Page 65 of Loved Out Loud
It is nice to see how visceral a reaction that he had though because when I showed Greg he had no reaction. Just rolled his eyes and told me to block the guy. There was no feeling there. I didn’t need him to fly off the handle or anything but a little outrage on my behalf would have been welcomed.
Over the next few hours, Jade and I sink into a social media management plan for me. She sends me photos she’s taken, including the paper roses that I love getting at signings. I write out captions for them and then schedule the posts for future dates.
She shows me what Blue Sunday posts she’s planning on including me in. They are mostly candid shots which will be included in behind the scenes posts. There’s one shot in particular that I love. It’s one she just took a little earlier of me on Stone’s lap while we’re all laughing. It’s framed in a way that I can tell she took it from the bunks.
“I can send any of these to you, too.”
“Please do. I’m obsessed with that group photo.”
“Me, too.” She leans over. “It’s like I can see you two falling in love in through the lens.”
“What?” I laugh, incredulously. “We’re just having fun, it’s not serious.”
“If the love is right, falling should be fun.”
Her words send a shockwave through me. Being with Stone is fun. And easy. I never wonder whether he wants me around, if anything he’s constantly seeking me out. Not even for sex, just my company. I hadn’t realized it until now.
It’s a total juxtaposition from what I’m used to. I feel needy and clingy when I’m around Greg. The only times I feel wanted in any capacity by him are those when we’re in the physical act of sex. Even then the connection can be lackluster at times.
Stone’s gaze pulls my attention back to him like a magnet. I find him studying my expression as the realization sinks in. He doesn’t say anything, just quietly lets me sink into my thoughts. But it’s not the dismissive quiet I’m used to. It’s a protective silence, one where I feel comfortable.
I sit there overthinking the rest of the trip to Indianapolis.
“I think you should just bring your bag to my suite tonight,” Stone says from beside me on the elevator. “You know we’ll just end up in bed together anyways. You might as well have your things.”
“What about Sierra?”
“I’m sure she’ll enjoy having the room to herself.” He pulls a second key from the cardboard sleeve and hands it to me. “I have plenty of room, and I’ll make it worth your while.” His eyes twinkle with promise that heats my core.
“Starting now?” I lift an eyebrow.
“Hell yeah.” He grabs my suitcase when the doors open and rolls it down the hall to his suite.
As soon as he closes the door behind me, he flips the locks closed and abandons all our stuff. His mouth is on mine as his body presses me against the nearest hard surface. My fingers run through his hair pulling on soft strands until he groans into my mouth. His hands slide around my hips to my ass, and then he’s lifting me.
“You have to stop picking me up,” I say against his lips.
“Never gonna fucking happen.”
He strides into the bedroom and lets me fall onto the bed. With a wicked smirk he reaches behind his head and pulls his shirt off. His erection strains against the denim of his pants leaving a perfect imprint. I look up at him through my lashes while I run my fingertip over the length.
His eyes drift closed as I slowly unbutton and then draw his zipper down. I feel powerful as I watch his Adam’s apple bob when I slip my fingers between his hot skin and the cotton of his boxer briefs. There’s an unfamiliar but not unwelcome feeling to watching how he responds to the slightest touch of my hand.
I push him back a step as I slide to my knees on the floor beside the bed. My hands work his pants down far enough for his dick to spring free. I’ve never been one to look at a cock and think that it’s perfect, but his is. Perfectly long and thick with the slightest curve upwards. A wide tip and pulsing veins running along each side.
I lick the bead of moisture from the tip as he threads a hand through my hair. He hisses through his teeth as I take him deep, running the flat of my tongue down the bottom of his cock. He hits the back of my throat and moans as I manage not to gag.
“Fuck.” His voice is full of wonder and affection. “Look at my dirty girl on her knees for me. You suck my cock like you were made for it.”
Heat races through me at his praise, pooling in my core. I wrap my fist around his base while I work the rest of his length with my mouth. If I wasn’t still fully dressed, I’d have my fingers on my clit, rubbing to relieve the pulsating pressure between my thighs. I need more. I want him to use me.
I pop my mouth free of his cock, ready to beg if need be. “Fuck my face, Stone.” I pump him while I look up into his eyes.
His eyes flutter closed as he swallows thickly. But when he opens them again, gone is the sweet gentle lover I’veexperienced, and in his place is a god of raw, primal lust. The fingers that had been gently caressing the back of my head grip my roots, pulling until I feel tiny stabs of pain.
“Drop your jaw.” He runs his tip over my lips. “If you were topless I’d come all over your tits, but since you aren’t, you’re going to have to swallow every single drop I give you, do you understand? Not a single bit goes wasted.”
I nod and rub my thighs together.
