A Sorta Fairytale (9 page)

I’m too lost. Focusing on your dark brown eyes, I have to pinch myself and come back down to earth from Cloud Nine. “What?”

A chuckle arises from deep within you. It’s beautiful, deep, and sexy, causing a tightness to form in my core. “You said you don’t understand. What don’t you understand?”

Oh. That.
Slowly, I look toward the half glass of champagne.

“Don’t even think about it.”

I glance back to you. “What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean,” you say, nodding at the glass. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Fine!” I shout. “I don’t understand how you know me after only really knowing me for a few days. I don’t understand, and it’s driving me fucking crazy! I feel like you know me so much better than Thomas ever has.” I don’t say
probably ever will
. “Well, you know me better in some ways. Thomas knows me better in others. You know me emotionally. You know how I’m going to crack and the words that are going to come out of my mouth. You know who I am. Thomas knows me—”

“I told you I don’t want to know about Thomas. I want to know about you, and a possible us. That’s all. Thomas can just fuck off, in my opinion.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“You’ve said that a few times, Alex, so I’m going to respect it. I do want to see what this is all about. From now on, we aren’t going to talk about Thomas. We’re going to talk about just the two of us.”

“You promise?”

“I promise,” I say.

“Good.”

We stare at one another with contented smiles until my mouth begins to water and I stare toward the sandwich. “Oh, eat the sandwich already!” you laugh.

“Finally!” Swiping the sandwich from the plate, I take another huge mouthful, meat falling out of the bread and sauce oozing out onto my face.

“Even like that, Stella, you’re sexy as all hell.”

“Why, thank you,” I grumble around a mouthful. I start to laugh, but stop. My mouth is filled with meats, cheeses, and sourdough bread. Nodding at the platter, I ask, “Aren’t you going to have one?”

“I’m a vegetarian.”

“What?” I shriek. “Why in the hell are you a vegetarian?”

Laughing wholeheartedly, you lean back in your chair, holding the champagne. “Believe me. I’m fine with this. But I’m a vegetarian because that’s how I was raised. Both my parents were vegetarians. So we didn’t eat poultry or beef or seafood.”

“You’re crazy,” I mutter.

“Maybe. After all, I am trying to win you over.”

I push that comment aside. I don’t want to get into another serious conversation right now, I just want to have fun. Busting your chops about how you don’t eat meat. How you’re crazy as fuck for it. “So you’ve never had meat?”

“Nope,” you say while shaking your head.

Getting ready to say something, I hesitate. “Wait.” I look at the plate stacked with different sorts of sandwiches, questions arising, filled with amazement. “You got all this for me?”

“Yeah.” You say shyly. “I didn’t know what kind you liked, so I figured I would get one of everything. Even the pastries. Well, I got two of each of those. I have a pretty bad sweet tooth myself.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I smile. “Alex?” I whisper, staring up into your eyes. “Thank you. So much.”

You’re kneeling down in front of me within seconds. Slowly, you bring a hand to my face, and I close my eyes, welcoming your warm and safe touch. It’s one I’m growing accustomed to. I feel your breath against my face. It’s closer now. I can’t see you, though. My eyes are still closed, and that’s when it happens. Your lips touch mine. They’re soft, subtle, and delicate. Not the hunger I’m used to with Thomas. It’s so different. I’m not sure if it’s better or worse. Just different. Your lips linger. I want to lean into you, kiss you more, have your arms wrapped around me, but I realize that’s not something you want. At least not yet. You want to take things slow and get to know me. All of me. I take in a breath and open my eyes. Your gaze is filled with happiness, mouth opened in a smile. We stare into one another’s eyes, curious as to where this will go. Wondering how it can, but not caring because we both want this. Quietly, you say, “You’re welcome, Stella.”

I’m starting to understand you just want the best for me, that you don’t want to get into my pants right away. You want it to come naturally and at its own pace. Little do you know, but while you’re being so sweet and sensitive, it’s winning me over. Completely. Endlessly. Faster than I ever thought was possible.

“So,” you say before plopping another bite of pastry in your mouth, “I’d like to paint you sometime.”

“Really? Why?”

“Why?” You chuckle. “Because I think it’d be cool. You’re beautiful. It would give me a reason to stare at you for a while without you thinking I’m a huge creep or something.”

“Okay.” And I’m surprised the word comes out so easily. Then again, I’m not. I feel completely comfortable with you. I haven’t felt this way in a really long time.

You smile. “Okay then.”

Chapter 14

Stella & Thomas

“How are things going with you and…?”

“Alex,” I say. You look over at me. The sensations come back almost immediately, even though you’re lying on your back, covered with sweat. Smelling of sex, your cock becoming limp. I still want you.

“Alex,” you say darkly.

I swallow the lump in my throat. I don’t understand why you’re behaving this way. I don’t understand why you’re angry with the fact that I’ve finally found someone else. Angry that I’m spending time with Alex. You wanted this, not me. I was perfectly content with you and our routine. But not you. Never you. You always wanted something else.

“Have you fucked yet?”

I don’t answer. I’m shocked you would even ask the question. I guess my not answering is unnerving to you. Your body is over mine within seconds, causing me to gasp. “What are you doing, Thomas?” I’m nervous. I can’t believe I’m nervous with you. I never am. I’m always excited, always wet, always wanting you inside of me, fucking me into oblivion.

“Answer me,” you command. “Are the two of you already fucking?”

I squirm underneath you, trying to get out of your hold on my wrists. Your torso is pushing into me. But then I feel it. The sensations come back full force. Everything else vanishes, washes away, like my sins. The sins I’ve committed. The sins I’m committing. Will commit. All that’s left is raw, sensual arousal. That’s all I ever have with you.

“I’m going to ask you one more time,” you say, leaning down against my lips. Our lips touch when you speak. When you breathe out angrily, I breathe in, wanting your lips against mine. Wanting and needing you inside of me again, our sweaty bodies connecting.

“No,” I confess.

“No?” Your tone is filled with surprise and confusion. “You fuck everyone. We fucked within the first few weeks after you moved here. You took control. You fucked my cock better than it’s ever been fucked before. Your tightness.” You sway your hips against my opened legs. “Your wetness.” Again swaying your hips. My arousal forms and seeps out onto my upper thighs. “Fuck, you’re wet already. You have no idea how fucking sexy you are, Stella. No fucking idea.”

“Please,” I beg.

Edging up onto your knees, you push my legs further apart, entranced by the glistening arousal. It’s because of you. Always because of you. “God, I love how wet you get for me. It’s so sexy.”

“It’s always for you,” I sigh.

You grab your cock, slowly stroking up and down. I love watching you touch yourself. It’s hot.
Really
hot. “What are you thinking?”

“How much I want to fuck you.” Lowering my hand from my belly toward the throbbing sensation between my legs, I feel how wet I am. I can believe it. You are fucking hot as hell. I always want to fuck you. Sweaty. Writhing. Amazing. Fucking. I dip two fingers in. My back arches and I cry out your name.

“Get your fingers out of that tight hole. It’s mine, and I will do what I want with it.” And you do. You fuck me like I’m your dirty little slut. Like I’m your submissive. Like I’m your willing sex slave. You fuck me like I’m yours. And I am. For how long? That’s the part I’m not so sure of.

Chapter 15

Stella

Your hand slides up the inside of my thigh, causing my stomach to flutter. “Thomas,” I moan.

“Do you like that?” Your fingers find my aching sex and begin to rub, putting me on edge even more.

Sitting up straight, I push my body further into yours. “Yes,” I whimper. My trembling hands find your zipper. Already, I can feel your hardness forming.

“You feel that, Stella? My hard cock. It craves that sweet, tight pussy of yours. I need it,” you say as I pull the hard length out of the opening of your pants, gripping you. “Stella, fuck, I need you.”

I begin to squeeze. It doesn’t take long till the veins are protruding; you’re hard and ready for a sweaty fucking. My sex clenches. I crave you, need you to satisfy me. Instead, though, I tighten my grip and slowly move my hand up and down. You groan. Your fingers relax against my sex, and I tingle even more. It thrills me knowing I can fill you, Thomas Braxton, with such pleasure. “You like me stroking your cock?” I ask, moving from the bed and standing in front of you.

“Fuck, yes,” you growl. Placing your hands on the button down shirt covering your tanned, sculpted chest, you begin to unbutton.

“I want to do that,” I cut in. But you don’t listen, which I like.

Nodding toward my firm grip on your cock, you mutter, “Continue stroking me.”

I comply, but my mouth starts to water. I’ve waited long enough. Licking my lips, I bend over and suck the tip into my mouth.

“Goddamn, Stella,” you groan, gripping the back of my head as I move downward, taking all of you in. “You fuck so good with that mouth.” Slowly, I move back up your cock, surprised like always I can take your length in without choking. I start to bend at the knees when you say, “Don’t.”

I release your cock from my mouth, saliva hanging in between the two, which makes my mouth water even more and my sex clench. “You always like me looking at you.”

“I like this view
a lot
more.” Your dark eyes stare at me and my insides shiver. This animalistic, dark, dangerous side to you is what turns me on and pushes me over the edge.

The sides of my mouth form into a sly smile. “Good,” I echo before looking back down at your protruding cock and taking you in my mouth.

Grabbing the back of my hair and pulling it into a ponytail, you look down at me fucking your cock. “Goddamn, Stella.” With your other hand you lightly move your fingers from each breast down to my navel, then down in between my thighs. My legs clench together, and I release your cock. “I want you to enjoy this, Thomas. Sit back and relax.”

“Oh, but I am relaxed.” You give me a mischievous smile and your voice deepens. “Now keep sucking my cock.” Dropping my head, I suck your cock back into my mouth, moving my hand up and down. I massage your balls with one hand and keep a firm grasp on the base of your cock with the other. You like that a lot. Especially when I suck on the loose skin of your balls and lick your inner thigh. “Shit, fuck.” Moving your hand from between my legs, I hear you spit on your fingers, then your fingers are back in between my legs, massaging. “Goddamn, you’re wet, Stella. Makes me just want to slide right in.”

I move my head up and down faster, wanting to give your cock a real good fucking. With a pop, I release it from my mouth and move my hand up and down. “Oh yeah? Why don’t you fuck my pussy then?”

Grabbing my hands, you spin me around and pull me back onto you. Your legs closed, mine pushed out, you pull me down onto you, sliding right in. “Fuck,” we moan simultaneously.

“Jesus, Stella. I love this tight little pussy.” My eyes close and I bite my lip. Gripping my hips tightly, you demand, “Fuck this cock, baby. Make yourself come all over it.” Spitting into my hand, I move lazy circles around my clit. “Are you rubbing yourself?”

“Mhm,” I acknowledge.

“Fuck,” you groan loudly. Pushing me off of your cock, you spin me around again and slam me down onto you. I scream your name while digging my nails into your shoulders, so close to coming. “Fucking make yourself come, baby. Flick that clit and come around my cock.” Slowly, I release my death grip on your shoulders and stand up straight. Licking my fingers I move them between my legs to my protruding nub. “That’s right, baby.” You keep me still so I can rub my swollen sex as you move up and down, meeting my pace.

“You like me pleasuring myself, Thomas?”

“Fuck, yes. I love watching you get off. The way your body shakes and spasms. Hearing you scream my name.”

Moving my fingers faster against, you fuck me harder. “Oh my god, Thomas. Holy fuck, I’m going to come.” My body shakes. It’s becoming too much, too strong for me to handle.

I start to take my fingers from my clit when you say, “Don’t you dare. I want you to come hard, Stella. Harder than you’ve ever come before when I fuck this hole of yours. You hear me?”

Involuntarily, my eyes close. I can’t keep them open. I’m hypersensitive. I can’t think. I can’t do anything besides satisfy the craving. I ride you faster, harder than I ever have before, but it’s not fast enough for you. Tightening your grip even harder on my hips, you keep me steady and slam your hips up and down. “F-f-fuck,” I stutter out, my bottom lip quivering and my legs shaking. I can’t keep myself up any longer. I’m about to explode around your length. You can tell. Keeping yourself inside of me, you flip us. My back on the soft bed. Your legs falling into the mattress, and the headboard smacking the wall as you pump in and out of me. “Holy fuck, Thomas!” I scream, gripping the bed sheets, holding on for dear life.

“You going to come, baby?”

I can’t answer. Right now I’m in a state of pure sexual bliss, sensations taking over like crashing waves in the ocean. You can’t see it. You can’t predict it. It just happens, like falling in love. Your heart skips a beat. Your tummy flutters, and you feel something in your chest that wasn’t there before. It happens in the blink of an eye. You don’t prepare for it. You can’t. It just happens, in the most unexpected times and probably the most inconvenient of ways possible. But that’s the beauty about falling in love. Because just when you think you have it all figured out, whatever “it all” is, nothing is as it appears.

Pulling out of me, you drop to your knees. “Fuck it. I need to taste that pussy of yours.” You spread my lips apart and take a long lick.

My hips twitch up against your mouth. “Shit,” I mumble.

You laugh against my nub, causing an amazing sensation. “You like that?”

“Uh huh.”

“Well,” you say, pushing up from the floor. “You’re going to love this.”

I sit up. “Where do you think you’re going?” I snap out. “I was just about to come.”

Walking away from me, you push your pants down your waist. “I know, but I think you’re going to really love this.”

“You know I love your ass.”

Pulling something from a drawer, you turn around. “Oh, I know you do, but I’m talking about this,” you say, waving something back and forth in your hand.

“A blindfold?”

You grin. “Mhm.”

“Why?”

“Why not?” you counter. I don’t say anything else as you walk over to me. “Can I?”

I’m curious, so I say, “Sure.”

You laugh as you place the blindfold over my eyes. “Don’t act so excited about it.”

“I’m excited,” I say. “But I’m a little on edge.”

“You’ll like it. Trust me.” Placing a finger to my chest you gently push me back. “Lie down, Stella, and enjoy it.”

I can’t believe how nervous I am. I know it’s you. I know you’re the one fucking me, but not having my eyesight right now keeps me on edge. Makes me wonder what you’re going to do and when you’re going to do it. I don’t know where you are, so I listen and I smell. I listen to your feet as they walk across the hardwood floor. The smells of sex take over my whole body. Your sweat. My arousal.

“What are you thinking?”

I try to control my breathing and beating heart. I wonder if you can see how nervous I am. Probably. But I know it’s just you. “I don’t know.”

“Are you nervous?”

“A little,” I answer honestly.

“Why? It’s just me.” The second the words leave your mouth, a finger trails up my thigh, and I jump. “Whoa.” You chuckle. “Easy, Stella. Remember. It’s. Just. Me.”

Letting out a deep breath, I laugh. “Okay.”

“Now, Stella. I want you to spread your legs apart.”

I listen. I don’t say anything, just try to let all of my other senses take over. The mattress dips, and I feel you crawling up the bed and resting in between my legs. Your lips leave little kisses up the insides of my thighs. They cause goose bumps, my nipples to tighten, and my body to tremble. Times ten. The darkness. I like it, a lot more than I thought I would. We’ve never done this before, and I’m surprised it’s taken this long for us to do it.

Your arms move under my legs, pulling me closer to you.

“Whoa.” I giggle, surprised when you don’t say anything. I lift my head, forgetting I have on a blindfold, then feeling stupid when I realize I can’t see you. “Thomas?”

“Sssh.”

Sucking in a deep breath, I release and rest my head against the mattress once more. Even though I’m blindfolded, I close my eyes and keep them that way. Torturously, your fingers touch right above where I need you, trailing along. My hips jump, and you laugh. “Thomas?” I exhale, but again there’s no answer. Just a long, wet lick from you and a whimper from me.

I think you’re going to give me time to get used to it, but you don’t. Instead, you grab my hips and pull me down to you, keeping a firm grasp on me. “Oh my god,” I start to say, but it comes out as a loud sob when you suck my clit into your mouth and push a finger, then two, into me. My walls tighten. My belly flutters. My chest rises and falls. The feelings I was experiencing before the blindfold quickly wash over me again. Gripping the sheets, I scream your name as you begin to push me over the edge. “Oh my god!” My back arches, my hips push up further into your face, needing even more pleasure.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me.”

My body stiffens. Your voice. It’s not where it should be, and I know I still shouldn’t be feeling a mouth on me when I hear you, but I can’t push away. I’m too far on the edge. Quickly, my body relaxes. “Oh my god,” I bellow louder.

“That’s right, Stella. Come for me, baby. Show me.”

“Fuck,” I mutter, now grinding against the mouth of someone else—someone I don’t even know.

The bed shifts by my head, and familiar fingers run through my hair. You breathe into the crook of my neck. “Come for me, baby.” Once more the bed dips, and I feel your legs on either side of my face. “Suck on it,” you direct. Velvet hardness pushes against my mouth. This time I know it’s you. Cold metal pushes against my chin. A Prince Albert. I was surprised when I first saw it. I would’ve never thought you would have a cock piercing, but it’s so exciting and dangerous. Pushing your cock into the crook of my lips, you rumble, “Suck on me, Stella.”

The stranger continues to fuck my pussy. Just that alone is too much to handle, but then I have you. You want me to fuck your cock with my mouth. All of this. It’s dangerous and enticing. Licking my lips, I take you into my mouth. I have a firm grip on your ass, keeping you where I need you. Where you want to be.

“Oh, fuck,” you say. I keep in rhythm with the stranger. When the stranger sucks hard, so do I. When the stranger slowly moves fingers in and out of me, I slowly move my mouth back and forth against your cock.

“Oh, fuck,” you say again. “That’s right, baby. You keep fucking my cock with that beautiful little mouth of yours.” Keeping a firm grip on your ass with one hand, the other maneuvers its way in between my mouth and your cock. I grab and give a hard squeeze. Swiftly, you bend over and grip my hair in your hands. “Relax your mouth, Stella. I’m going to fuck it now.”

I release my hold on your ass and grip the sheets. It’s like you and the stranger have one mind. You fuck my mouth with wild abandon while the stranger sucks on my sex.

“Smack me when you’re going to come, Stella,” you demand. With that, the stranger goes wild, pulls my hips up further, dips another finger into my opening and sucks my nub harder. My eyes stay closed, but then I feel the blindfold rip off. “Open your eyes. I need to see you when I come in you.” Tears run down my face when I open my eyes. “Fuck, Stella. I’m going to come so fucking hard.”

Pushing my legs further apart, the stranger dips a finger into my other hole. My eyes start to close when you grip my hair. “Keep them opened,” you grit through clenched teeth. I listen, but it’s so damn hard. This feels so fucking good. “I’m going to tell you to come, Stella. You hear me? And when I tell you, you better come all over the place.” I nod. I can’t speak with your cock fucking my mouth. Ramming your cock in and out a few more times you groan, “Come, baby.” And with those two words, I do. My body shakes and unwinds as I feel hot spurts of cum spill into my mouth. “Holy fuck,” you growl.

I smack at you. Wanting, needing to push you off of me. You listen and slowly slide your cock out of my mouth.