Sweet Little Lies

The darkness swirling in his eyes should have made me nervous but all I could do was beg for more. There was no limit as long as Stone was touching me. His hand slid up my thigh and with one finger he began to open me with a roughness that excited me. I wanted it to hurt a little. I wanted him to lay his claim on me, leaving me aching.

“It’s tight,” he said as his gaze was on the area opened to him. “My dick is going to split you open.”

“Yes,” the sound of that made me squirm with restless anticipation. This was like a tease that kept me at the verge of an orgasm and dangled me there. I wanted to be tossed over the edge, but then jerked back and tossed again and again.

His pupils completely dominated the color of his eyes. Stone’s mouth opened slightly as he lifted his body from mine and removed his clothing with quick determination. I was lost the moment I got the full view of his body. Beautiful and more perfect than I’d realized. Every inch of him was cut as if he were a god. I was anxious to touch him.

When his body covered mine, the power emanating from him had be lifting myself to get there sooner. I was impatient. He used one hand to hold me back and I almost pleaded with him to let me touch him as he stripped my tank top off my body. I’d forgotten I was still wearing it. My focus had been on him.

When I was bared to him completely, I paused. I was unsure for the first time since he kissed me. His body was perfectly chiseled. It was intimidating.

His eyes roamed over me and all I could see now were the girls. The topless ones, naked ones, and beautiful bodies he’d been with at the Van Allan pool parties.

I closed my eyes wishing I hadn’t remembered them, the parties, or the girls. When Jasper had seen me like this I hadn’t felt so self-conscious. But now, with Stone, I worried I wouldn’t meet his expectations.

“Open your eyes, Beulah.” It wasn’t a gentle request. His words were an order and I obeyed. My willing obedience was unlike me, but Stone made me react in a way no one ever had. There was some unseen power there that ignited when we were near each other. Even when I thought I hated him, I found myself looking for him. As if my soul was attached to his even though neither of us seemed to want that.

“Open your legs wider,” he said his voice hoarse. If I didn’t know better, I could’ve sworn he was trembling. Was his control slipping? Did he feel this unknown energy between us too?

His nostrils flared as I felt his hardness brush against my sensitive core. “I wanted to make love to you. Kiss you, get so damn much of you on my skin that I could smell it for days. But now.” He growled as his eyes glowed. “I need to fuck you. Hard. Take it all. Here you scream my name.”

It was me who trembled now. I shook and wanted to beg him for exactly that. What he was explaining was unknown to me. A dark, exciting temptation I wanted with him. There was no fear. I trusted him.

Lifting my hips, I felt him press closer to the entrance causing more sizzling pressure. It was beginning to be too much. I felt as if I might explode any moment. The knowledge that he was going to fill me was sending bolts of electricity throughout my entire body.

“Mine,” he said loudly in a harsh tone.

My breath left me as my body rocketed and I was full. Beautifully invaded. Stretched and crying out in pleasure while I clung to him. He was too big. Yet the sharp pain was everything and more. I cried his name and begged him for more.

“Fucking mine,” he repeated and began moving. In and out. Each rock of his hips brought me closer to the beauty that I knew only he could give me. Nothing before this mattered. Nothing after this would ever measure up. This was a pinnacle that I never knew existed.

“Stone,” I breathed. “I need,” I couldn’t string the words together. He was inside me bringing me to the edge that I wanted to leap off and fall into it blindly. Not caring about anything but this. Us.

“You need this?” he asked as he began pumping into me harder. His mouth lowered and devoured one of my nipples. Biting. Creating new currents that made me shake.

His mouth moved up my chest and licked at my collarbone. He took bites of my skin as he worked his way up my neck. When his warm breath caressed my ear, I clung to him tighter. I was about to erupt. Each brush of his mouth against my skin and every jerk of his hips had my knees lifting higher. My ankles crossed over his back trying to get him deeper.

Stone bit my earlobe and whispered, “I want to come inside you. Fill you until it’s running down your sweet thighs. All I can think about is how fucking amazing it would be to be inside you while I explode.”

All of that. I wanted it. “Yes. Please,” I sounded desperate. Like a woman in a desert that sees water. It was all I needed. My nails clawed at his back.

“Fuck,” he said as he got rougher. My hips slamming into the bed. “You make me insane,” he growled. “Fucking crazed.”

“Oh God! Please!” I threw my head back. It was there. I was falling. The world was gone from underneath me. Nothing around me existed. It was a divine experience. “STONE!” I heard my voice cry out for him. I could hear him talking, but the other world I was floating in muffled it all.

“FUUUUCK!” his roar brought me back enough to witness him pull out of me to watch his release shoot all over my stomach. The sight of it excited me. Made me forget I’d just been given the most life altering experience of my life and I already wanted more.

His eyes lifted from the view of my stomach to meet my dazed eyes. He was panting. Trying to catch his breath. Sweat clung to his skin. His eyes had more color than black now. “Holy hell,” he whispered.

I touched the hot seed on my stomach. Curious about how it felt and liking the image of it on my fingers.

“Jesus Christ, Beulah,” he said with a small laugh. “I’m going to toss you over and fuck you again, this time so I can worship that ass of yours if you don’t stop. I’ll never get enough of you. Of this.”

A slow smile spread across my face as I lifted my fingers and tasted his release. I felt wanton and I loved it.

His eyes flared again and I knew our night wasn’t over.

Stone

ACKNOWLEDGING MY RELATIONSHIP WITH JASPER wasn’t more important than Beulah hadn’t been a quick thing. I’d battled it. Fought it. But in the end, there was only so much room in my heart and Beulah was quickly filling it. The more I got to know her, the further I was consumed.

Last night had been it. Changed it all. Every step, every choice, all of it from now on would be centered around Beulah. She had slowly become my life. I didn’t regret it. How could I when I had never felt such complete joy in my entire life? Any darkness, pain, anger that had been a constant in my life didn’t matter. She drowned it all out just by being near me.

I would fight. I would face whatever necessary to keep her.

Taking a drink of my coffee I continued to lean against the doorframe watching her sleep. We’d had another intense round last night where I was positive I left a hand print on her left butt cheek. I woke her up after a few hours’ sleep and made love to her. We took it slow that time. I tasted her while she squirmed and pulled my hair.

The memory made me hard. I had to keep my distance as she slept now.

She needed her rest. Even in her sleep there she smiled softly. I’d put that there. My chest felt like it would explode. The idea of beating my hands against it like a cave man was tempting. She was asleep and completed exhausted because I’d given her more pleasure than she could take. I wasn’t an easy man to love. I was easier to hate. I knew that.