by K. M. Scott
He did as I asked without a word, and I closed my eyes as the alcohol hit my tongue this time. I’d believed that ending things with Elliot would be easy since I’d always kept him at arm’s length, but now that the reality of his leaving settled into my brain, I couldn’t be so cavalier about it.
“You want to talk about it?”
I turned to look at Stefan and shook my head. “No. Talking isn’t going to make it better.”
He threw back the last of his first glass and nodded. “Okay. I’m sure you two will work things out sooner or later. I wouldn’t worry.”
I took another swig and looked away. “Elliot moved out right after you left. We’re over.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, Shay.”
“Yeah. Thanks.” I turned back to face him. “Pour me another.”
“You sure? I wouldn’t think a little thing like you could handle much more.”
I leveled my gaze on him and snorted my disgust. “Little thing? You must have me confused with someone else. I’m no little girl. Hit me with more of that whiskey.”
A sexy grin spread across his lips. “Okay. Your wish is my command.”
“Good. I’m in no mood to be told no tonight, Stefan.”
“I would never tell you no, Shay.”
I took a drink and felt it burn as it went down my throat. Rolling my eyes, I chuckled. “You never tell anyone no, Stefan. You’re the definition of a man whore.”
He didn’t say anything, and I thought I saw him cringe ever so slightly at my mention of him being a man whore. I couldn’t imagine why. He’d meticulously built that reputation with many women, and never before had I seen any evidence that he didn’t enjoy every minute of his conquests. In some way, there was something to respect about that.
“I guess you have me all figured out, don’t you?”
I raised my glass to him. “Hey, there’s nothing wrong with knowing what you want and going after it. That you don’t want one woman is perfectly fine, in my mind. You’ve got looks, money, and freedom. Who would want to give any of that up? You can have any woman you want. It’s hard to believe you wouldn’t take advantage of any opportunity that presents itself.”
“What about you? You have all that going for you.”
“What about me? I don’t have the money you do, Stefan. If I did, maybe I’d be like you. Who knows? But you’re not going to get a lecture from me about your being a man whore. Play on, player.”
I swallowed the last of my drink and pounded the glass onto the bar a little harder than I’d intended. A giggle escaped from my lips. “I didn’t mean to let that slam like that. I think I might have had my fill.”
“Maybe I should give you a ride home. You might not be okay to drive.”
Taking a step forward, I walked straight into the edge of the bar. I looked down and then over toward Stefan. “I was going to say no, but since I just walked into the bar and there isn’t a priest or rabbi around to make it a joke, I guess I better take you up on your offer.”
He stepped behind me and wrapped his arm around my waist. “Always a smart ass, huh? Come on. I’ll take you home.”
I wasn’t too drunk to walk, but by the time I hit the warm night air outside, I definitely knew I shouldn’t be driving. I walked beside Stefan and wondered what kind of car he drove. I guessed it would be something expensive and definitely fast. Maybe a Porsche. Or maybe a Jag. Yeah, he had a Jag vibe to him. Looking around, though, I didn’t see any car that fit.
“Where’s your car? I’m in heels here, Stefan,” I said as I clutched his arm tighter.
“I don’t have a car. My bike is behind the club.”
A bike? I should have known.
We turned the corner of the building and there it was. Stefan’s motorcycle. I’d never seen a bike like it, and it definitely was expensive and fast. Big, black, and with him sitting on it.
With a way too sexy look, he said, “Climb on.”
I slid my leg over the seat and wrapped my arms around him. “Shouldn’t I wear a helmet?”
“Not tonight. Hang on!”
He revved the engine, and the bike vibrated beneath me, powerful and loud. I tightened my hold on him and pressed my cheek to his back as he took off flying through the streets of Tampa. His body felt powerful like the bike, and I moved my hands down over his stomach, feeling his washboard abs beneath his t-shirt. When my palms touched the top of his jeans, I stopped their movement, sure I felt his hard cock just beneath my hands.
“You okay back there?” he yelled back as we turned the corner onto my street.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I answered, unsure of what I was now that my buzz had vanished on the ride there.
He stopped in front of my apartment and shut the bike off. I swung my leg around to stand and tried to fix my hair, sure the wind had blown it into a look that resembled a brown Darth Vader helmet. “Thanks for the ride home. See you at work!”
Turning toward the front of my building, I heard Stefan get off the bike and say, “I’ll walk you to your door.”
He followed me all the way down my hallway, and I knew where this was going. The desire to go through with my plan to play the infamous Stefan March mixed with the emotions I was feeling over Elliot’s leaving. I knew I should have just closed the door on him, but at that moment, I didn’t want to be alone.
“Well, I got you home safe and sound, so I guess I’ll get going, unless you need me for something…”
He let his sentence drift off as he slid his gaze over my body. I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it too. Stepping toward him, I looked up into his eyes, and then as I backed through my front door, smiled. “I’m in no hurry to sleep.”
“Good. Me either.”
* * *
FOLLOWING ME inside, he slid his hand through my hair and cupped the back of my neck, pulling me into his body. His mouth slanted over mine, and he kissed me with a passion I never expected from someone like him. My head felt like it was swimming, and every inch of my body felt like it was alive.
Stefan moved fast and quickly unbuttoned my blue and white plaid shirt I’d loosely knotted at the bottom. Running his hands across my ribs, he slid them up over my bra, cupping my still covered breasts and murmuring, “This needs to come off too.”
I smiled up at him, strangely amused by what he’d said. “Well, I’m sure you know how to work one of these.”
His tongue slid over his lips and the corners of his mouth hitched up in one of those sexy grins only he could give. “I do. Turn around, princess.”
Struck by his nickname for me, I did as he ordered. His hands made quick work of my bra, and it slid down my body as he took my breasts in his hands. Moaning in my ear, he pushed his hips forward and I felt his hard cock behind me. “Mmmm…as gorgeous as I thought they’d be.”
I arched my back and leaned my head against his muscular chest. Closing my eyes, I moaned as he began rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb with exactly the right pressure to make me wet. Elliot had never cared much to pay much attention to anything above my waist, preferring to spend his time in foreplay almost exclusively on my pussy, so I’d missed what Stefan was giving me.
“Ohhh…that feels so good,” I groaned as his mouth nuzzled my neck.
He nipped my earlobe with his teeth and squeezed one nipple harder. “I want to see what’s beneath these shorts, baby.”
His hands slid down from my breasts to unbutton the top of my Daisy Dukes. Hooking his fingers in the belt loops, he tugged my shorts off my body, taking my thong along with them. Naked, I moved to turn around to undress him, but he stopped me. I turned my head to look at him. “Am I the only one getting naked here?”
Behind me, he slipped his shirt over his head to reveal the gorgeous body I’d always known was under those Club X shirts. The man obviously spent serious time at the gym. Spinning around as he inched his jeans down over his legs, I saw for the first time how stunning Stefan March truly was. Every inch of him seemed to be covered in mu
scle, from his enormous shoulders to abs that couldn’t have been more defined to incredibly toned legs.
I stared at the tattoo I’d never seen on him at the club. I was used to seeing his sleeves full of women and what looked like mythological creatures on his arms, but now as he stood shirtless in front of me, I saw a tattoo that was only writing across his ribcage. In black and red, the words ALL GOOD THINGS ARE WILD AND FREE spanned his torso.
“Interesting tattoo,” I said, curious about this one.
He stood there naked in front of me and nodded. “Yeah. Wild and free. Come here.”
Pulling me to him, he kissed me and I felt my body come alive again. I slid my hands over his body, amazed at how soft his skin was over all that hard muscle.
Stefan crouched down, and I looked down as he leaned in toward my body. His fingers spread me wide open, sending strings of desire racing through me. Then the tip of his tongue lightly touched my pussy, and my legs went weak. As if he knew what effect he had on me, he slid his palms up the back of my thighs just as he pressed his tongue flat to my clit, his piercing creating sensations in me I’d never felt before.
“Oh…my…God…”
Before I could finish my sentence, he hooked my leg over his shoulder to gain even better access to the most sensitive parts of me and went down on me better than any man had in my life. Maybe it was the way that metal stud in his tongue slid over my clit, each time sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. Maybe it was how he seemed entirely focused on me, his tongue devoted to getting me off.
Whatever it was that he did, I came harder than I’d ever come before, barely able to stand from the quaking in my thighs. He sat back, his mouth still wet with my juices, and looked up at me with an expression of pure satisfaction, as if I’d just given him the best oral sex of his life.
Licking his lips, he smiled. “Mmmm. Nice.”
I wanted to speak—to say something sexy or snappy—but I couldn’t. My brain seemed to have gone blank the moment he buried his face in my pussy, and it hadn’t come back online yet.
He stood up and in a commanding voice ordered, “Face that way, Shay.”
Turning me around so my back faced him, he pulled my hair off to one side and whispered in my ear, “I want you on your hands and knees, princess.”
His voice was raw, like every syllable came straight from somewhere dark and deep inside him. This Stefan made me want him more than I thought I ever could, and my body reacted to his every word and touch as if he’d already mastered me.
“In the bedroom,” I squeaked out as I began walking toward my room, needing to buy time before he overwhelmed me and I lost control.
He caught me just as I crawled onto the bed, pressing his hands onto my hips and pulling me back toward him until his cock nudged my ass. His lips dragged along my neck to my collarbone, and he whispered against my skin, “I’ve fucking wanted you since the first time I saw you.”
I closed my eyes, loving the feel of his mouth on me as he spoke those words. It meant nothing that I’d always believed he’d wanted me, but to hear him say that now excited me more than I wanted to admit.
Thrusting his hips forward, he skimmed the head of his cock through my pussy to my clit, sending a rush of pleasure racing through my body. “Oh, God…” I dropped down onto my forearms and pushed back against him, wanting him inside me so bad.
“That’s it, baby. Let me into that pretty cunt.”
He backed away from me, and then I felt the head of his cock at my entrance for the merest moment before he thrust his hips forward and buried himself inside me. His fingers dug into my hips as he retreated from my body only to thrust forward again. My body felt filled like never before, as if every time I’d ever been with a man had been a dress rehearsal for this.
I gripped the sheets in my hands, and he began fucking me better than I’d ever been fucked in my life. Every stroke into me, every deep moan that escaped from him inched me closer to that moment when I’d come. I wanted to feel that release he gave me more than anything else in the world at that moment.
“God, you feel so fucking good—” His sentence trailed off on a groan, and he slid his hand up my back to fist my hair. “Up on your hands, baby.”
I obeyed his command, never even thinking of not doing what he wanted. He felt so good inside me, his thick cock sliding over raw nerve endings and making each come alive with every push into me. No man had ever made me want to submit like he did.
Stefan leaned forward and buried himself to the hilt inside me. Next to my ear, he whispered, “Show me that fire I saw that first day, Shay.”
He wanted fire, but I wanted to let him control this tonight. To make me forget Elliot and the mess I’d made of that relationship. To not be the one with all the power for once. But I could do fire too.
I moved forward and felt him leave my body. Climbing onto his lap, I slid my wet pussy over his cock and grinned. “You want fire, Stefan?”
“I want whatever you’re bringing, baby.”
His hands gripped my hips as I raised up over his cock, and slowly I lowered myself onto him, loving the feeling of him filling me.
“Why did we turn around? I liked it the other way.”
I raised up on my knees again, leaving just the head of his cock just inside me to tease him. “I like to see the man I’m having sex with.”
Stefan pushed me hard down onto him, and his cock hit a spot deep inside me that made my eyes roll back into my head. God, he felt so good!
“You want to see me? Then look at me while I fuck you, princess.”
I opened my eyes as he slid his fingers over my cheeks and into my hair, gripping it tightly in his hands. His dark gaze fixed on me, he looked like hunger personified. He was need, desire, and appetite all right there in front of me.
“Ride my cock. I want to watch you ride me until there’s nothing left inside either of us.”
I did as he commanded, riding him with an abandon that I didn’t even know existed inside me. My body bucked against his, and his invaded mine over and over as we searched for that one moment where we weren’t boss and bartender, player and challenger, and even man and woman.
Staring into one another’s eyes, we searched for that one sweet place and time where we were nothing more than just Stefan and Shay.
I wanted to kiss him, to plunder that mouth that had infuriated me so many times. He may have wanted me from the moment we met, but my want had been something entirely different. More often than not, the man had enraged me to my very being, yet there I was on his lap, his cock deep inside me as he edged me inch by inch to my release, and I couldn’t imagine any other place on Earth that I’d want to be right then.
He held tight to my hair to keep me looking at him, and for a fleeting moment, I thought I saw something even more in them than the Stefan I’d come to like. In those dark brown eyes focused entirely on me, I saw a look that made me think he was so much more than what I’d believed.
I cradled his face and kissed him, wanting to feel him against every part of me. His lips fed on mine as mine did on his, as eager to taste me as I was to taste him. His tongue with its metal piercing slid over mine, exciting me as the memory of what it felt like gliding over my needy clit danced through my mind.
My body ached—for good and for bad—with every time I slid him inside me. Legs spread as wide as I could to take all of him, my hips hurt but the tender ache inside me overruled any idea of stopping. Each stroke of his cock into me brought me closer to release, but if I was to be truthful, I didn’t want this to end.
Of all the incarnations of Stefan I’d seen, I preferred this one best. For all his cockiness and swagger, he knew how to handle a woman and give her pleasure. I’d doubted that before this, but no more.
Now I just wanted more—more of him, more of the feelings his body created in mine.
More.
He slid his hands down my back and cupped my ass, kneading the skin slowly with his fingers. In my ea
r, he whispered, “Let me feel you come apart, Shay.”
I was so close. Just once more to feel him fill me, the head of his cock touching that one spot as our bodies pressed together.
Then I felt it begin. A tiny spark of release that grew from somewhere deep inside that uncoiled slowly until every inch of my body felt like my nerve endings were wide open and more alive than they’d ever been before. I clung to him as my orgasm finally tore through me, and I rode him until the final quiver inside me had subsided.
Stefan came just as I finished, his cock pulsing against my tender walls as he groaned my name low and deep into my mouth and tugged roughly on my hair. He was power and passion, and as I watched him come, I couldn’t help understand why women found him so sexy. Everything about him signaled his pleasure at satisfying me, a very attractive trait I hadn’t seen before now.
We sat there quietly, our bodies still entangled as the haze of sex gradually faded away. Part of me wanted to say something, almost as if I should be sexier after all that we’d done, but another part enjoyed the silence of being in someone’s arms and sharing nothing more than my body with him.
Stefan sat with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, as if caught between the same two choices. Like most men, he said nothing for a long time, preferring silence over most anything else. I could appreciate that more often than other women could. There was something about not having to speak that gave off a sense of power.
Finally, he whispered, “If I don’t get a drink, I’m going to turn to dust right here in your bed.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle. Leave it to him to break the moment with something cute. After giving him a tiny kiss on his parched lips, I smiled. “You’re going to make me get off you for a drink?”
“I’d say I could walk to the faucet still inside you, but I’m not sure my legs could handle it. That was some marathon session.”
He kissed me and pressed his forehead against mine. “No kidding. I think I’m already beginning to turn here.”
Rolling my eyes, I lifted myself off him and walked toward the kitchen, asking, “Water or something a bit stronger?”
