NICK
At my apartment building, I pulled into my usual parking spot, cut the engine, and gave Stella a couple of come on fingers in the air to show her I wanted that helmet off so I could see her pretty face again. She tugged it off and handed it over, pressing her chin into my shoulder, close enough for me to feel her curls brush against my ear. Her big, gorgeous eyes appeared in the side mirror. I took the hand she’d placed on my chest and gave her a long kiss on the palm. It was a crazy thing, wanting her so bad it hurt, but also being pretty content with that moment too, parked in the dark with her hanging on to me. Quiet, peaceful. Calm. But I wasn’t going to be calm for long.
I gave her left thigh a squeeze to tell her to pull that leg off first and she did, and I did the same. I put my keys in my pocket and turned to her. Her eyes were wide again, innocent almost. No pretense, no bullshit. I could tell she was nervous. Placing my thumb to her jaw, I tilted her face up. “You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?”
She sucked in a quick breath and gripped my forearm. Her fingers didn’t even come close to encircling it. Hooking one finger into her belt loop, I spun her around and pulled her into me, ass first, so I was almost spooning her right there by my bike. I inhaled the scent of her hair and got familiar with the shape of her curves against my body. She really was so damned beautiful, classically beautiful, the kind of woman who would inspire a guy to learn to paint so that he’d never forget her.
But I was no painter. I was an alpha male, and I was gonna make her know it. Staying right behind her, chest-to-back, I walked her forward. I maneuvered her past a minivan and up against the stucco wall of my apartment building. I was careful to keep her under the cover of shadows. I swept her hair off the nape of her neck, gently placing it in front of her right shoulder, then hooked my arm around her waist to keep her in position. With my other hand, I positioned her palms on the wall. Using one of my feet, I parted her legs so they were a foot and a half apart. Frisking position.
“What are you doing?” she said, her voice wet with desire.
I didn’t want to spook her, so I kept my tone playful. “I’m arresting you on the charge of being too damn sexy,” I said as I ran my hands down her stomach. Curvy and soft and feminine. Exactly how I’d hoped it would be. I’d touched my share of bodies, but that skin of hers . . . that was the skin I’d been hoping to feel every goddamned time.
She let her head fall forward and turned her feet slightly, toes in. I ran my stubble down the side of her throat and back up again, where I slid my tongue along the shell of her ear, and she shuddered. “Anything you do or say now can and will be used against you . . . in bed.”
She made a low purring growl. “Is that so, Officer?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, dark and dirty into her ear. “If you don’t have a blindfold, one will be provided for you.”
“Oh God,” she gasped, not laughing anymore. That was how I wanted her. Serious. Focused. Ready to be mine, all mine.
I ran my fingers up the inside seam of her jeans, against the soft fabric that I’d been thinking about all afternoon. I imagined her panties, wet and hot, between her legs. That triangle of cotton, damp with her wetness already. Fuck yeah. I pressed my fingers against the teeth of her fly and gave her pussy a squeeze from outside. With my other hand, I hooked my thumb over her waistband. Underneath, I felt it. Lace. I moved my hand along her hip, and the lace rolled up into a rope in my palm.
“You’ve got the right to at least three orgasms,” I said. “Those will be provided for you.”
“Oh Lord,” she groaned.
“Do you understand your rights?” I tugged on her panties and let the lace go with a snap. I gave her throat a bite. Gentle, but firm. She inhaled hard, surprised and startled. Off balance. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” I stopped the frisk and stepped back. She turned and looked up at me, and I kissed her until she was against the stucco wall. And then I took her hand in mine and led her up to my place.
I scooped her up onto the kitchen counter and kissed the shit out of her, kissed her so hard that she had to hang on to the paper towel rod for support. Sometimes she let me overpower her; she’d let me show the way. But as fast as I’d taken over, she’d take over from me, getting grabby and greedy and digging her fingers into wherever she happened to be touching me as she sank in deep. I’d take over again, then she would. I’d bite her lip, she’d nip my tongue. Back and forth. Offense and defense. Her and me. As I kissed her, I hoped she fucked the way she kissed.
“If I didn’t want to fuck you so bad, I’d kiss you all goddamned night.” I dragged her closer with my palms on her ass.
“If I didn’t want you to fuck me so bad, I’d say that was just fine,” she answered.
Holy shit. All that sweetness was falling away, and something else was showing in the center. The fire in her eyes was raw desire. She knew what she wanted, and I was going to take her there.
So I kissed her until she was grinding against me as hard as I was grinding against her. As we kissed, she toed off her sneakers and kicked them aside. I anchored the heel of one of my boots under the toe and moved to pull it off. But she stopped kissing me and pushed me away hard. Hard enough to make me back away from her, so I was standing in the middle of the kitchen, two feet away from her now. We were like two boxers, stepping back before squaring up again. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve. She slid off the counter so she was standing barefoot in front of the sink, with her jeans unbuttoned and her T-shirt off one shoulder. Automatically I reached for her, but she flipped the tables on me, and before I knew it, I was the one leaning against the counter, with the fake granite edge digging into my ass.
Without breaking my stare, she lowered herself down in front of me, clawing the outside of my jeans with her fingernails, hard enough for me to feel the scratches on my thighs. Down, down, down she went. Until she was on her knees at my feet.
“Fuck, Stella . . .”
I held her hair back from her face to get a better view of that fresh pink rosiness of her cheeks that was getting more and more intense with every passing second.
She bit the front of my belt, working the leather slowly free from the buckle. She did it so deliberately, so carefully, that it made my balls ache. The leather end slid out from my belt loops, and she sat back on her heels. She took the buckle in her mouth to get my belt undone all the way. It clattered, the metal against her teeth, like a horse taking a bit.
Every single fiber in my body wanted to pick her up and haul her fireman style into the bedroom. I wanted to drop her on the bed and ravage her. I wanted to get her on her knees in front of me and give her everything I had. I wanted to get her underneath me and growl about how beautiful she was as she came. Because I knew no matter how she came, there was no question that she’d be perfection when she was lost.
The ferocity in her eyes told me she wouldn’t whimper, because lionesses don’t. Lionesses roar, and I wanted to be the one to unleash her like she’d never been unleashed before. I wanted to fuck her until the neighbors complained. I wanted to drive into her until she begged me to stop. Until it felt so good she told me to wait, wait, wait.
But when I started to pull her up, she grabbed my hands to stop me. She leaned in again, taking the edge of the buttonhole of my jeans between her teeth. She freed the fabric from the metal fastener and looked up at me. “This is how it’s gonna be . . .” she said, with her chin against my fly. Her voice was like mine had been when I told her the same thing. I could tell, by the look in her eyes and the grit in her tone, she wasn’t fucking playing. Neither was I. I didn’t want to play with her. I wanted to undo her completely.
I swallowed hard and watched her. My heart pounded in my chest, in my throat. In my cock. Everywhere. Because goddamn did I need this. “You. Me. Bed. Right fucking now.”
She nuzzled a no into my hard-on from outside my pants. Her eyes fluttered shut as she increased the pressure, driving her cheekbone into the sensitive underside, compressing the shaft and pressing against my balls with her chin. Using her tongue, she traced around the outline of my cock, paying special attention to the ridge and the head.
Looking up again, she kept her eyes right on mine, as if to make sure I was watching. She licked her lips. She opened her mouth, and then she took my pants-clad shaft between her teeth and very lightly . . .
. . . bit down on my cock.
Holy mother of fucks.
The rush of need for her was so intense I almost threw her off me. No woman had ever been so ballsy as this. The desire in that bite was louder than ten thousand pleases. It felt incredible. Her teeth put the right pressure in all the right places, doing exactly the thing I never knew I needed. “Goddamn it,” I growled, and let my head fall back so I was looking up at the ceiling.
She did it again, lower down the shaft. It sent a surge of fire through my spine, a need so furious it felt almost like anger. Again and again she bit me, again and again she made me growl, until all up and down my cock were rows of wet bite marks, half moons on my pants. “I need to get inside you, Stella. Don’t make me wait.” She didn’t answer with words; instead, she took the metal zipper between her teeth and lowered her chin to undo my fly.
That was it. I was ready to tap out. Nothing would ever be hotter than that.
She licked up the underside of the shaft, and while she had me distracted, she positioned my hands on the counter, keeping them wide on either side of me. “Those stay there. We clear?”
Fuck. “Anything you say.”
She pressed her knees together, and from above I watched her toes curl. “Touch me and I’ll stop,” she said, and licked a long, wet line up the left side of the shaft, encircled the head, went back down again.
It wasn’t going to be easy. Everything about her screamed, Touch my body. That soft, pretty hair was begging me to tuck it behind her ears. That pretty mouth was calling out for me to put my thumb to those lips. That perfect body was beckoning me to have my way with every inch of it.
But I didn’t do it. She had me, literally, by the balls. And as she took me deep into her throat, I knew this alpha male was about to follow a woman’s lead for the first time in his motherfucking life.