by Mj Fields
Seeing her slit in the candlelight makes my fucking mouth water.
Keeping her legs in the air, I lean in and lick her.
“No. You don’t—”
I lick her again.
“Aaron.”
And again.
“Ohmygod.”
Her body begins to shake as I push my tongue inside her, tasting her. I suck on her lips then shove my tongue deeper inside her, again and again, and again.
“So fucking good,” I groan as I spread her legs and lean down. I push my hands under her tight, round ass and lift it so I can bury my face between her legs.
“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohohohoh.” Her thighs clench around my neck.
I look up so I can see her come against my face, on my tongue.
“Inside. Me,” she says as her body tenses. “Please.”
I lick all the way up her slit then tongue her clit. Shock and confusion show on her face.
“Come for me, Lala. Come.” At that, I suck harshly on her clit, and she loses all control.
Bucking, crying out in pleasure, starting to sit up, lying back down, she fights her orgasm like she’s at war against it. Then her eyes lock with mine.
I lick and suck harder until she has no fight left, until she loses her reserve, until I taste her sweet cum on my tongue.
When she finally relaxes, I lie against her with her head between my elbows, holding my weight off her so I don’t crush her. I push her hair out of her eyes. “You come so fucking beautifully.”
She squints her eyes shut and purses her lips like she’s trying not to smile.
I kiss her forehead then her nose. “You taste so good.”
She opens her eyes and searches mine like she doesn’t believe me. I hold back the thought of any motherfucker making her feel otherwise. And, by motherfucker, I mean Elijah.
I lick my lips and press them against hers while I tell her, “Taste.”
Her lips move against mine as she asks, “So, if I, um, go down on you, you’d kiss me after?”
“Kiss you? I’d probably give you a standing ovation.”
She giggles.
“A couple of orgasms.”
She bites back a laugh.
“And, if you can fit it all in your mouth, probably a trophy.”
I feel her smile as she says, “Never had a trophy before.”
“By your body’s reaction to a couple of kisses between your legs, you’ve been missing out on a lot of things I’m going to give you. And I promise that what I give you won’t just collect dust like a fucking trophy.”
When I pull back and search her eyes in the candlelight, I see it. I see us. Us without him.
“Kiss me,” she whispers.
I lean in and brush my lips against hers, feeling her tongue licking around them.
“Killing me,” I groan then open my mouth wider. I slide my tongue into her mouth and against hers, and she wraps those pretty, bow-shaped lips around it. The way she sucks my tongue makes me nearly come.
I run the back of my hand down her body, over her perfect tits, down her soft belly, and between her tight, thick thighs. I slide my finger between her folds and her breath hitches. I press one inside her, and then a second, slowly fucking her with my fingers as I watch her face that is much more relaxed now than before.
“You look beautiful, Stella. So sexy. Do my fingers feel good inside you?”
“Mmhmm.”
Her pussy grows hotter and wetter with each stroke.
“My tongue is jealous of my fingers. You’re going to have to let me eat that sweet pussy as often as I fingerfuck you, understand?”
“Yes …” she moans.
When I can’t take it anymore, I pull my fingers out then lift them to her mouth. “Taste, Stella. Taste my new addiction.”
I use my other hand to push my pants down as she wraps her hand around my wrist and nurses on my fingers like a starved kitten.
When I push up on my knees, her eyes widen, and she releases my wrist. I pull my fingers from her mouth and stand.
“My God, you’re beautiful.” She whimpers as she puts her fingers between her legs and starts rubbing her clit.
I stroke my cock as she plays with her pussy.
“You keep doing that and I’m gonna blow it in my hand.”
She sits up, lifting her hand toward me while licking her lips.
“You wanna suck my cock, Stella?”
When she nods, I remember the shit he texted her.
“I’ll let you another time. Right now”—I kneel, take her hand, and suck on her fingers. Then I pull them out of my mouth, groaning at how fucking good she tastes—“I need to be inside you.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out a condom.
“Latex?” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I nod.
She looks down. “I’m allergic to latex.”
“You’re on the pill. I’m clean.”
“Me, too.”
“Christ, this is gonna be over before I get my tip in that tight pussy of yours.”
She looks up at me, looking slightly confused.
“Never put my dick in anyone without protection.”
She closes her eyes and sighs.
“Never wanted to until you. It’s always been you.”
She reaches up and grabs my face, bringing it to hers and kissing me with more desire than I have ever fucking experienced. She then leans forward, pushing me back.
Releasing one side of my face, she reaches down and grabs my cock. A whimper releases into my mouth as she drags the tip across her opening.
I lean back and slide my feet out from under me as she mounts me.
“Easy, baby,” I hiss. “You’re fucking tight.”
She rides me slowly, kissing me, taking a little bit of me with each rise and descent. I kneed her tit with one hand and her ass with the other.
She holds my shoulders and starts to move faster. I rub my finger up and down the crack of her ass, applying pressure to her tight little hole. She breaks our kiss, and her eyes widen when I rub my finger up and down her crack with more pressure.
I lean in and suck on her perfect tit as she rocks against me, soaking me with her heat and wetness.
I run another finger through her juices then up the crack of her ass, pushing my finger just a little inside her hole.
“Aaron,” her voice quivers.
“I won’t hurt you, Stella. I wanna make you feel good. I want to fill you. I want you to come so hard that you feel it for days, baby. I promise you that you’ll like it. Just relax.” I lean in and draw her nipple into my mouth, then the other as she rocks faster.
I push my finger in a little deeper, and she whimpers her pussy tightening. Then I palm her tit and squeeze it while pushing my finger in her ass knuckle deep.
“Feel good?”
“So good.” She rocks against me faster and faster.
I pull my finger out of her ass then rub up and down her crack, teasing her hole, sucking her tits, and now thrusting deeper inside her. She grips my shoulders, holding herself in place as I lean back and fuck her from the bottom with hard, fast, deep strokes that make her come hard, crying my name.
When my balls tighten, I wrap my arms around her back and flip her over, laying her gently on the floor as I fuck her missionary, eye to eye, balls deep inside my childhood crush, my teenage wet dream, the only girl I’ve ever jerked off to the thought of, my entire life.
When my cock pulses, I bury myself as deeply as I can inside her and cry out as I fill her with my cum.
20
Aaron
I wake up feeling more relaxed than I have all my fucking life, which is saying something since my bare ass is on a bamboo floor because Stella is all sprawled out on the couch cushions that I brought upstairs after round two in the shower, where I got her off two more times on my dick and once with the shower sprayer.
I thought she would sleep well, but she had nightmares half the night, and when I tried
to wake her, she apologized over and over in her sleep. The only time I woke her up fully was the last time because she was sobbing. She told me she thought it was because it was her last night here.
I held her until she fell asleep and stole all the blankets. Then I pretty much gave up and was content as hell watching her sleep. Just like I did every time I spent the night here, in this same room. The only difference is that I didn’t have to jerk off in the corner, imagining how good it would feel to have nothing between us.
I watch her eyes flutter open and hold my breath as they open on me. When she smiles, it seems ridiculous that I would think otherwise.
“Sleep well?”
Her smile gets bigger before she closes her eyes as she answers, “Of course I didn’t.”
“I promise tonight will be different.”
When she opens her eyes this time, her smile is still there, but something tells me it’s hiding something.
We stare at each other for a few seconds, and I can’t stand the silence already.
“Talk to me.”
“I’m staying with Autumn.”
When I lean in to kiss her, she closes her eyes tightly and turns her head, so I kiss her cheek.
“Lala, talk to me.”
As she sits up, the blanket falls, and I see bruises on her upper arms.
“Did I do that to you?” I ask, pulling the blanket down farther.
She looks at her arms then shakes her head.
“Jesus, Stella, was I that rough?”
“I fell. It’s no big deal.” She reaches down to pull the blanket up, bringing my attention to the fact that there are bruises on her wrists as well.
“What did I do?” I ask, taking her hands and pulling them out from under the blankets.
She pulls them back and hides them. “I’m fine.” She forces a laugh.
“I’m so sorry. I didn’t think I—”
She stands up abruptly, nearly falling off the cushions. When I reach to grab her, to help steady her, she jumps back.
“Just stop, okay?” She forces another laugh. “I’m Gucci.”
I stand up and grab my pants, shoving my legs in them as she bends down and grabs the throw blankets she had bought for staging. Then I grab the couch cushions.
“Anyway, could you give me a lift back to the city? I have a lot to do today.”
Before I can answer, she’s walking out the door.
“We can ride together. I didn’t drive.”
She looks back and raises her eyebrow before turning away as she hurries down the stairs.
“I took a car.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me.”
When we walk into the living room, I drop the cushions and take the blankets from her arms. “Stella, what the hell is going on?”
When I reach for her, she cringes. I take two steps back and hold my hands up. “If I hurt you in any way—”
“You just can’t let it go, can you?” she whispers as she picks up a couch cushion.
“If you’d let me know what it is that I need to let go of, then maybe.”
“Me, okay?” She shoves the couch cushion on the couch, turns, and then throws her hands in the air. “I’m staying with Autumn. I fell.”
“Bullshit.” I take her hand gently then lead her over to the mirror in the hall and turn her. “These are handprints.” I hold up her wrists. “These are fingermarks. If I did this and was too damn rough, I can tell you right now that it will never happen again.”
A loud knock on the door makes her jump.
“I got this. Go sit. I’ll make some tea, okay?”
She nods. Then, when the knocking on the door gets louder, she jumps again.
I run my hands gently up and back down her smooth skin. “Probably Ox and his wife here to get ready for the open house.”
“It’s a mess.” Her voice quivers.
“It’s fine.” I lead her over to the living room chair. “Sit and chill.” I kiss her head, and this time, she doesn’t pull away.
When the knock becomes more intense, I jog to the door. Opening it, I laugh. “Sorry.”
“Where is she?” His voice shakes in anger.
Red. I see fucking red.
“Get the hell out of my way,” he snarls.
I don’t move. “She’s not your concern anymore.” I glare at Elijah as he attempts to step inside. “So fucking leave.”
When he pushes against me, I push back, standing toe to toe with him.
“Stella!” he yells.
Her name coming out of his mouth so venomously enrages me.
Then I hear footsteps behind me and look back. He takes advantage, shoving me, knocking me back as he ambles into the house.
Adrenaline and anger kick in, my ears ringing, drowning out the sound of his curses, as I right myself and storm at him. Grabbing his shirt, I nearly lift him off the ground as he raises his hands and grips my hair. I toss him against the wall, him still pulling at my hair. Then he presses his thumbs into my eyes, and I shove him into something, to which he loses his grip.
He rakes his nails down my face, clawing at me like the bitch he is. I toss him to the ground then lunge at him, placing one hand over his throat, pinning him to the ground. “You little bitch. Fight like a man!” I raise my fist to punch him when the sound of her voice cuts through the ringing.
“Stop! Stop! Please just stop!”
“Is this what you want, Stella? To be the whore to an animal like this?”
I squeeze his throat hard enough to shut him up. “Don’t you ever talk to her like that!”
I’m drawing back my arm again to punch him when two hands grip me from behind and pull me off him.
“I think that’s enough,” Ox says in a calm and amused voice.
“Get the fuck out of here.” I land one good kick to Elijah’s side before I’m dragged into the other room.
“Don’t fucking leave her in there with that piece of shit!” I yell at Ox, looking toward the doorway where she is between two of Ox’s boys while Elijah stands and smooths his shirt.
“You want to explain what the hell is going on?” he asks her.
“She dumped your sorry ass last night. Get the fuck out.” I try to pull away from Ox and his other two kids.
“Aaron, stop!”
“Would you like to explain why I woke up to an empty bed this morning after last night?”
“You wish, motherfucker!” My body shakes in anger at hearing the lies coming out of his mouth.
“To a note? After five years together, I get a note?”
When Elijah steps toward her, I try to pull away again.
“Easy, Despacito,” one of Ox’s boys whispers.
A loud laugh erupts from Ox.
“Let me fucking go or I’ll—”
“My boys aren’t gonna let a damn thing happen to that girl,” Ox says with what sounds like a smile in his voice, but my eyes are glued to the fucker who just said Stella left his bed last night.
When he steps closer, the boys step in front of her.
“Like I said,” Ox whispers.
“She’s mine to protect,” I argue.
“Yeah, well, you’ve got blood dripping down your face, and he has murder in his eyes. So, like I said, they got this shit.”
“Stella, come with me.” Elijah’s calm voice shakes with hidden rage.
“Over my dead fucking body!”
Stella covers her face and silently sobs into her hands.
“Tell him to leave, Stella.”
When she doesn’t say anything, I’m struck with a sick feeling in my stomach.
“Stella!” I yell at her.
“Both of you leave!” she screams as she crouches down into a ball. “Now! Go!”
Ox’s two sons step toward Elijah. “Lady says go,” one tells him.
“I can forgive one mess up, Stella. But if you don’t get it together soon, I’m done.”
She’s now sobbing and on her knees.
> “Okay, High Roller, time for you to step,” one of the boys tells Elijah, and he glares at him. “Do. You. Speak. English. Amigo?”
“I speak four languages,” Elijah snaps.
“Largate! ¡Vete! ¡Fuera de acá!” he sneers.
Elijah looks past them and at her. “I’ll be waiting for you to contact me, Stella. But you mess up again, and there is no turning back.”
I rip away from Ox and his two boys, running toward Elijah. However, his other two sons grab me before I get to him.
He turns and smiles at me. “You think she’ll settle for you? Your mother even knew better than to stay with a man like your father and went for a man who had a brain and work ethic, unlike you and your father.”
When he turns to walk away, I kick him square in the ass, and he stumbles for the door.
When he opens it, he turns back and looks at me. “You’ll regret that.”
“Not in a million fucking years, shitbag.”
As soon as the two boys let go of me, I turn, drop to my knees, and hug her sobbing, shaking body. “You’re okay. Shh … It’s all going to be okay. I have so much to tell you. So fucking much. Shit from years back. But you just have to trust me like I trust you.
“He spews lies to hurt people. He wants to use you to hurt me because it was always you and me, and he knew it. He played on my sympathies and insecurities back then, and I was so fucking stupid. It will never happen again, Stella. I will never be that young, stupid fuck who believed he was better for you than me.”
She opens her eyes, and I let out a sigh of relief.
Pushing her hair away from her face, she wipes her thumb across mine. “You’re bleeding.”
“I don’t give a damn. Tell me you’re okay.”
She nods, and I smile.
“We’re going to be okay. I don’t believe a word he said, okay?”
She looks down.
“Stella, he’s a sick fuck. A liar. A manipulator.”
Tears start falling again, and her lower lip wobbles.
“Baby, talk to me.”
“Aaron …” She looks at me so fucking sadly as she shakes her head back and forth.
