle
Why was I so fucking hot? I mean, I knew my body temp usually skyrockets during the night, but this… this was like sleeping in a cremation furnace or whatever that thing’s called. I go to grab the covers so I can cool down but instead of grabbing a handful of cotton, my hand connects with another, bigger one. And that’s when the events of yesterday begin flooding back.
Stefan.
I groan and try to bury my face into the pillow when a very manly chuckle sounds behind me. Maybe if I lay very still and pretend to still be sleeping, he won’t try to spark up a conversation and we won’t have to have the awkward morning after talk. But when he begins tickling me – damn man always knew where my ticklish spots were – I can’t keep in the girlish giggle anymore and have to flip around to get him to stop.
My breath hitches at the lazy smile that greets me. This man looks nothing like the Stefan from the club last night. That Stefan was all hard edges and dark scowl. My Dom. This Stefan… this Stefan is dangerous because he’s playful and caring and gentle, and if I’m not careful this Stefan will own my heart before the day is over.
Who am I kidding? This man has owned my heart since I was sixteen. But it wasn’t a silly teenage crush anymore. I was seriously in danger of s
tarting a Pinterest board of our wedding and what names we would give our kids and how we would decorate the nursery, and… and… there was no and. This thing that was happening between us couldn’t grow from here. I mean, what would I tell Gemma? Sorry, Gem, I tripped and landed on your brother’s dick, but no worries though because I’ve been half way in love with him for years. Yeah, no.
Anyway, what the hell would a man like Stefan want with me anyway? I was a university drop out. Okay, not drop out in the sense that I withdrew from all my classes and will not be going back next year but drop out as in… more like the school forced me to take some time off. I was a failure and he was this bad ass Mafia guy. We didn’t mesh.
“Morning.”
His voice is rough as he leans forward and plants a kiss on my lips and I allow myself to melt into him just a little. There was no harm in pretending this thing had a chance, right? I’d start pulling back when Gem came home for the weekend then when she leaves, I’ll leave too. Not sure where to, but I’ll figure it out. I have to.
“Coffee?” He asks and I nod, preferring to just lay here and stare at him a little longer than answer. He laughs and I can’t image what I must look like to him right now. “You still take it with more cream than coffee?” he teases.
“Shut it,” I playfully slap his chest with the back of my hand. “I can’t help that I have a sweet tooth and prefer my morning java less on the bitter side.”
He rolls his eyes and sits up on the side of the bed. “You just haven’t had good coffee.”
“You can’t be telling me that you’ve suddenly become the world’s greatest barista while I’ve been gone?” I grin up at him, content to just lay in bed surrounded by sheets that smell like him.
“Baby, you haven’t lived until you’ve tried my coffee.” He leans over the bed and plants a soft kiss to my forehead before moving to grab a shirt from the dresser in the corner of the room. I’m almost sad to see the hard expanse of muscle disappear from view as the material falls into place above the gray sweatpants, but it just gives me more reason to strip him out of it later.
Stefan winks over his shoulder before pulling open the door and disappearing down the hall. I hear his bare feet pad down the stairs, moments later and then the opening and closing of cupboards. I should probably go down there and offer to help him with breakfast, but I want to soak in this feeling a little while longer. I just woke up beside Stefan Marino. Never in a million years did I believe this would ever happen. Sixteen-year-old me is losing her shit right now.
Twenty-two-year-old me is currently wondering how long it’ll take for us to get Stefan out of those sinful sweatpants. They really should be banned, made illegal, be burned... said no woman ever. Yeah, fuck that! They were God’s gift to us. Especially when men wore them without underwear.
I groan and have to wipe away the drool that managed to leak out the side of my mouth at the sight of Stefan standing in front of the dresser looking for a shirt while wearing nothing but those sweatpants. I mentally facepalm myself as I throw the comforter open and scramble out of bed.
What the fuck was I still doing up here when there was a deliciously sinful looking man downstairs cooking me breakfast.
I pause, my one arm halfway through the arm hole of one of Stefan’s shirts.
Hmm. Do I go downstairs and put the pancake syrup to use… and not just on the pancakes if you catch my drift. Or do I crawl back into bed and let him bring breakfast to me?
Fuck it. I’ll wait and have breakfast in bed tomorrow. Right now, I’m hungry for something else and I wasn’t waiting.
I find Stefan leaning back against the counter in front of the coffee maker. His head bent and nose in his phone. Whatever he’s looking at must be super interesting because he doesn’t hear me pad into the kitchen until I’m standing right in front of him.
When his head pops up, a slow smile splits his face, but I don’t give him a chance to say anything. I drop down to my knees in front of him curling my fingers in the waistband of his pants and pull them down until they’re pooling around his feet. His cock is already half hard and growing harder by the second.
I lick my lips and flick my gaze up to his. There’s a tick in his jaw and his hands are braced on either side of the counter behind him. My stare doesn’t waiver from his as my tongue darts out and licks a line up his shaft from his balls to the slit.
Stefan groans, his head dropping back between his shoulder blades. I curl my hand around the base of his cock and twirl my tongue around the underside of the head.
“Fuck me.”
I keep my eyes locked on his as I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck. Stefan hisses and a hand curls around the back of my head. He doesn’t try to fuck my mouth like I know he wants to or has in the past, but he just holds me to him. I take him deeper, trying to remind myself to keep my jaw relaxed and breathe through my nose so I don’t gag.
“Fucking shit. You’re so good at that!”
I pop up and down on his length and jack him off with my hand at the same time, sucking harder at the top. His hips start snapping forward and Stefan starts fucking my face like I knew he would. My hand drops away to allow him access. His hand tightens in my hair, making sure I can’t pull back. If I ever thought I was in control of this, I was so very mistaken. He’s controlling everything from how deep he fucks my mouth to how much air I manage to gulp in when he retreats and before his cock slides back between my lips. There isn’t a doubt in my mind, though, that if I were having trouble, I need only to tap him on this thigh and he would let go.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come!” His hips snap forward faster, his hand curling into a fist in my hair. “You going to swallow for me, Pet?”
I’m taken aback by the question for a second, but I eagerly nod my head yes while he continues to fuck my mouth. I’ve never tasted him before. All the other times, he pulled me off and proceeded to fuck me until we both came. Heat races up my body at the thought of being able to finally know what he tastes like. My pussy clenches and I have no doubt that if I were to reach down and run a finger through my slit, I’d be soaking wet for this man.
Seconds later, he jerks my head closer until my nose is buried in his trimmed hair and then spurt after spurt of hot cum shoots down my throat. I try to swallow as much as I can but some of it leaks out and dribbles down my chin.
Stefan withdraws, panting. His eyes shining with something I’d rather not acknowledge when he looks down at me and scoops up some of the cum running down my chin. He paints my lips with it and when I open for him, he thrusts those fingers inside my mouth so I can lick them clean.
“Such a good little pet,” he praises.
6
Brielle
Stefan and I spent the next several days pretty much the same way. He would wake up first and either bring coffee and breakfast upstairs so we could eat while we snuggled in bed, or I would attack him in the kitchen. The rest of our day was spent lounging in his living room watching his big ass TV or me kicking his ass at the latest Madden game. I did eventually break down and allow him to take me back to the hotel room I was renting so that we could gather up my stuff and I could check out. Despite wanting to keep some fraction of a distance between us emotionally, I couldn’t help but want to cocoon away in his house and have him all to myself.
That was suddenly dashed away when we heard his front door open and then shut early one morning.
“Stefan!”
We both freeze at the sound of Gemma’s voice floating up the stairs from the entranceway.
“I thought she wasn’t coming home til Friday evening?” I ask, frantically pulling up my jeans and trying to locate my bra and shirt.
“That’s what she said,” Stefan replies, pushing a leg through those damn gray sweatpants. Once he’s pulled on a muscle tank, he runs a hand over his head making the short strands stand up. My lips twitch into a small grin. He’s been letting it grow out the last week, whether consciously or not, and I kind of like it
. It makes him look not so put together. “I’ll go down and see what the story is. Try to distract her while you get dressed.” He leans down as if he’s about to kiss me, but the creak of the first step gives us both pause.
If Gem were to come up those stairs right now… I squeeze my eyes closed and try not to think about it as Stefan rushes out of the room, closing the door behind him. Anybody who comes up those stairs has a direct view into the master bedroom when they’re about half way up… if the door’s open, which it most definitely was. The last thing I need right now is my best friend finding out this way. Especially when I have no intention of telling her.
A sharp pain lances through my heart when I think about leaving after this weekend. Stefan and I had grown so close over the last few days. It was beginning to feel like… we were in a relationship or something. I snort. Jumping each other’s bones does not make a relationship.
I hurried to gather every single piece of clothing of mine I can find around the room and stuff it into my duffel bag. Taking a deep breath and hold it as I ease open the bedroom door and peak around to make sure Gem isn’t coming up the stairs. When I hear her laugh coming from the kitchen followed by Stefan’s deep chuckle, I slowly tip toe out of the room careful not to step on the floorboards that creak and race down the hall to the guest room.
I dump the bag on the still made up bed, then double check my appearance in the closet mirror to make sure I don’t look like someone who’s been here since Monday and just crawled out of her best friend’s older brother’s bed. Once I’m satisfied my outfit won’t give us away, I pop a gum in my mouth and take a deep breath before slowly making my way down the stairs.
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