Chapter 8
Allie
I stood staring at Steven’s front door. I had finished my day at work. I had never worked such an unproductive shift in my life. All I could think about was what had happened last night. I had told myself that I would come to his place tonight and get the diary. Then I would leave. I would keep it together, and I would leave.
I knocked.
Steven opened the door. He was dressed, but my brain instantly removed his clothes.
He leaned lazily against the door frame. That handsome smirk of his that did all kinds of things to me played on his lips as he looked at me.
“Well, hey there,” he said, his voice deep and sensual.
“Hi,” I said, my own voice not nearly as loud as I had hoped it would be.
He stepped aside to invite me in.
Tell him you only want your diary, a little voice screamed in my head. Tell him it was wrong of him to take it, and you want it back. Tell him that’s all you came for.
I turned to face him. He was still giving me that coy smile. God damn, he was so fine. That heat below my belly bloomed again. I swallowed. “Steven,” I said softly. “I need you to give me—” My diary! Give me my diary!
The words never came. Instead, I threw myself at him. I had lost complete control of myself again. He wrapped his arms around me and crushed me against his body. Our lips locked again. I moaned into our kiss in anticipation of what was to come.
He scooped me up into his arms and carried me to the living room. He put me down behind the sofa and spun me around. Then, he drew me close against him, so my ass was against his groin. His cock was hard, and a ripple of desire shot through me.
His hands found the front of my pants. He undid them with a quick flick and yanked them down. He nearly pulled me off my feet.
I braced myself on the back of the couch. He pulled my underwear down. I didn’t even have time to step out of them. They were still wrapped around my ankles when his hand glided up my inner thigh and rested in the space between my legs. A whimper of excitement floated in the air, and I realized a moment later that the sound had come from me.
I loved the way my body was taking over. My mind had stopped its incessant need to justify every action and every thought. I felt free for the first time in a long time.
Steven leaned in close, resting his chin in the groove between my neck and shoulder. His breath was warm against my skin as he spoke. “Are you ready?” he whispered, his fingers inching ever closer to the heat between my legs.
I nodded.
“I can’t hear you,” he said, his chest vibrating against my back with every word.
“Yes,” I said softly. “I’m ready.”
His finger slipped inside me. He moved slowly, in and out, daring me to make a sound. I didn’t. I wanted to hold on to it for as long as I could.
Another finger. I sighed and leaned my head back, resting it against his chest. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and craned my neck back further, forcing me to look up at him as he continued to fuck me with his fingers. He tightened his grip. Then he smiled at me.
I smiled back.
He fucked me harder. My eyes closed, and I moaned as I felt the tightness in my pussy build. I welcomed it. It tightened, and tightened, until the muscles let go and I came on his hand. He pulled out and rubbed my clit. My legs trembled.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said, still holding onto my hair.
Words, for the moment, were entirely out of reach for me. There was nothing I could do but stand in his grasp and wait for him to make his next move.
He let go of my hair and pushed me forward, bending me slowly over the back of his sofa. I flipped my hair over my shoulder as I looked back at him. I lifted up on to my tiptoes, daring him to fuck me.
When he slid inside me, it was all I could do not to cry out. I grabbed one of the cushions on the sofa and buried my face in it, muffling my screams of pleasure. This egged Steven on, and he worked harder, his thighs slapping against my ass with every thrust.
My body felt like it wasn’t my own. I was thrumming with excitement. All this pent-up attraction I had for Steven over the last decade had all come to a head now. The steady rhythm of him sliding in and out of me felt almost unreal. Until he stopped, pulled out, and lifted me over the back of the couch. Then, I was empty again and was immediately overcome with the need for him to be back inside.
He dropped me down on the sofa. I waited as he stepped over it and grabbed my legs, turning me around so that I was practically hanging off the edge. He took both of my ankles in one hand and held my legs up. He balanced me effortlessly like that. I trusted him, knowing he wouldn’t let me go, as he teased me by tapping the tip of his cock against my clit. It sent little shocks of tingling pleasure through me. I flinched and giggled.
I looked him in the eyes. He stared back, his cock resting against my wetness. I ran my hands over the back of my thighs until I reached his cock. Then I eased him inside me, encouraging him to go as deep as he could by pulling his hips toward me.
He obliged, rocking his hips upward, grinding against me. We stayed like that for some time. Each pump shook me to my core. I thought—no, I knew—that I wouldn’t be able to walk after this. My legs were shaking, and my body felt weak.
Soon, Steven wrapped his arms around me and under my back. He lifted me up slowly. His biceps tightened against my arms as he straightened with his cock still inside me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held myself to him. My breasts were crushed up against his chest as he began walking us to his bedroom.
I kissed him as we went. I was too turned on not to. I needed to taste as much of him as I possibly could. I didn’t want it to end. He returned my kisses with equal greediness until we reached his bed. He sat down with me on his lap, then fell on his back, leaving me sitting atop him.
I braced myself with my hands on his chest. The muscles there were firm and full. I rotated my hips in slow, steady circles. Steven’s eyes closed and his hands squeezed my thighs. I kept going, wanting nothing more than to make him feel as good as he was making me feel.
I bounced up and down. He watched me with hungry eyes. He held my breasts and played with my nipples. He pulled me down on top of him and crushed his mouth against mine while he lifted his hips beneath me, burying his cock deep inside me. I continued to rotate my hips until the orgasm that had been toying with me finally broke free.
Steven held me tighter and fucked me hard as I came.
We both felt how much wetter I was. I settled deep on his cock, falling still for a moment as the final shaking of my orgasm left me. Then I started up again, slowly at first, feeling his cock sliding in and out of me. It was pure ecstasy.
“I want you to cum inside me,” I told him, straightening above him and arching my back. I braced myself with my hands behind me on his thighs. I was looking up at the ceiling.
Steven grabbed my hips. He held onto me as he thrust upward, that tingling sensation beginning again. It wouldn’t take long for me to come again. But I wanted us to finish together. I longed for that feeling of being filled up. I craved it more than I had ever craved anything.
“Steven,” I moaned, rolling my neck to look down at him again.
His thumb pressed against my clit. Little explosions of pleasure shot through me. I gasped, and he held me tighter, restricting me from pulling away. His thumb continued to rub me in quick circles. I began to bounce above him.
I held my breasts. The orgasm was coming. I told him I was going to come.
When it happened, I cried out. Steven held himself inside me as he came, too. His muscles were taut beneath me. When he finished, I rocked gently above him, enjoying the silky wetness between us. He pulled me down to him and kissed me.
When we parted, I rolled onto my back. He flipped on to his side to face me and propped himself up on one elbow. I knew he was looking at me. I could feel his eyes scanning the length of my body.
My pussy was swollen and pulsing. My brain felt like mush. My skin was hot and tingly. I ran my fingers through my hair and closed my eyes. “That was amazing,” I said hoarsely, realizing I was in desperate need of water.
Steven leaned in closer beside me. His hand wandered down between my legs again. He stroked me, nice and slow, and purred in my ear. “You were amazing.”
I let him do what he wanted with his hands. He was a magic worker. Somehow, he managed to stroke the length of my pussy while his thumb flicked over my clit. I would have been content to lay there with him for eternity.
He kissed my nipple and took it in his mouth, suckling on it gently and then pinching it between his teeth. As his mouth tickled my breasts, he slid two fingers inside me. My swollen pussy invited him in and tightened almost instantly. He knew how close I was to finishing again.
I spread my legs further apart for him. I could feel his knuckles against my legs and pelvis as he fingered me. I wondered for a moment if I would be bruised the next morning.
I didn’t care. What he was doing felt too good. I moaned beneath him and moved my hips against his fingers. I was going to come. I was so close.
His thumb hit that perfect spot on my clit right when his fingers pushed against my G-spot. My orgasm was wild and quick, tearing through me like an avalanche. I cried out and threw my head back. Steven only fucked me harder.
When my body stopped shaking, he pulled his fingers out of me. I opened my eyes to find him watching me with a smile playing on his lips. “Perfection,” he whispered.
I covered my eyes bashfully and rolled away from him.
He slid off the bed and slapped my leg playfully. “Water?” he offered as he made his way over to the bathroom.
“Please,” I said, staring at his bare ass as he walked away from me.
When he returned, he handed me a glass of cold water. I drank the whole thing before going to the bathroom myself to tidy up. Sleep would be impossible with how wet I was.
By the time I got back, Steven was lying on his back and was halfway beneath the covers. He invited me in by pulling back the blankets on the other side of the bed. I joined him, and we nestled up against each other.
Curled up against Steven’s chest, I thought about how much I had wanted this. I thought about how much I cared about him. This was Steven Marx. He was the man I had always dreamed of being with.
And now that I had been with him, one thing was for certain: I was in love with him.