He grabs the back of his shirt behind his neck and removes it. Of course he would take it off in the hottest fucking way possible.
Flawless caramel skin covers his thick body that’s more chiseled than I imagined. His abs look like he has eight baseballs shoved under his skin. Broad shoulders lead down toward the fucking V that makes me drool. Shit, am I drooling? I touch my lips. Nope, I’m good. He got better looking, more muscular, if that’s even possible.
The thoughts of him with his models and sexy-as-fuck jersey chasers suddenly make me feel self-conscious standing in front of him. I cross my arms over my chest in an attempt to hide.
“What are you doing?” he asks as he grabs arms and unfolds them.
I look away. What do I say? I’m jealous, self-conscious. Neither of those options sound flattering.
“You’re fucking gorgeous.” He kisses my collarbone and strokes his thumbs over my bra and my nipples immediately peak under his touch.
Closing my eyes, I let the heat sear through me.
I place my hands on his chest, satin smooth and perfectly carved pecs, a rapidly beating heart, and a gold chain with a football pendant on it. I saw it when he was doing the aquatics rehab, but it still shocks me he still has this.
“I can’t believe you still have this,” I say with a smile as I rub the pendant between my thumb and index finger.
“You gave it to me. It’s the most important piece of jewelry I own.”
I’m impressed. His jewelry collection includes black diamond stud earrings, a couple of rings and at least one Rolex watch.
“I don’t wear anything around my neck except this,” he says with a soft kiss to my lips before lowering himself carefully as to not tweak his knee.
Kneeling on his good leg in front of me, he presses his forehead to my stomach, then kisses his way down my core to the waistband of my yoga pants. Slipping his thumbs inside, he slides them down to my ankles, raising one foot, then the other, he removes them from me completely.
“Don’t hurt your knee,” I tell him with a smile. “Doctor’s orders.”
Smiling at me, he stands again, staring at me in my mismatched cotton bra and panties. Pink bra, baby blue boy shorts, and a faded tan line from my summer by the lake. I must look like a fucking mess. Thank fuck I at least keep myself trimmed up or I would be out of here faster than The Flash on crack.
He reaches behind me, I think he is going to undo my bra, but instead he wraps his arms around me and pulls me to his chest. He’s savoring this moment just as I am. Inhaling again, nose in my hair, he lets out a long, slow exhale.
“Fuck, you smell so good.”
Jess runs his hands through my hair, brushing it with his fingers. It’s sensual, every nerve from my scalp to my toes is sizzling.
“I’ve missed you so fucking much.” His lips claim mine again and I get lost in our kiss. His hands are roaming free over my body, touching every inch he can reach without breaking our lips apart.
Finally, his hands find my bra, unclasp it and let it fall to the floor. Immediately he breaks our kiss and gazes down at my chest.
I was never uncomfortable around Jessup, naked or clothed, but this is different. He has something to compare me to now and I don’t like it.
“Done? You’re making me self-conscious,” I tell him honestly.
“Why?” he asks and reaches out, rolling my erect nipples between his fingers which causes me to sharply inhale. “You’re perfect.”
“I can’t,” I breathe heavily as he continues to pleasure my buds, “compete with your girls.”
“My girls?” he asks as his mouth sucks in one nipple and tortures it with his tongue.
Oh, God, he’s gotten better at this. Duh. He’s had a lot of practice. Shut up, shut up, shut up.
“I Insta-stalked you remember? I’ve seen the girls you date, including Tori,” I say, her name bitter on my tongue.
Jessup laughs and pulls back from his lascivious acts on my nipples.
“Stanzy, you’re fucking kidding right?”
Chapter 25: Rhodes
Stanzy is standing in front of me, half naked, questioning her beauty. Doubting herself.
She covers her arms over her chest again, my hands are still on her hips.
“Why would you say that?”
“You left me without explanation seven years ago. I didn’t want to bring this up, but my stupid insecurities about that night are all I can think about no matter how badly I try to push them aside. Especially since I’ve seen the women you date.”
She grabs the blanket off the end of my bed and covers herself.
“Fuck,” I sigh. I knew this conversation would happen eventually, but I was hoping it would be after many, many orgasms.
“First,” I say as I kiss her collarbone and try to get her to release the blanket that’s currently preventing me from touching her. She tastes like sweet honey. “I don’t date. I also don’t want to talk about other women when I have you here, finally.”
It’s not a lie. I have a few girls who visit regularly, we had a good thing going. Sex, no strings. Mac’s rules about girls applied in college, but not in the real world. Frequent flyers are the only way to go. At least then I know what I’m getting into. Random hookups are not an option anymore.
Besides, that was before Stanzy came back into my life. My regulars have been off my calendar for a while now.
I kiss the other side and she shivers again. I know what she’s doing to my body and I can see what I’m doing to hers.
Fuck, her skin is like porcelain, smooth and soft, and damn near perfection. I want to lick her entire body, making her moan and beg for more, then fuck her hard until she screams my name and sees stars. But first, I need to make her remember she’s mine, and I’ve never forgotten her.
“Second, those dates were for media appearances. It boosts my image and my endorsement deals depend on my popularity. Those women aren’t my type. They’re set up through my agent for events and appearances and shit like that.”
“What is your type?” she asks.
“One very sassy and sweet blonde who stole my heart when I was six,” I say as I lick her ear and suck the lobe into my mouth.
“What about Tori?”
This is getting annoying, but if she needs to hear this then so be it.
I pull away from her so I can look her in the eyes, those beautifully unique hazel eyes. This is so fucking hard to do when she’s practically naked in my bedroom.
Fight through it, Rhodes.
“I dated Tori, yes. Or I tried. She was hard to deal with and quite mean actually as you witnessed. I fucked up big when I left you Stanzy. Huge. That night, when I committed to Cambria, Rowen lost it and some family secrets were aired that fractured me. I didn’t know how to handle it all. You were the person I always ran to when my life when to shit and that night I realized you deserved more than my bullshit all the time. I needed to make something of myself before I was good enough for you.”
I’ll tell her the rest of the story later. I can barely think straight with my erection begging to be let out.
“Jess, you were always more than enough, until you left. There was nothing good about that goodbye.”
“I know and if I could have one redo in my entire life that would be it. I was in a bad place and when I was a freshman I spent my year drinking and smoking and playing football. The only thing that leveled me out was booze and weed because I didn’t have you and I was too proud or embarrassed to admit to myself how much I needed you.”
She nods as tears form behind her eyes. She’s half naked and crying. This isn’t going how I planned. I need to redirect quickly.
I slam lips to hers. I’m not stopping this time.
Prying the blanket from her, I lift her and playfully toss her onto my bed. She lets out a laugh that sings to my ears.
I slide my sweatpants down and I let my cock spring free. I wasn’t wearing underwear, I never do when I’m home.
St
anzy stares at me as I climb up and settle between her legs, lying on my stomach, face just a few inches from her mound. “Like these?” I ask as I play the waistband of her underwear.
She nods with a smirk then her expression changes to shock as I rip the lace panties from her body.
“Jessup!” she gasps.
“I’ll buy you more.” I smirk and run my hands up her thighs to my prize. The prize I’ve waited seven years to feast on.
She not bare, but she is shaved, the hair a little darker than what is on her head. The most perfect pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’ve never forgotten what she felt like, tasted like. I can’t wait to dive back in.
I lower my face to her opening and inhale her scent. I’m officially drunk off of her scent instead of booze.
I slide my tongue through her slit to her clit and she moans with approval. I didn’t anticipate this night going this way, but fuck if I’m not thrilled that Stanzy is naked in my bed right now.
I continue my onslaught of licking and sucking her folds and her clit until she’s writhing under my tongue just like she did in high school. This is the image that I’ve jerked off to for the past seven years. That alone should have told me to pull my head out of my ass and contact her before now.
I insert two fingers into her and roll them as I hit her sensitive spot, latching onto her clit and sucking hard. Creamy beige thighs clasp around my head and I feel her pussy clench around my fingers.
“Oh my fucking God!” she screams as an orgasm rips through her.
I stop sucking just long enough to say, “Just call me, Jess, baby.”
Stanzy shakes involuntarily though her orgasm and I can tell it was intense.
Once she’s regained her composure, she eyes me as I remove my fingers from her and suck them clean. Her eyes are glued to my mouth as she watches me do it.
I reach toward my nightstand to get a condom from the drawer. Thanks to Mac’s rules I’ve always been a safety guy. That is one of his rules all of us always agreed upon. The others? They were open to interpretation.
“Jess?”
“Hmm?” I reply as I pull the wrapper from my drawer.
“Bareback?”
My jaw gapes. I’ve never had sex without protection, not even with Stanzy back in the day. Do I want this? Fucking hell, there isn’t anything I want more.
I toss the condom onto the nightstand.
“I’m on the pill,” she confirms as if I need to hear it. I don’t fucking care. I’d put babies inside of her today if she’d let me.
I nod reaching my hand between my legs, stroking my cock a few times for good measure.
Stanzy’s eyes are huge as she watches me touch myself.
“Like that, baby?”
“I do, but I’d rather it be inside of me.”
Fuck. Me. That mouth is dirtier than I remember and I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside of her right fucking now.
I slide in and she’s still so fucking tight and wet. I moan involuntarily. I can’t control it or hold in it. Seven years of tension and need building and there’s no stopping it now.
“Stanz, baby, you feel so good.” I slowly, almost painfully so, roll my hips so I’m sliding in and out of her, enjoying every slick movement. My balls tighten and if it’s even possible it feels like my dick gets harder. I’ve waited for this for so long, imagining what this would feel like. Now that I’m here I’m like a horny, teenage virgin fucking for the very first time and my body wants to blast off. Get it under control, man!
She moans as her eyes close. “Harder,” she pleads in a whisper.
“Not yet, baby,” I tell her. “I want to enjoy this.” Just in case she really does regret this tomorrow.
After a while of slow, intense pleasure, committing her memory, I’ve had enough and I need to fuck her until she’s screaming.
Grabbing a leg I lift it over my shoulder, straightening the other, so she is at the perfect angle and pound into her.
“Oh God!” she screams as I hit her spot inside. I repeatedly thrust into her and a small, breathy noise escapes her lips with each one. It’s hot as fuck.
Thrust. “Uh.” Thrust. “Uh.” Thrust. “Uh.”
Stanzy digs her nails into my back after a few minutes and I know she’s close so I pick up my rhythm.
“Uhhhh! Jess!” she moans loudly and squeezes her eyes shut.
She’s now come twice, but I’m nowhere near done with her. It’s been almost a decade and I’m not stopping until I’m so out of breath I’ll need an oxygen tank.
Grabbing her hips I flip her onto her stomach and she lets out a small squeak because she didn’t expect the move. Lifting her by her hips, so she’s on her knees with her chest and head on the bed, I line her up with my dick.
“Ready for more, baby?” I ask as I run a hand down her spine. Appreciating how her skin forms goosebumps from my touch. I cup her ass with both hands and squeeze, leaving red marks on her creamy flesh. Sweet fuck, that ass could make grown men cry. Thick, juicy and so fucking smooth.
I fist my cock and enter her slick pussy from behind.
“So wet,” I groan and grip her hips like a lifeline as I begin moving methodically. Rolling my hips in a rhythm that I feel my balls tighten again.
Reaching around her chest I cup her boobs and begin twisting her nipples between my fingers as I rock in and out of her. She tenses and titls her head back. We’re both so fucking close, but I need to do one more thing. One thing I know will shoot her – and me – over the edge together.
Staying inside, I grip her shoulders as I put my weight onto her back so she has to lie flat on the bed. Spreading my legs so they’re on the outside of her thighs I squeeze her thighs together. She’s like a pencil with my dick crammed between her legs.
I begin thrusting with a purpose and Stanzy grips the sheets as this position allows me hit a spot so deep inside she bucks as I bottom out.
“Fuck!” she screams at first thrust.
It also makes her already tight pussy even tighter as she squeezes her thighs together involuntarily as I hit her sweet spot repeatedly with my cock.
“Jess,” she moans and the sound of my name on her lips almost makes me come immediately.
“Come on, baby, come for me one more time,” I whisper into her ear as I continue bottoming out in her tight pussy.
She clenches her walls around my dick and screams my name again as she grips the bedsheet for dear life. This seems like her most intense orgasm yet… at least with me.
Stop thinking about her and other’s guys’ dicks. I shake my head to clear the thought from my mind.
I get back into the groove and with her milking my cock as she’s still clenching from her orgasm I reach my own.
“Ah, Stanzy!” I grunt out as I come hard, harder than I have in years. Eyes squeezed shut, head tossed back and stars flashing behind my eyelids. Spilling almost a decade of lost love and lust into this moment.
“Holy fuck,” I say breathlessly as I collapse onto Stanzy’s back. She doesn’t move either. We’re both completely spent.
I lay there, inside of her for a minute, my cock twitching with the end of my release. I don’t move even after I’m done. I want to remember how she feels before I roll off of her back.
I roll onto my back and turn to face her. She is still face down and staring back at me. Looking at me with hazy eyes, I can tell she’s completely satisfied.
“Jess,” she says, “that was, that was…” she trails off looking for the words.
“Orgasmic,” I say with a smile and she laughs. The sound of her laughter filling my room with joy.
“Multiple orgasmic,” she confirms and kisses me on the nose. “You’ve gotten better at this.”
“Older, more stamina,” I say with a smile, not really wanting to rehash my sexual history again tonight, or think about hers at all. The thought of another man’s dick inside of her makes me angry and I’m not usually an angry person.
Stanzy scoo
ts closer to me and snuggles in, head on my chest as she traces her fingers over my ab muscles.
With a more serious tone I say, “Stanz, we need to finish our conversation now that I can think straight. I admit not proud of what I’m about to say, but I have to say it.”
She looks up at me, but she doesn’t waver.
“You asked me why I dated Tori after all those years.”
She nods slightly, listening intently.
“I’ve followed you online to the point of insanity and I was fine until junior year.”
She thinks for a minute. “When I started dating Chipper.” She gets it.
I nod. “Fucking tool shed. You deserved better, I knew that just from the pictures. I lost my shit after I saw that. I missed what we had so badly I kissed my roommate’s girlfriend in desperation.”
“You what?”
“Yeah, not my finest moment and I’m lucky Mac didn’t fucking punch me in the face. I would have deserved it. But he was cool and understood what I was going through even though I never told him about you specifically. I was too pissed at myself to admit that I lost you for good.”
Thinking back to that year dredges up some shitty fucking feelings.
“So, he hooked me up with Tori who was his girlfriend’s roommate. I wanted a girlfriend so badly after that. And while his girlfriend is really cool and Tori is apparently a really good friend, she was a really shitty girlfriend. She cheated on me and that was that. Until senior year when she apparently had a change of heart. You were collateral damage to her desperate pleas to get back together. I’m really sorry about that too.”
I pause and I can see she’s taking in all my words. Processing.
“Then right before the draft you got engaged. I thought I lost it when you were just dating, but fuck, when it became real that you were gone for good. I thought I was going to lose it completely. But more than the thought of another guy inside you was the thought of another guy inside your heart. That broke me. The drugs and booze were my life in college. It made me feel like Rowen, but it also numbed it all too.”
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