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If this isn’t enough of a warning to stay away from Stella, I might be fucked.
Chapter 15
Stella
Ilay in bed, cursing the memory that won’t leave me alone. The same scene plays in my head again, the one that’s been running circles ever since that night. I roll over, pulling the covers over my head, wishing I could forget it.
Holding him in my hand, I start to think that this may be a bad idea. Don’t get me wrong, James is hot enough to bake cookies on, but his dick… That can’t go inside me, it’ll kill me dead. He could tickle my tonsils with that!
“That’s… It’s not… No… I don’t think,” I can’t seem to form the words to tell him that this will split me in half, and I think we might be better off as friends who’ve never seen each other naked. He pulls me onto him until I’m straddling his middle, dragging me down until the tip of his nose is touching mine.
“Oh, sunshine, it’ll fit, don’t you worry.”
Freaking mind reader. The heat of him warms me, his dick nestled against my ass, and I rock forward, whimpering at the friction it provides to my clit. I’m oversensitive from myorgasm, so it doesn’t take much to make the tiny bundle of nerves throb.
“Fuck, look at you, sweetheart. You look so good getting yourself off on my cock. Are you going to come like that? Or do you want to come while I fuck this sweet little pussy?”
Maybe his words will kill me before his dick does.
“There’s a condom in the nightstand,” he says, and I’m already moving, fuelled by desire and not patient enough to put this off any longer. The moment it’s on, he puts me on top of him again, positioning me exactly as he needs me. The gentleness in his manhandling is sweet, adding a touch of affection to the lust burning through me, demanding satisfaction.
“Are you sure you want this, Stella?” he asks, rolling his hips.
“Please.”
“You’re going to ride me, sunshine.”
“I-I don’t know how, I can’t—"
“You can,”
He lifts my hips so that he’s positioned right at my entrance. The teasing scrape of his head against my slit has me whimpering. I lower myself down, trying to relax my muscles to accommodate him. I haven’t taken much of him when I meet a slight twinge of resistance.
“Rip off the band aid?” He asks. I nod before I can think about it. I always knew this would happen, but the anticipation of pain is driving me a little nuts.
Without warning, James thrusts up, holding my hips so that I’m full of him. I smack his chest. Holy crap that stings. I try to relax as tears gather in my eyes, the words James whispers to me flooding my brain. His cock is brushing against every sensitive nerve, lighting me on fire. I shiver in pleasure.
I roll my hips experimentally, trying to find a rhythm.
I lean forward slightly, and as the angle adjusts, James hits a new spot. Pleasure ripples through me as I keen, clenching my pussy around him, needing more.
I don’t know when my hand went to my aching core, but I’m so close to coming by the time the memory fades that I give in, shuddering and soaking my sheets as I remember the way he thrusted into me, taking what he wanted from me while making sure I had everything I needed.
How can someone so hot be so thoughtful? It’s not fair.
It’s hard not to dwell on what I don’t have with James showing up to my workplace three nights a week, it’s difficult to make my mind think of anything else.
I mean, it’s his workplace as well. It’s not like he’s stalking me.
I really thought I would have him out of my system by now. Maybe it’s something that will come with time.
Worry seeps in that I may have started something I won’t be able to finish.
Why am I here?
I shouldn’t be here.
Yet, here I am, standing in a dingy bar downtown, hiding in the back while the opening band plays. I’ve downed two vodka sodas already and it’s only now starting to go to my head. There’s only so long I can pretend to be scrolling my phone, and I’m about to walk out when the crowd breaks out into applause and the band clears the stage. An employee walks up, grabbing the mic.
