Stella

 

Stella felt all the warmth leave her body as Nicole exited her apartment, probably heading over to see Ian. She felt completely cold, like all of the hope she felt before tonight had abandoned her body at the same time.

 

“I don’t know what to do,” she whispered out loud, more to herself than to anybody else. Mark was still around, but honestly sometimes it was hard to remember that given how silent and still he usually was.

 

But maybe he was just waiting for Nicole to leave, as he now walked over to the couch and sat down next to Stella. “You can’t do anything about it tonight,” he said.

 

“Yeah, well, I can’t do anything about it tomorrow, either,” Stella said, a little more harshly than she’d intended. It wasn’t like she was mad at Mark or anything, but she couldn’t listen to reason right now. Her entire brain was buzzing, and not in a good way. It was like all of her thoughts were rushing to be heard, to be voiced all at the same time, bumping into each other until all Stella could make out was incoherent static.

 

The more she tried to hold on to any string of thought, anything that could be reassembled into something resembling a plan, the more she sunk into despair. There was nothing she could do. Cameron was going to come in on his bike and ride over her shiny new life before she even got a chance to really enjoy or explore it.

 

“You need to get some sleep,” Mark said. “You’re not going to be able to do anything but beat yourself up about it right now, and that’s really not going to help anything.”

 

Stella nodded, even if some part of her wanted to fight back and argue against Mark’s reassuring message. “I don’t know if I can sleep here tonight,” she mumbled, picturing herself rolling around in her bed for hours on end as memories of the confrontation between Wesley and Cameron haunted her mind.

 

“So don’t,” Mark said, and Stella finally turned to look at him, confused as to what he meant. “Come to my place. Sleep there instead. You’re not going to be able to think clearly or do your job if you’re running on no sleep.” Stella said nothing in response, staring at him like he was speaking another language entirely, until Mark got to his feet and stood above her, staring down at her expectantly. “Come on, you’re just wasting time here sitting still and doing nothing. Come back to my place and you can relax.”

 

Stella was still frozen on the spot, so in shock that she honestly felt like she might have hallucinated Mark’s offer to come back to his apartment with him. He’d never suggested anything like that before, not even for sex. Did this mean he actually cared about her? Or was he just annoyed about her moping and doing something out of the goodness of his heart to make her stop?

 

Finally, Mark sighed heavily and offered his hand forward, keeping it outstretched until Stella’s brain finally got with the program and grabbed it. Mark pulled her to her feet, grabbing her other arm and rubbing her bare skin a few times before pulling away entirely. “Get a coat. You’re going to need it.”

 

Over the next fifteen minutes, Mark drove them over to his place, not saying anything on the ride over. Stella just stared out the window at the blank blandness of the town around her. She didn’t know why she cared so much about this stupid place. It had never done her any good, ever since she’d moved here. But still, she couldn’t stomach the thought of Cameron being in control of every last inch of the town. It made her feel like she was going to throw up just thinking about it.

 

Finally, they pulled up to Mark’s apartment, which Stella actually recognized. It was one of Ian’s properties that he rented out to various people for extra cash. Stella hesitated for a moment before leaving the car, afraid that she was going to run into Ian and have to deal with his awkward attempts to get information out of her. But then Mark, who’d already exited the car, walked around and opened her door for her, reaching in to take her hand, and suddenly Stella didn’t feel quite so terrified anymore.

 

“Thank you for this,” she murmured as they stepped into Mark’s warm, toasty apartment. Stella slipped her jacket off and dropped it on the couch, letting the heat of the apartment wrap around her body.

 

“It’s nothing,” Mark said, grabbing Stella’s coat to hang up in the closet just inside the apartment’s entrance. “Have you eaten?”

 

“I can’t,” Stella said with a sigh. Please don’t make me eat, she added silently. Her stomach was way too torn-up, eating itself alive out of anxiety, to add anything to the mix.

 

Fortunately, Mark didn’t push the matter. He just nodded and pointed to the back of his studio apartment, where his bed was. “You can go ahead and lie down if you want. I’ll take the couch tonight.”

 

Stella stood still in the center of the room, staring at the welcoming bed at the opposite end and considering her options. It was tempting, to just go ahead and curl up under the covers, allowing herself to forget the whole day. But on the other hand, she knew she wouldn’t be able to slip off into sleep that easily, not with memories of Cameron’s vague threats against Wesley and the Haven rolling around in her head.

 

“Can you maybe lie down with me?” Stella asked after a slight pause. “It’s just that I’d feel so guilty about you sleeping on the couch in your own apartment, you know, like you should really be able to sleep in the bed and I should take the couch, if anything…” She trailed off, averting her eyes to the carpet to avoid seeing any look of judgment in Mark’s eyes. It was so stupid of her to even ask. It was obvious what she really wanted, to cuddle up in Mark’s arms and let the sweet heat of his body lull her to sleep.

 

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Mark said casually, as if it was no big deal. “Let me just change my clothes really quickly.”

 

Stella expected Mark to go into the bathroom to change, but instead he just walked past her, over to the dresser by the bed to get out a fresh pair of boxers before stripping down to his naked form. Stella gasped under her breath at the sight of Mark’s firm, taut ass. God, it was so tempting to touch, to just reach out and grab…

 

But she caught hold of herself, forcing her gaze back down to the floor while Mark changed into a new pair of boxers and lay down on the bed. “Come on,” he said a moment later, an edge of impatience seeping into his voice as he instructed her to hurry up.

 

Stella walked over to the bed but paused before getting in with him, staring down at his hard, solid abs, which rose and fell along with his breath. Stella would be more comfortable, too, if she just got out of some of her clothes, right? It was innocent, just wanting to speed the sleep process up as much as possible so she wouldn’t have to think about Cameron and the Haven and the whole fucking mess. Stella knew she was lying to herself, but she decided not to argue with her inner thoughts anymore, shrugging out of her shirt and jeans until she was just in her bra and panties.

 

“Get under the covers,” Mark said, lifting up the blanket in invitation. “It’s warm, I promise.”

 

Stella felt herself smiling again for the first time that night as she complied, stepping over Mark to get to the other side of the bed. She wrapped the blankets around her body as tightly as she could, willing her body to warm up so she could slide off into sleep.

 

But a second later, Mark’s foot nudged hers, making her freeze in place, unsure of what to do in response. “You’re cold,” Mark murmured, moving his foot up and down her ankle and the lower half of her leg. “Let me warm you up.”

 

Stella exhaled shakily as Mark’s words sunk into her brain, the meaning hiding between them becoming clearer as she turned to see a fire burning in his eyes. He wanted her. He wanted her bad.

 

Stella flipped over on her side and tentatively reached her arm forward to wrap around Mark’s shoulders, tugging him a little closer to her body. “Thank you,” she whispered, biting down on her bottom lip nervously. “I’m really cold.”

 

“I know. I can feel it,” Mark said softly, his hands finding her waist and squeezing a little to warm her up. “Are you always this cold?”

 

“Have been recently,” Stella answered, gaining the confidence to tangle her legs together with Mark’s, relishing the feeling of his leg hairs brushing up against her bare limbs.

 

“I can fix that,” Mark said, wrapping his arm around Stella’s torso and pulling her flush against his chest. “There. That’s better, isn’t it?”

 

“Mm-hmm,” Stella murmured, settling her head down on Mark’s shoulder. She couldn’t stop herself. She had to drop a soft kiss against his skin, right above his collarbone. “You’re good at holding people.”

 

Mark chuckled a little, low and soft, deep in his throat. “I don’t know about that. I haven’t had a lot of practice.”

 

Stella pulled her head back a little to stare up into Mark’s eyes. “I find that hard to believe.”

 

“It’s true,” Mark said. “I don’t really do this.”

 

“Cuddling?” Stella suggested, even though she felt a little afraid that using that word might scare Mark off.

 

“Well, any of it, really,” Mark said, and his tone came out stiff and uncomfortable, but he didn’t pull away physically, at the very least.

 

Stella decided not to push the topic any further. She was probably crossing some invisible boundary with Mark already, and she needed him close to her tonight. She didn’t want to scare him off. “You’re so warm,” she sighed instead, squeezing harder around his waist, like she was attempting to pull Mark inside of her body. She needed direct contact, to feel him on every inch of her skin. Her hands began to drift, scratching their way up and down his back. She pulled back a little to watch his face, to see if there was any displeasure hiding within his eyes, but they slid shut instead, his mouth falling open a little bit as she lightly scratched down his spine.

 

“That feels nice,” Mark murmured a few moments later, sighing deeply as his muscles noticeably unclenched under Stella’s touch.

 

“Good,” Stella whispered. “Just relax.” She began rubbing a little harder, pressing down at the hard space between his shoulder blades until he gasped a little at the sensation. “Too hard?” she asked, checking in.

 

Mark shook his head several times in quick succession. “Nope. No, no, keep going. Please.”

 

Stella reached down lower, closer to his ass, pressing her thumbs in deep into his skin until she felt the muscles give way, relaxing under her fingertips. It was exhilarating, feeling the rush of power that she had over his body, making him do what she wanted. Right now, she wanted him to loosen up, to drop every last disguise from his body and show her the real Mark.

 

But after several more minutes of deep massage, all of a sudden his eyes flew open and he pushed her hands away, making Stella feel a shock of loss that sent chills back down her spine. Did she do something wrong, touch him the wrong way? Did she scare him?

 

But Mark grabbed her hands again a second later, pinning them down onto the sheets below them. “Don’t go distracting me,” Mark said, applying pressure to make sure that Stella’s hands stayed in place. “This is about you.”

 

Stella was at a loss for words, unsure of what to say and not even confident that she understood what he meant, but she stayed still as Mark pushed her body down flat on the mattress and straddled her waist, lifting the blanket up so it still covered most of their bodies.

 

Before she could ask him what he was doing or if she’d fucked up by rubbing him too hard or too soft or in the wrong place, he leaned down and smashed their mouths together firmly, squeezing harder at her hands while his lips massaged hers.

 

“Getting warmer now, aren’t you?” Mark whispered into her mouth before sliding down to nibble at her chin, lightly biting his way along her jawline until he found the sensitive spot right under her ear.

 

“Ugh, fuck,” Stella breathed out helplessly, squeezing back at Mark’s fingers just to have something to hold onto.

 

Mark nudged her head aside so he could get at the side of Stella’s neck, dragging his teeth down from her ear to her collarbone, then back up again, applying more and more pressure each time until Stella was squealing like a little girl at the sensation of Mark’s teeth digging hard into her skin.

 

He pulled one of his hands away from hers, but not before muttering, “Stay put,” into her ear, reaching down to her underwear. Stella inhaled deeply, trying to get herself to stay as calm as possible while Mark’s fingers toyed with the hem of her panties, brushing inside against her softest skin.

 

“That feels good,” she murmured, and she wasn’t even sure whether she was referring to Mark’s teeth and tongue on her shoulder or his fingers dancing along her privates. Both felt so good, making all of her muscles sink down into the mattress below her body, all of her defenses crumbling away to nothing as a result of Mark’s blisteringly hot touch.

 

“Good,” Mark whispered into her skin, right before sinking his teeth deep into the flesh of her upper arm, sucking hard until the pain almost became unbearable, before finally pulling away and applying soothing licks with his tongue. “You’re a good girl, you know that?”

 

“I was bad for a really long time,” Stella whispered, thinking back on all her years with Cameron, all those times when she sat by and said nothing while he mistreated people, threatened people, took over half the town without anyone ever resisting or putting up even a semblance of a fight.

 

She half-expected Mark to argue with her, to tell her that she’d always been good, but instead he just pressed his lips softly against her now-bruised arm, leading all the way back up to her collarbone, before whispering, “It doesn’t matter. You’re good now.”

 

Stella exhaled heavily, letting Mark’s words truly sink in, his beautiful eyes looking hard into hers like he was trying to melt into her body. Stella couldn’t help but think that she wouldn’t even mind it if he did. She wanted him inside of her. She wanted to feel it.

 

Mark’s mouth moved further south down her body, stopping in the middle of her chest. He finally pulled his other hand away from Stella’s, and she knew by now to keep her hands in place above her head, even though her arm muscles ached a little bit from lack of movement. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was obeying him, showing him what a good girl she was, showing him how much she wanted him inside of her.

 

“Why are you wearing this stupid fucking thing?” Mark muttered, nosing at her bra.

 

Stella opened her mouth to answer, but before she could get any words out, Mark lifted her torso with one hand, reaching under her body to unclasp her bra with ease. Then he yanked at the straps on her shoulders, pulling her bra off and sending it sailing across the apartment. Her breasts were now available for Mark to bite and kiss and lick. He latched his mouth onto one of her nipples, sucking gently at first and then harder and harder as Stella whined and moaned.

 

The urge to move her hands and clutch his head, to encourage him to suck harder or pull more forcefully, was almost overwhelming, but she resisted it, keeping her arms as still as possible while Mark attacked her chest. “So fucking good. So fucking tasty, goddamn,” Mark muttered into her breasts. “Such nice fucking tits.”

 

“Thank you,” Stella breathed out in response, trying to keep her breathing calm and steady so as not to disturb Mark’s work. He moved to the other breast, sucking hard on that nipple while his fingers lightly tweaked and circled the other one, making her feel like her chest was on fire, every nerve ending twitching to life, one by one by one.

 

Meanwhile, his other hand still teased at the line of her underwear, going a little deeper into her panties with each passing minute, his nails dancing along the sensitive skin above her pussy. Stella felt herself getting wetter already, even before her cunt had been touched, her heartbeat thudding in between her legs like a war drum, getting harder and harder, more insistent, as Mark finally slipped below her breasts, following the line of her abs down to the space right above her underwear. He licked a long line from hip to hip, nibbling at her hipbones lightly, just enough to tickle her and make her laugh.

 

“Feels good,” she whispered as Mark looked up with a question in his eyes, wordlessly asking her if everything was okay. It was so weird. They barely knew each other, for Christ’s sake. Mark barely even spoke, but it was like in the absence of words he had another way to communicate, just with Stella, piercing through all the bullshit, all the unnecessary syllables just to get to the things that mattered.

 

Stella began to pant harder, her lungs burning a little with the effort of providing her rushing blood the nutrients it needed as Mark’s teeth came out to play again, pulling at the fabric of her underwear until the cool air hit the top of her pussy.

 

“So pretty,” Mark said between gritted teeth, staring up at her with a flaming, penetrating gaze that almost shook her to her core. “So fucking pretty.” His voice was practically a growl at this point, like the animal inside of him had finally woken up, and it was hungry.

 

Without any further warning, Mark yanked her underwear down to her knees with one pull, his whole body shifting as he dove headfirst into her cunt, spreading her legs open and propping them on his shoulders to give him better access to her most secret, sacred area.

 

“Mm, fuck,” he muttered into her skin as he licked right between her labia, making Stella feel like he was opening her up like a flower, spreading her open like petals stretching toward the sunlight.

 

“Shit,” Stella breathed out as Mark took one of her lower lips between his teeth, sucking lightly at first and then more firmly as she groaned, her hips twitching forward of their own accord, the desire to fuck Mark’s face becoming totally overwhelming as he sucked harder and harder, taking all of her inner juices into his wet warm mouth. “Ugh, fuck!” she cried out, her hands trembling even as she forced them to remain above her head, even as they clenched into fists, her nails digging into her skin just to anchor herself down into this moment.

 

If she wasn’t careful, she was going to come right away, and she knew it would be so much sweeter, so much more precious if she waited, letting all the sensations build onto each other, crushing each other into something more beautiful and brilliant than any one of them could be on their own.

 

Just as Stella was getting accustomed to the feeling of Mark’s mouth wrapped around her lips, his fingers appeared out of nowhere, dancing along the lower half of her cunt, playing around in her wetness, spreading it around until the whole area was practically drenched. “God, fuck me, fuck me, please, do it,” Stella whispered, thrusting her hips up to encourage Mark’s fingers to go inside of her. “I can take it. I can fucking take it.”

 

Mark chuckled lightly and licked his way up to the top of her cunt, stopping just below her clit. He moved one hand up there as well, pressing down hard with two fingers while his tongue began to apply short, hard, fast licks just under her clit, making her feel more desperate than she’d ever felt before in her entire life. She needed to touched, goddammit, to have her burning clit be rubbed and sucked.

 

But Mark wasn’t giving it to her, instead sending strong vibrations from the area around her clit, causing her legs to start trembling on top of his shoulders. She felt like her clit was wrapped in flames that never quite touched her, boxed into a tiny corner while sensations surrounded the rest of her body, licking their way up from her cunt, up and down her legs, coursing through her torso until they clutched at her heart.

 

“Goddammit!” she cried out, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets underneath her body just to have something to hold so she wouldn’t come flying off the bed.

 

Mark just laughed right into her skin, sucking some of the sensitive flesh of her cunt in between his lips again, rolling it around inside his mouth until Stella felt like she was on a rollercoaster of pleasure, feeling herself get even wetter as his teeth brushed up against her clit a few times on his quest to tease her to the edge of oblivion.

 

“Fuck, shit, baby, fuck!” Stella called out, squeezing harder at the sheets until she pulled the edge of them off the corner of the mattress. But she didn’t care. She felt like she was going to implode, her head swimming around with intense sensations that she couldn’t escape, while all her thoughts went silent, pushed to the dark corners of her mind while her body took control.

 

A second later, Mark’s other hand made a reappearance, scratching lightly at the insides of her thighs before finding the bottom of her cunt again. He slipped the tip of one finger inside her dripping hole, making little circles to match the rhythm he’d established with his mouth. Mark began pressing his whole tongue down on the area just under her clit, while his fingers moved the area just above it, moving in small, hard rotations that reverberated inside her cunt, making her inner walls contract and expand in anticipation of what was going to come next.

 

Mark sunk his finger in a little deeper, spreading her open even as she squeezed tightly around him, her hips involuntarily shifting downward to accept more of him inside. “Please fuck me, please fucking fuck me, I need it,” Stella whispered, rolling her hips down as Mark penetrated her deeper, moving around in circles to brush up against a hundred sensitive spots inside of her. “Yes, ugh, that’s right, that’s fucking right, right there.”

 

He kept his finger against the right spot inside Stella, tapping it lightly until she felt her pulse return to her cunt, thumping up against her inner walls like it was trying to escape. At the same time, his other fingers finally relented, slipping down on her clit, but only to give it slight, soft, teasing touches, only lasting a second at a time.

 

Stella groaned in impatience, wishing she could release the fistfuls of bedsheet that she was holding to grab his hands and mouth and force him to do what she wanted. But she held back. He knew exactly what he was doing, torturing her to the edge of her orgasm and then pulling back, not letting her fall over that cliff just yet. She knew she’d have to earn it, with Mark’s thick cock inside of her, and honestly, she couldn’t fucking wait. She wished she could have it right now, but she’d hold herself back. She’d be a good girl. She’d prove to him that she deserved every last bit of pleasure that he was willing to give her.

 

Mark sucked harder on her lower lips, his mouth making loud smacking noises as he pulled away, his tongue brushing up against the underside of her clit at the same time that his fingers tapped the upper portion of it, setting a rhythm that Stella’s blood soon matched, pulsing in time with Mark’s movements.

 

“You’re so good at this,” she whispered as he licked a little harder, making her feel like new flames were being kindled inside of her, her cunt feeling like a volcano that was about to burst open at any second now.

 

The next minute, Mark added another finger to Stella’s hole, positioning it parallel to the other one so that it could press up against her special spot. Stella gave him some unnecessary aid, shoving her hips down to encourage more friction inside of her. “That’s it. That’s fucking it,” she moaned, throwing her head back against the pillow, her eyes rolling up in the back of her head as his fingers moved faster, pulling out just the slightest bit before shoving back in, thrusting hard against the sensitive spot on her inner wall.

 

“Yeah, go wild for me, baby,” Mark whispered into her cunt before turning his head and biting the inside of her thigh, as hard as he could, making Stella scream louder than she’d ever had before in her entire life.

 

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh!” Stella cried out, loosening her grip on the bedsheets as her hands went numb, her whole mind now focused only on the whirlwind of sensations between her legs. Mark’s fingers felt merciless as they pounded into her now, spreading her wider apart in preparation for his cock. At the same time, his mouth was so warm and wet, so welcoming as it finally wrapped around her clit, his tongue slowly pressing against her pulsing little nub, making her heart pound even harder and faster inside of her.

 

“Yeah, you going to fucking come, baby?” Mark asked as he pulled away, still dragging his tongue along the top half of her cunt, making her cry out and dig her nails into the mattress.

 

“No,” Stella finally whispered, feeling sweat course down from her head, down her neck, to her back.

 

“No?” Mark asked, clearly confused and slowing his motions down but never quite stopping them.

 

Stella shook her head, trying to summon the ability to speak clearly and coherently so she could make Mark understand her meaning. “I mean, I am, but I want to wait.”

 

“For what?” Mark asked, his fingers returning to their previous pace, making it harder for Stella to answer the question.

 

“For you,” Stella whispered, even as her hips began bouncing up and down on the bed, making the bedsprings squeak in complaint. But she didn’t care if she looked overeager, if she looked desperate. She was desperate, feeling a huge gap inside of her that just had to be filled, even if it hurt. 

 

Mark smiled up at her, looking so warm and kind and content that he almost looked like a different person entirely. Stella just knew, looking at that expression, that she’d forever regret it if she didn’t memorize every last detail. But then Mark curved his fingers inside of Stella and her vision went white for a long, glorious moment where she felt like she was floating, levitating above the bed with the sheer power of her feelings.

 

Stella gasped for air as soon as she was able to think again, her heart trembling inside of her like it had stopped beating and had to be shocked back to life. “Mark…” Stella whimpered out as her breath tore up her throat. “Mark, please. Please.”

 

Mark sucked Stella’s clit into her mouth, then, pulling at it gently with his teeth until agonized moans left her throat. The next second, he began furiously pumping his fingers in and out of her hole, moving his hand in frantic circles to touch as much of her as he could. Stella felt herself building, up and up and up, the hot feelings in her cunt becoming almost painful as they grew in intensity. It was going to happen, with or without Stella’s permission, if he kept moving his fingers this way, fucking her so hard and fast and deep, wrecking her cunt with his motions.

 

“Oh! Ungh! Shit, baby! Shit, baby, it’s happening, it’s hap—” Stella cut herself off with a silent scream, every muscle in her body tensing up as she approached the top of that hill inside of her…

 

But then Mark pulled out of her, leaving her cold and empty, her hips falling back down on the bed as her legs gave out, trembling. Stella hadn’t even remembered lifting her torso up off the mattress in the first place, but it didn’t matter now. She was feeling the aftershocks of her almost-orgasm, threads of pleasure still shaking their way through her veins. Stella was highly conscious of the sweat that had pooled off her body, onto the mattress under her back, while her mouth was completely dry, like a desert without even a tumbleweed to distract from the blazing hot sun.

 

Mark slowly climbed his way up her body, dropping soft, sweet, gentle kisses on the top of her legs and up her hips and arms until he got to her face. “You did good back there, kid,” he whispered softly before leaning in to press his mouth against her cheek. “You held back for me.”

 

“Yeah,” Stella whispered, blowing out her breath and finally moving her hands to wipe the sweat away from her forehead. “It was really tough. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to build up that high again, you know.”

 

“You mean you might not come hard tonight because you got so close and didn’t come?” Mark asked, gently rubbing the side of her head, moving her hair back into place from where it wandered during the vigorous, full-body-shaking finger-fucking session.

 

Stella nodded, letting her eyes slip shut as Mark’s fingers danced lightly, almost teasingly over her skin, letting the numbed-out parts of her face slowly spring back to life, in their own time. She knew that if she allowed herself to relax for even a second, she could slip into the best sleep of her life. But somehow she knew that Mark needed her almost as much as she needed him tonight.

 

She wasn’t going to fall asleep without trying to get him off as a thank you for helping her relax like this. She slowly moved her hands, tentatively reaching out to brush up against Mark’s face, feeling the rough patches where his stubble was poking through. God, he was such a man. So fucking muscular and big and strong. Stella wished she could steal some of that strength, store it deep inside of her own heart.

 

“You’re so soft,” Mark whispered, dragging his lips along the side of Stella’s face until they stopped at her forehead, giving her a sweet lingering kiss that made all of her thoughts flutter away from the center of her mind, allowing her to focus instead on the sensations of her soothed body. “You’re so nice to touch.”

 

“Thank you,” Stella whispered, lifting her hands to tangle through Mark’s wavy hair, rubbing his scalp in circles in an attempt to give him even a fraction of the deep relaxation he’d given to her with his fingers and his mouth. “You, too.”

 

Mark shifted a little, settling properly between Stella’s still-open legs but bracing his weight above her torso with his arm pinned down above her head, keeping her in place. “You want to touch me?” Mark asked, a slight teasing tone hiding somewhere within his voice.

 

“Mm-hmm,” Stella said, unable to fight the smile that had to spread across her face. “It’s really fun.”

 

“You like playing with me, huh?” Mark said, pushing her hair away from her eyes and smirking down at her, the confidence practically seeping out of him. “You like having a part of me inside of you?”

 

Stella immediately flushed, thinking back to last time, when Mark came inside her cunt. God, that was hot. And bad. Very bad. Bad behavior she couldn’t repeat.

 

But she wasn’t about to lie to Mark, exactly. “Yes,” she answered honestly, dragging her hand down from Mark’s head to the back of his neck, teasing his skin with her fingernails.

 

“I like being inside of you, too,” Mark whispered before licking a line from her neck to her ear, nipping at the lobe with his teeth until Stella whined and wrapped her arm more tightly around his shoulders, tugging him closer. He finally sealed his mouth over hers, licking into its depths before massaging her tongue, reawakening the parts of her that had blown themselves out before, when she nearly came.

 

Stella deepened the kiss even more, gripping onto the back of Mark’s head with one hand while her other one slid down his back, rubbing over his erect spine and moving down to clutch his ass. “You want more?” Stella whispered as soon as Mark pulled back an inch from her mouth.

 

Mark smirked, his teeth looking sharp and gleamingly white in the light of his apartment. “What do you think?”

 

“I think,” Stella began, cutting herself off to kiss Mark, biting a little at his bottom lip and grinning inwardly at the sound of a tiny whine deep in his throat, “that you want to fuck me so bad you can hardly stand it.”

 

Mark laughed, but it wasn’t a mocking noise. He noisily kissed the side of her face, going down to her throat again and licking at her pulse, growling a little as she clutched the back of his head harder. “Yeah, that’s about right,” he said huskily into her ear, dragging his hands down her torso, digging deep into the sides of her hips. “You okay with that? Huh?”

 

Stella pulled his head up to crash their lips together, sucking on him as hard as she could just to taste his unique flavor. At the same time she dragged her nails down his back forcefully, digging into his skin and making him moan out brokenly into her mouth. She loved feeling him crumble a little bit above her, losing control more and more with each passing second. It was so exhilarating, knowing that she had that power over him, that despite his cold, steely exterior, something could get to him. Something could touch him. Something could make him feel vulnerable.

 

“I’m more than okay with it,” she finally answered him as soon as breath returned to her lungs. She rubbed soothingly down his back before surprising him by slapping him on the ass, hard enough that it probably left a red mark in her wake. She squeezed his thick muscular flesh with both hands, urging him closer, deeper into her body. “I fucking need it, baby.”

 

“Yeah?” Mark said, outright torturing her with the teasing at this point. “Is that right? You need my fucking cock to survive, isn’t that right, baby?” He bit down on her chin, sucking lightly before letting go and moving down to the hollow of her throat, biting at the skin before licking around in hot circles that urged Stella to start rotating her hips against his.

 

“I fucking need it. Goddammit, give it to me now,” she said, thrusting her hips up against him so that her cunt brushed up against his stomach. He must have felt how wet she was because he laughed in disbelief and shook his head, smiling broadly before he leaned down again to kiss her deeply.

 

“Yeah, I’ll give it to you, baby,” Mark said hotly against her ear before he shifted his weight on top of her, reaching down to grab his cock and line it up against her hole. Before he pushed in, Stella became suddenly aware that there wasn’t a condom separating them again. She had enough time to stop him, to insist that he wear one if he was going to fuck her, but she realized, in an oddly peaceful way, that she didn’t want him to. She wanted to feel his bare cock inside of her again. She wanted to feel him shatter and come apart.

 

Mark shoved inside, sticking half of his cock deep into her on the first go. Stella cried out loudly and dug her nails hard into his lower back, dragging up and down as she attempted to become accustomed to the thick heaviness inside of her, pressing up against her walls. “Ugh, yes, spread me open,” she said, squeezing her thigh muscles around Mark’s legs. “Do it to me, baby.”

 

He pulled out a little, keeping the head of his dick lodged inside of Stella’s cunt, before shoving back in, going deeper than before. “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” Mark whispered, growling and bending his head down to bite at her neck, making Stella feel like she was his prey, rightfully belonging to him, open for anything he had in mind.

 

Stella laughed joyously and moved her head to give him more space to work with on her neck, rubbing furiously at his back and roaming down to his ass to feel the hard muscles under his skin. She knew just by touching him that he could totally wreck her if he wanted to. He could absolutely destroy her pussy, and she wouldn’t even be mad about it. But still, he was holding back, going slower than she would have expected, getting her used to the feeling of him inside of her.

 

Mark repeated the thrusts a few more times, shoving in and out until most of his cock was inside of Stella’s small hole and relatively comfortable. Her walls were thrumming with some kind of energy, all of her spots humming with pleasure inside of her as he moved back and forth, back and forth, creating delicious friction that had her throwing her head back and sighing happily. Even if she didn’t come today, she’d be content with this, having him rub up inside of her with so much skill.

 

Stella encouraged Mark to kiss her again, as deep as he could while still maintaining the momentum of his hips, pushing in and out of her with more and more speed every few thrusts or so. The warmth inside of her was so wonderful, so comforting. Stella felt a little bit like she was being rocked to sleep, except there was no way she was going to pass out anytime soon, not with Mark beginning to grunt and moan a little before her, his eyes sliding shut a few seconds before he spoke again.

 

“You let me fuck you raw, huh? That’s the type of girl you are?” Mark grunted into Stella’s ear, his teeth coming out to scrape against the sensitive spot right behind her ear, causing her to shiver and hold on to him more tightly.

 

“Yes,” she whispered to answer his question. “Yes, that’s the kind of girl I am. Is it bad?”

“No,” Mark said firmly, kissing her softly before pulling off to bite at her neck in between the rest of his words. “You’re such a good girl. My good girl.”

 

Before Stella could come up with an answer, Mark began fucking her furiously, shoving his whole length into her, slamming their hips together harshly as he fucked as deep as he could go at this angle, crashing into her special spot over and over and over again until she was wailing, wrapping herself around Mark so tightly that she didn’t even notice at first when he flipped them over so that she was on top.

 

“Ugh, fuck,” she said as Mark’s cock slipped in a little deeper, hitting her back walls. “Fuck, that’s fucking good, unnngh.” She experimentally moved her hips a little bit, rocking back and forth to make Mark’s dick brush up against new spots inside of her, sensitive areas she’d never noticed before.

 

“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my fucking girl,” Mark grunted, dragging his hands up from her hips to her breasts, cupping and squeezing them firmly before he reached up and wrapped his hands around her shoulders. “Tell me how much you fucking like it.”

 

“I like it so, oh, so much,” Stella groaned, rolling her hips in long, drawn-out circles, clenching around his thick cock as hard as she could. “Fuck, so much!”

 

“Tell me how much you fucking love it,” Mark said, jerking his hips upward to maximize the deep penetration, meeting Stella’s thrusts with equal force.

 

“I love it! I love it so fucking much, goddammit!” Stella cried out, rocking down harder onto Mark’s cock. “You’re so big, ugh! So fucking…”

 

“Can you take it? Can you take all of it?” Mark asked, grabbing onto Stella’s hips to move her up and down more quickly.

 

“Yes!” Stella shouted in response. “Yes, I can fucking take it! Oh, yes! Yes, fuck me, yes!”

 

“Yeah, that’s my girl. That’s my dirty fucking bitch,” Mark said, tightening his grip around her hips before reaching around to slap at her ass, encouraging her to go faster and harder.

 

Stella slapped her hands down on Mark’s chest, squeezing his pecs before using his body to brace herself as she began to bounce down as hard as she could, squeezing her muscles around him as much as possible. “Yeah, I’m your dirty fucking bitch,” she said, her words dissolving into a string of incoherent moans. “Unnngh, fuuuck, ugnnh.”

 

Mark moved her up and down more rapidly, making the whole world into a blur. Stella shut her eyes and focused only on the thickness inside of her, the way her body yielded to his, the way every single inch of her cunt was singing in joy as he fucked into her roughly.

 

“I’m going to fucking come,” Mark warned beneath her, slapping the side of her body to get her to keep up the hard, rough pace she’d set with her hips. “I’m going to come right in your tight, wet little cunt.”

 

“Do it!” Stella cried out, rocking her hips back and forth harder, using one hand to reach down and play with her clit while his cock shoved up more and more forcefully inside of her. “Do it to me, please, ugh, mark me, mark me, baby, do it!”

 

Mark slammed her hips down harder than ever, leaving big red marks with his fingers as he clutched onto her, lifting her and slamming her down over and over and over again, until Stella’s cunt contracted of its own volition, her clit throbbing with sensation, heat pouring out of all of her cells until—

 

His cock thrusted deep into her—one, two, three more times before going still as the head of his dick pulsed, come shooting out of his cock, hitting her inner walls. Stella cried out at the sudden heat inside of her, rolling her hips around in circles as her orgasm thundered over her, her entire body stiffening for one long intense moment before she collapsed on Mark’s chest.

 

Mark’s cock wetly slipped out of her, nestling against her inner thigh while Stella shifted her weight on top of Mark, breathing hard into his neck. “Jesus fucking Christ,” she whispered, more to herself than to anyone else. Her whole body was humming with the leftover energy of their fuck session, her fingers and toes trembling even as she held onto Mark.

 

After a few long moments of pure, unbroken silence, Mark’s hand came up to bury itself in Stella’s hair, rubbing her scalp soothingly while his other hand massaged her already utterly relaxed back, smoothing over whatever tension might be hiding still in her body.

 

“Thank you,” she murmured into his neck, kissing the spot where she felt his pulse the strongest. “That was amazing.”

 

For a long moment she thought that she wasn’t going to get a word out of Mark. Maybe he’d even fallen asleep already and just had the superpower of being able to keep rubbing his partner’s hair and back in his sleep. But no. Finally he whispered lowly, “You were.”

 

She didn’t quite know what he meant at first. She was what? Good, bad, just okay, just sort of there? But then it hit her. Amazing. He was saying that she was amazing.

 

For a beautiful, painfully brief moment, Stella believed it. She felt so strong, with the reminder of his cock seeping out in between her legs. She felt good and whole. Hell, she even felt a little bit pure, like nothing bad had ever happened to her.

 

But then out of the darkness emerged Cameron’s face, looking down at her with disgust before laughing at her for ever thinking she was strong.

 

As she felt Mark slip off into sleep underneath her, she made a promise to herself. She wasn’t going to let Cameron be right. She wasn’t going to let him win. Not this time.