by Rowena
She glances down at it then starts struggling against me.
“Oh! You want to play that game, do you?” I ask with a grin.
“Please…” she says weakly.
“Please, what? Finish where we left off earlier? I’m happy to oblige, goddess.”
My hands start making their way up her smooth thighs and my cock throbs more in anticipation.
So close…
“I see someone’s had a change of clothing,” I say thickly, desire almost in complete control now. “And here you are with a skirt again. Then again, the way you operate, easy access is always needed, am I right?”
My hand reaches her new set of panties and with one rip, they’re off and in tatters.
She shoots me a dirty look and I respond with an even wider smile.
“You’re in luck, goddess—we’re at a shopping center. You can pick up a new pair.”
“Derek…”
Derek? How does she know my name? I don’t think I ever introduced myself to her.
I can’t press her about that, though—the pressing need in my cock is greater.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready for me,” I say as I graze her clit with a finger, making her shiver.
Christ, she’s slick, and I just know she’s warm and ready for me, but I want to draw this out a bit, despite the demands of my throbbing cock.
I want to savor what’s possibly my only chance to be with her before she marries her sugar daddy.
She leans her head back, letting out mind-scrambling feminine sounds as I tease her cunt, sliding the pad of my thumb over her wet folds and making her jump.
“Goddess, does he make you come?”
I really want to know, despite the thought of her being with him making me see red.
“When’s the wedding?” I ask as I slip a finger inside her.
I start sliding it in and out of her while continuing to play with the petals of her pussy.
I’m slowly losing what’s left of my control, and I hope she’s ready to get fucked hard.
I’ll just lift her up, keeping her back up against the wall, then wrap her shapely legs around me and plunge into her soaked cunt.
“Do you love him?” I ask, moving the finger inside her faster.
“No,” she can barely get out, and I can tell she’s not too far from the edge.
But I need to satisfy my lust for her, and I’d prefer it if she came all over my dick instead of my finger.
I lift her up to position her and her eyes fly open.
I aim the engorged head of my cock at her slit and start rubbing it against her drenched pussy, teasing her lips.
“Do you want my cock in you?” I ask as I massage her wet hole.
It’s obvious the answer is yes—she’s having a hard time speaking, her hands gripping my shoulders.
I keep sliding my tip up and down her slick lips, threatening to nudge my cock inside her, and I can tell it’s making her want to come.
But I want her to beg me for it.
“No, please don’t,” she manages to squeeze out instead.
I let out a quick breath, pausing my movements.
“That’s not what I want to hear, goddess—that complicates things. Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now?”
“But you can’t!” she says. “I can’t…”
“Why not, goddess? Isn’t this how you operate? You got yourself quite a deal—I make you a Dagor special for one good fuck…”
“But I’m a virgin!”
Talk about a record-scratch moment.
I have to squeeze my cock a bit to take back some control as I try to process her words.
Is she using it like some form of expression? Does she mean she’s a virgin to being taken in empty storefronts? Against a wall?
“I’ve never had sex,” she says. “I’m waiting till marriage.”
Time seems to have stopped as the goddess stuns me once again.
I ignore the weird warm feeling creeping over my chest at her words because the only thing that changes is that I have a chance to be the first to break her in; she’s still engaged.
Still, if what she’s saying is true, there’s no way I can take her in here—her first time shouldn’t be in some abandoned unit.
“Well, we have quite the problem here because I’m about ready to explode,” I say, trying to keep the head of my cock away from her sweet cunt as I start moving my hand up and down my throbbing shaft.
It practically has a mind of its own and I have to keep wrangling it away from her.
“I want to push this inside you so badly, goddess. You have no idea the effort it’s taking not to fuck you right now—I should get a medal.”
I know I can come if I keep rubbing it on her wet pussy lips, but it’s too risky—I might lose control.
But then goddess does the most wondrous thing.
“Let me down,” she says as she starts untangling her legs, and I gently release her, allowing her to slide down the wall.
She drops lower and lower until she’s on her knees before me, and the sight of her looking up at me, about to take my cock in her mouth nearly does me in.
Then her soft lips close over the tip of my cock as she gently starts to suck me.
As her lips move over my sensitive head and her tongue flickers over my shaft, I find myself grateful we put the brakes on so I can experience this.
Goddess uses one of her hands to work my base while her head bobs over me, her mouth worshipping my cock, while her other hand cups and fondles my balls before traveling underneath her skirt.
Oh, boy—she’s touching herself now, and the sight of her gobbling my cock while fondling her own pussy?
It definitely won’t be long now.
She moans while she fingers herself and licks me, and the hum of her moan zaps all through me, making me grab the back of her head and start thrusting to find relief sooner.
What we’re doing now is for the best—I almost violated my own rule again about abstaining from pussy at a time like this.
Hand jobs, blow jobs—fine. Whatever takes the edge off.
But no pussy—not till the projects are done.
And I know if I break that rule with the goddess, if I get a taste of her tight, wet snatch…
A deep groan escapes me as orgasm takes over—the same time the goddess moans on my dick as she comes—and it takes me a second to realize why she did me the wonderful favor of catching my pearly jets with the back of her throat—she can’t risk messing up her crisp clothes.
I would laugh at the image of her walking out of here splattered with my cum, but my climax is still rippling through me.
“You’re killing me, goddess,” I say as I place my hands against the wall, leaning on it a bit as I recover.
She slowly withdraws her lips from my cock and then stands so that she is right between my arms, trapping herself between them.
I’m not exactly my sharpest right now, but her eyes…so much is going on behind them.
I want to feel satisfied and done and start disentangling myself from this spell the goddess cast, but I know I’m in deeper now.
“What is going on with you?” I hear myself say, still trying to read her expression.
She just stares at me, her chest heaving, her eyes sad but…happy? The fuck?
“Do I finally get your name at least? Your full name? I don’t always care who blows me, but you and me, goddess—we should be on a first name basis by now.”
I suddenly remember she called me by my first name before, and just as I’m about to ask her how she knew, she says, “Stella. Stella Miller.”
Then she ducks underneath my arm, and before I can grab her or say anything else, she has taken off.
I’m still leaning against the wall, my slowly deflating cock still hanging out when it hits me.
No. fucking. way.
Stella Miller? As in Aaron Miller’s little sister?
Goddamn, she sure has grown u
p.
Nah, this has to be a huge coincidence.
But I know in my gut it isn’t.
I barely remember her she was so young back then, but I used to hang out at their place a lot so she registered to some degree.
It’s been some years, but the maddening creature shorting my brain and disrupting everything in my life could very well be what the shy, four-eyed kid became.
In fact, some of her expressions make sense now, the sense that she seemed to know me. I felt the weight of history in some of her glances.
I shake my head, finally tucking my cock back in.
I can’t believe how close I came to plowing Aaron’s kid sis.
Where the hell is Aaron these days anyway?
He decided one day he didn’t want to be friends anymore and that was that—no explanation, my phone calls and texts ignored, never home when I popped by to visit.
Maybe I can finally find out what the hell happened that made him decide to cut me off.
I let out another breath.
Once again, all kinds of shit is stirring up, and I have far more questions than answers.
Goddess is like a constant tornado.
For now, though, what I need to know more than anything is who the fuck is Stella engaged to? Why did she look so sad?
She’s obviously attracted to me, and I get the conflict since she’s taken, but something else is going on and I sure as hell will find out what.
I saw enough in her eyes to know that she wants me, and there’s no doubt I still want her.
I need her.
And I’ll have her—in my arms and in my bed, my cock housed in her sweet warm cunt.
No matter what it takes.
If the goddess thinks she’s getting away easy now, she’s dead wrong.
Having a bit more information about her calms me, especially since it’s the kind that will lead to an avalanche of more info.
I can relax now that I know who she is and where she used to live, and I’ll google-fu more details from there.
But I can at least re-focus on my work.
For now, I have a number where I can reach her; I’ll dig up more about her and strategize later.
The goddess won’t escape me.
Her marriage is in four weeks? Ha!
It won’t take me that long to claim her.
She’s tied to me for at least the duration of my project for her mom—not something she’ll drop lightly considering what she did to get me to take it on.
I suddenly get a flash of her mom’s face, although back then, I thought of her as Aaron’s mom.
I remember her well.
I was around so much, at some point she stopped me from calling her Ms. Miller and told me to just call her Mama Olu since she felt like she was half-raising me.
Now that I know that’s who the gift is for—someone who was like a mom to me back in the day—I’m even more excited to work on it, and I want to make sure this birthday present of hers ends up pretty special.
I won’t fuck around now—I’ll make sure to get that done and the goddess won’t owe me a penny.
She never did, but especially now that it’s for someone I had great affection for.
I can’t afford any more distractions now, so I straighten up and head out to finish what I came here to do.
4
Stella
My other phone—my personal cell—is buzzing with calls and texts.
Probably from Celeste—I have no idea how much time I spent with Derek.
Either way, probably more than ten minutes so she’s a little worried—she left me with a stranger, after all.
I hurry to the gelato store.
When she sees me coming, I see her let out a breath, her face reddened but relaxing as relief washes over her.
“What the hell was that about?” she asks.
I'm a terrible liar, and I sure as hell can't hide much from a girl who has known me since elementary school.
“You don’t remember Derek?” I say evenly. “My brother's old best friend…” That I had a crush on and ran into earlier and how on earth could you not remember him, considering how much I used to drool over him?
Her brows furrow briefly but I see the moment it all clicks.
“Holy hell, he got way hotter! Did you see those muscles?”
My mouth twitches as I fight against a wide smile.
Oh, Celeste, that’s not all I saw.
But there’s no way I’m telling her about his monster cock and the way his green eyes looked gazing up at me as he ate my pussy earlier today.
I refuse to let her in on how he looks when I’m the one looking up at him, how much he makes my pussy ache with hunger.
“Does he know how much you wrote ‘Stella & Derek’ everywhere?”
I shove her lightly and she giggles.
She’s right, though—notebooks, the inside covers of romance novels, chalk on sidewalk…
“What does he do now?” she asks. “Last I heard, he was in the military, but he said something about art supplies? Seems…”
I guess my facial expression alarms her because then she says, “What the hell happened, Stella?” all humor and teasing disappearing from her tone.
I had gotten lost in my head over what had just happened—how close I came to losing my virginity in an empty store space.
I take a deep breath.
I may not be able to tell her everything, but no way can I keep it all in.
“I—I still have feelings for him, that’s all. I ran into him earlier and it all came back.”
“Bullshit, that’s not all. Spill it.”
“Well, we may have…made out a little.”
Celeste loves it—her face takes on a pleased expression and she looks happy scandalized.
“A little like what? You know you can’t leave out the best part!”
“Just…a little. Lips touched.”
As in, his lips touched my pussy lips, my lips touched his cock. But she doesn’t need to know all that. “Anyway, my feelings are all over the place, that’s all. You remember how I felt about him back then, and I realized he still has that effect on me. It’s kind of awkward, considering…you know.”
“Like, I don’t blame you? I mean, he was always cute, but damn, he’s super hot now. I can see why he’s shaking things up. But…not to state the obvious…but you’re engaged, Stella, you made a commitment. And you’re doing it for your brother and your mom. I wouldn’t be a good friend if I didn’t at least remind you of why you let yourself get talked into this whole thing.”
“I know, I just—I thought I wouldn’t feel that again—that excited about someone. I thought I’d grown past it! And now that I’ve run into him again, I’m just…rattled.”
“Well, you’ve come this far sticking to your guns. You’re marrying up. You can’t risk everything because your old crush still makes you gaga—artists aren’t exactly stable partners. You remember Joey, right? I practically funded his starving artist life for a year and then he had the nerve to cheat on me! That loser’s still broke, so he did me a favor; I dodged a bullet. Can you imagine if you got involved with this guy and he screws you over and you lost this chance to collect that jackpot?”
“I hate when you put it like that.”
“Your fiancé’s a billionaire. Not many of my friends get to date—much less get engaged to—billionaires. That’s a whole other level, so yeah—jackpot. You saw what Anna Nicole dealt with for a couple hundred million. Too bad she didn’t really get to collect. Anyway, your guy might not be that old but he’s still pretty old. You might have to wait a decade or two for him to drop, but you also probably won’t have to do it with him every day. Although maybe you should—wear him out so he drops faster…”
“Celeste!”
“You know I’m not totally serious. Just reminding you that people have done way more for way less. So yeah…”
She mouths the word ‘jackpot’ again.
“Anyway,
I have a few other errands to run for the rest of the day,” she says, leaning in to give me a quick hug. “See you tomorrow maybe? Where are you headed now anyway? Better not be after Mr. Hotpants.”
I let out a short laugh.
Truthfully, every time Celeste refers to Derek’s looks I have to smile extra hard and try not to let on the jealousy churning in me at referring to him that way.
It’s not like she’s lying—Derek is unfairly hot and anyone with working eyes can see it.
I guess I just don’t like the casual nature of it, especially since what he and I have been up to isn’t casual to me.
Derek Carter was never casual to me.
“I’m headed home,” I tell her. “To my mom’s, that is. Aaron’s there too, so we’ll probably have dinner together…”
“Oh? I can come with; I love your mom’s cooking,” she says quickly.
I give her a confused, suspicious look.
“I thought you just said you had some errands?”
“They can wait,” she says with a dismissive wave of her hand. “It’ll be nice to say hi to everyone.”
When Celeste’s eyes light up as my brother hobbles into the living room, I finally get it and wonder how long it’s been going on.
I’m definitely going to grill her about that later.
My mom has already started on dinner, and she has an extra pep in her step because of all the attendees.
I suddenly feel a bit guilty I don’t see her more often.
My studies take up a lot of time, and I hope to make up for it when I graduate.
As a billionaire’s wife, I’ll probably have more time on my hands despite getting thrust into working with charities and such.
Since Celeste is busy yapping with my brother, I head to my mom.
“Mom, you won't believe what I got you for your birthday! I can’t wait for you to see it.”
“Eh?” she says with a sly smile. “One of those Hemsworth boys?”
I let out a chuckle.
“No, but I hope you like it. I'm super excited about it.”
She gives me a strange look, folding her arms as she sizes me up.
“Something's different about you,” she says, and I freeze, my heartbeats quickening.
I'm hoping like hell a drip of Derek's sperm didn't dry somewhere on me and she spotted it, or that she can smell a man on me or something.
