Craving Stassi (Fantasies Unmasked Book 2)

by Erica Lynn

  Stassi pressed play and watched as Jordan Catalano, in front of God and everyone else at Liberty High School, walked up to Angela Chase, and asked her to go somewhere with him. As they walked down the hallway, Angela so unsure and also giddy with excitement, he grabbed her hand in his. Grabbed. Her. Hand. Stassi’s heart almost exploded with swoony-ness. It was her favorite part of the entire show, of any show or movie, and it always made her heart skip a beat. She looked back at Alec who had turned his attention back to her, a large grin on his face. “Le sigh.”

  He let out a hearty laugh as he pressed his thumb into the sole of her foot. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. It was good.”

  “Good? He basically professed his love for her in front of everyone who could see. It’s powerful.”

  Alec silently nodded as he continued to rub her feet, his hands slowly working their way to her calves.

  “So, if you didn’t think I liked chick flicks, what did you think I was into? Action? Artsy fartsy ones?”

  “Porn.”

  “Screw you.” Stassi laughed and laid back into the couch, her legs stretching out more over his lap. “I hate porn.”

  “Oh come on. Nobody hates porn.”

  “Well, I guess I don’t hate all porn. True, if I need some assistance I’ll grab my pillow and deal with a lesbian scene or two. I just can’t stand the men in porn. And usually the girls are so ridiculous, it’s not sexy in the slightest. Hell, there’s never even any clitoral stimulation but they’re coming like freight trains anyway.”

  “Well obviously it isn’t real. It’s all for visual arousal.”

  “I know. I just find it frustrating. As much as sex is in our faces every day, it’s still pretty taboo. Think about it. Sex is bad. Don’t do it. If you’re a man who likes it, it’s fine, boys will be boys. But if you’re a woman who enjoys getting off, you’re a slut. We don’t talk about how it’s important to our own health, as well as to relationships. We don’t discuss how we’re allowed to explore the boundaries with our partners and see what brings us to the edge. Those discussions aren’t permitted. Then people who are curious go look at porn and are given this total and complete ridiculous idea of what a sexual relationship is, and I personally think it’s bullshit.”

  “Right. Except for lesbian porn.”

  “I never said I wasn’t a hypocrite.” Stassi giggled and settled into the soft cushion behind her. Alec’s warm hands continued to work the flesh on her feet and legs, and she felt herself slowly begin to drift to sleep. With tremendous effort, she opened her eyes and found Alec watching her, his handsome features taking her in. “Will you stay with me tonight?”

  Alec gave her a slight nod. “Sure.”

  “Thank you.” Stassi smiled and shut her eyes again. “Thank you for bringing me the food. It was incredibly kind of you.”

  “You’re very welcome. Now, go to sleep, babe.”

  “Okay.” Stassi felt her breath deepen, the rise and fall of her chest slowing down. “Alec?”

  “Yeah?”

  “I like you.”

  “I like you, too.”

  “I like that you don’t put up with my shit. I mean, it’s annoying, but I’m pretty sure I like it.”

  “Oh, yeah? Pretty sure, huh?”

  “I can be indecisive. You should know this about me.” Stassi turned her cheek into the cushion and let sleep overtake her.

  Chapter Eight

  “Good morning.”

  Alec awoke to the sound of Stassi’s voice, feeling better than he had in as long as he could remember. Her warm body was still curled into his side, her soft cheek resting on his chest. He rubbed his eyes with his hand, a muffled groan escaping his lips as he stretched his legs, then turned slightly on his side so he could get a better look at her.

  Jesus, she was so beautiful. Hell, anyone with eyes was aware of that. But this morning he couldn’t help but think maybe he was seeing a part of her others weren’t allowed to. Her face was free of makeup, her blonde hair, usually perfectly fixed, was fanned behind her with strands scattered in all directions. The sun peeked in through the blinds and cast small rays of light on her golden skin. Her neck, her shoulders, her bare back…

  Her bare back. Alec suddenly realized Stassi wasn’t wearing a shirt. He could feel her breasts nuzzled against his side, her leg slung over his waist and hips, and his dick stirred with excitement beneath his boxers.

  Stassi giggled, apparently feeling the movement against her thigh.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Mmm…I’m good. So much better. Your Lo Mein nursed me back to health.” She looked up at him, her blue eyes piercing his while her teeth bit into her bottom lip, and placed her fingers over his erection. “How are you feeling this morning?”

  Alec groaned as she tightened her hold on his cock. “I, uh, well I definitely can’t complain.”

  She pleasured him with long, slow strokes, then leaned over and kissed his chin. “I need to take a shower.”

  She let go of him, shrugged off the covers, and crawled off the bed.

  Alec watched in pain, yes, pain was absolutely the right word, as she walked toward the bathroom. Her long, firm legs. Her muscles moving beneath them as she walked. He remembered the feel of them wrapped around his body. The way they tensed below his hands as he held onto her and entered her wet heat. Fuck.

  He shook his head in an attempt to clear the filthy thoughts overtaking his brain, pushed himself up into a sitting position, then scooted to the side of the bed. He grabbed his jeans and was just about to pull them on when Stassi stopped him, her head poking around the bathroom corner.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Figured I’d get dressed and make us some breakfast.”

  She walked back into the room and wrapped her fingers around his wrists. “Oh, don’t you dare. Drop those pants.”

  Alec did as he was told, and the jeans fell to the floor at his feet.

  “Come shower with me.” Stassi pulled him to his feet and led him toward the bathroom where he could hear the shower had already been turned on. Steam began to build in the small room, but even the thought of hot water running down her slick, naked body, as tempting as it was, wasn’t enough to let her make this all about sex.

  “Stassi, babe, that’s not why I came over. I just wanted to take care of you.”

  “I know.” She tried to pull him into the bathroom, but he planted his feet and held firm. She turned to him, surprised at first, then smiled and let go of his hand. She wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a sweet kiss on his lips. “I know you didn’t come over for any reason other than because I was sick.” He groaned as she continued to leave small pecks across his cheek and down his throat. She placed her hands on top of his, and then moved them over the swells of her breasts and down the sides of her waist. She played with his fingers until they were underneath the elastic of her panties, just above her mound. “But Alec, baby, I want to take a shower.”

  Alec growled as she pushed his hands a little farther down, until his fingers barely brushed over her smooth pussy lips. He brought his hands to her ass, then squeezed and lifted her off the ground.

  She shrieked in surprise, then laughed as he tossed her on the bed. “The shower—”

  “It can fucking wait.” He ran his hands down her thighs, and when she tried to shimmy off her panties, he swatted her fingers away. “Leave them on.” He climbed up her body and brought one of her perfect nipples into his mouth. He teased his tongue around the smooth areola, then sucked until her whimpers sounded almost frantic. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment, then closed his teeth around her nipple and gave it a gentle bite.

  “Ah…” Stassi gasped as she arched her back beneath him. He loved the way she responded to his touch. The way she squirmed when he took control of her body. When she gave him control.

  He worked his tongue down her tight abdomen, then wrapped his hands around the back of her thighs, brought her knees t
ogether, and pushed forward until the tops of her thighs were flush with her stomach and chest. “Oh, Blondie, I can see the outline of your pretty pussy in your panties. It looks like you’re nice and wet for me, aren’t you?”

  Stassi nodded and extended her hands above her head, enjoying the way he worshipped her.

  Alec lowered his mouth until it hovered just over her pussy, then sank his teeth into her soft flesh.

  Stassi thrashed beneath him, but he held her still and continued to deliver bites and nibbles and long, deep licks to her sensitive skin over her panties. He knew he was teasing her, making her ache with need, and while he fucking loved it, the truth of the matter was he was torturing himself as well. He needed to feel her soft skin, her wetness, taste her essence. He fucking craved it. But he held off. He had plans for her perfect little pussy, and they didn’t involve coming. Not yet, anyway.

  He delivered one final suck to her sex, just below where she needed it the most, and backed away from the bed. He pushed his boxers down his legs, then kicked them off his feet. “Get that perfect ass in the shower.”

  Stassi stripped off her panties—the fact they were soaked in the middle only turned him on more—and let them fall to the floor. She stood on visibly shaky legs and made her way to the bathroom.

  Alec followed behind and admired her smooth backside as she pulled the shower curtain to the side, then stepped into the spray. The water cascaded down her body in long streams. It flowed over her breasts and stomach, and down her long legs. He went to kneel, to put his mouth on her again, but she stopped him.

  “No. Right now is about you.” She wrapped her fingers around his erection and squeezed.

  He leaned his head back against the cool tile and slightly tilted his hips forward, cursing through gritted teeth as her hot tongue ran up the length of him. His cock nudged the back of her throat as she took him deeper, her hand pumping him from root to tip. “Fuck, Stassi.”

  She smiled and hummed, the vibrations zinging through his body and settling deep in his belly.

  He struggled to open his eyes through the pleasure, but he wanted to see her. Her blonde hair was now a deep gold from the water, and the sight of her lips wrapped around his dick was enough to send him over the edge. “It’s coming. It—”

  Stassi squeezed his balls and sucked harder, and when he realized she wasn’t going to back away, he ran his fingers through her hair and grabbed a handful. He groaned as he came, legs shaking under him, her perfect lips continuing to run up and down his length as she swallowed his release. When he was fully spent, he helped her to her feet and hugged her into his chest. “You’re perfect. I don’t know how I’ve managed to spend this much of my life without you in it.”

  “Says the man who just got a blowjob.”

  He chuckled into her hair, then grabbed the soap and began to lather it onto her back.

  “So what do you have planned for today?” she asked between sighs of pleasure as he rubbed his soapy hands up and down her body. Across her breasts, over her tummy, and down to her sex.

  “I have to go into work. Care to join me?”

  “Oh definitely. I’ll wait tables.”

  “Smartass.” He moved her under the spray and rinsed her sudsy skin. “I meant maybe you could come later on when we’re about to close. I’ll save you some dinner and you can have a glass of wine while I close up.”

  Stassi glanced up, and the look of her damn near took his breath away. Makeup free face, freshly washed skin, her big blue eyes staring up at him…

  “I’m a fucking goner.” The words were out of his mouth before he could bite them back.

  “What?”

  “Nothing.” He switched sides with her and began to lather himself up. “So you’ll come by? Tonight?”

  Stassi stood up on tip toes and rubbed her nose against his. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

  Chapter Nine

  Stassi didn’t play hooky. Ever. Not once in her thirty-one years on this earth…but there was a first time for everything.

  Yep. That’s right. She’d called in sick to work. Truth be told, she had been ill yesterday, and there was little doubt her body needed some more rest. So all in all, she felt it was justified.

  She tipped her head back, delighting in the way the sunshine warmed her face. She’d already gone to the grocery store and picked up some wonderful fresh produce for her mother, as well as flowers, and a few lemon cookies from the bakery. Mmm. Lemon cookies. How she’d found them she’ll never know, but they were her true weakness.

  As she got into her car and began the trip to her mother’s house, she couldn’t help but smile. This wasn’t her, and she knew it. She didn’t walk around humming a song with a pep in her step. She felt like some sort of over-giggled cartoon princess. If she kept it up, eventually birds would be required to follow her around and help clean the house. Brush her hair. Maybe even sew a new wardrobe. No, this wasn’t Stassi Sanderson…and she liked it.

  It felt good, great, not to have to pretend to be happy. Not to plaster on a fake smile all the time and act as if her life was peaches and cream.

  Right now she felt…free. She usually only felt this way at the parties. They allowed her to be herself. A place where nobody expected anything from her. She could slip on a mask and just be.

  But Alec, he’d changed that. She knew it was her, that she was ready for a change, but to deny Alec had anything to do with it would be pure insanity. She was ready to make a change with him. He was a good man. She knew it to be true, and she couldn’t wait to learn more about him. To dive into what really made him tick.

  The way he’d taken care of her the night before…nobody had ever done that for her. Then this morning, fireworks wouldn’t be enough to truly demonstrate the way she’d felt. There was something about the way he touched her, whether with his hands or his mouth, it wasn’t merely physical contact. It was as if he melted into her. Like he took each imperfect part of her and connected it to his own broken pieces, and together they fit.

  She pulled into her mother’s driveway, grabbed the few bags from the passenger seat, and made her way down the gravel drive. She stopped and kicked the still broken step, shook her head, and climbed the stairs. She tapped the door a few times, then turned when she heard the sound of some kids down the road. They were all small, obviously the reason they weren’t in school on a Thursday morning, jumping rope and playing with sidewalk chalk. “Oh my gosh, Mom,” she said as the door opened, “those kids are too flipping cute. I—” Her words died in her throat as she turned and saw her father.

  They stared at one another, each not saying a word, long moments passing between them.

  Stassi finally cleared her throat and spoke in as confidant a voice as she could muster, though it still shook. “Where’s Mom?”

  “She’s out,” her father grunted back.

  “Where to?”

  “Not sure.”

  “Okay. When will she be back?”

  “Don’t know.”

  Stassi nodded and looked up at her father, in his eyes, for the first time in twenty-five years. She expected to feel anger, or absolute rage. She’d even settle for sadness. But she didn’t feel any of those things. She felt nothing. Absolutely. Nothing.

  “You just going to stand there?”

  “Uh, no. No I’m not.” She walked in and practically jogged to the kitchen, putting up the items she’d bought, then disposed of the bags. “So, um, how are you feeling?” she called into the living room.

  “I’m okay. I can’t stand this damn medicine.”

  “Why? Does it make you sick or something?”

  “No. Just hate taking it.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  “I’m glad you’re here. There’s something I’ve been wanting to talk to you about.” He groaned as he sat, the couch cushions protesting his decision. He adjusted the pillow behind his back, then looked up at Stassi. “It would mean a lot to your mother if we could get along. If you’d try.”


  “If I’d try?” Stassi couldn’t help the shocked edge in her voice. “Aren’t you the one who should be trying? I didn’t leave. I was six.”

  “Look, we’ve all made mistakes, and I—”

  “I. Was. Six.” Stassi crossed her arms and looked down at the ground, her anger returning, but also something else. Shame. As if she had any reason to be ashamed. He should. This grown man who chose to leave his family. Decided he didn’t have any responsibility to them at all. Just left and carried on with his life while they struggled. She felt hot tears of rage begin to prick her eyes. She hated the way she felt. Didn’t want to forgive this man. Why would she? He’d made his choice. “Why do you do this?”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Why do you do this? Every single time things are going okay, you pop back in and ruin everything. You left us. And now you’re back, for what, exactly? To latch onto my mother because everyone else has caught on to your bullshit? You might be able to get one over on her, but I’m no fool.” Stassi stood and made her way to the door, then turned and said everything she’d wanted to say since the day he left. “I want to hate you. I really do. I want to hate you and everything you’ve done to my mother. To me. To our family. But the truth is you mean nothing to me. I don’t love you. I don’t hate you. I don’t feel anything for you. I want to, but there’s just nothing there.” It was a lie and she knew it, but it was one she desperately needed to believe, so she grasped onto it with both hands.

  Her father stared at her for a long time, his face not giving anything away. He finally nodded, slowly, and spoke in a hushed tone. “I know I messed up, I’ll give you that. But you weren’t the best kid.”

  Stassi felt like he’d punched her in the gut. “What?”

  “You weren’t. You needed so much attention. From me. From your mother. It was just too much.”

  Stassi shook her head as the bile rose in her throat. “You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to make this my fault. I was a child.”