At the sound of a shuddering breath, I looked up at Stella. She was gazing at me over her shoulder, her eyes hooded and her lips parted. My cock was burning under my trousers from this moment alone. "Don't stop," she whispered.
I didn't. How could I? I pressed my lips to her skin and nipped, lower this time. Near the junction of her thighs. She was glorious there, soft, smooth, delicious. And the sounds she made, my god.
I nipped again, closer to the heaven covered by that scrap of cotton. Once and then twice, and then my only desire was biting every inch. Turning it hot and red. And that was what I did, hypnotized by her purrs and moans, until a starburst of teeth marks covered her bare cheek.
When I pressed a chaste kiss to her inflamed skin, I battled a surge of arousal and pride and doubt. I didn't understand why this turned me on, why I felt like I owned that ass, or why I struggled to accept what I'd done to her. None of it made sense but instead of puzzling it out, I kissed her again. No tongue, no teeth, just my lips on her throbbing backside.
"Stella," I said, my hands loose on her hips as I turned her to face me. I found her eyes wide and cloudy, somewhere between needing more and not believing she let me nibble her ass. I was right there with her. Couldn't believe it, needed a whole hell of a lot more. I hooked my fingers around the sides of her panties. "I'm taking these off now."
"It's about damn—ahhhh." Her words dissolved into a quiet scream as I dragged the fabric over her abused bottom. She beat her fists against the door at her back. "Fuck fuck fuckfuck."
I brought my hand to her ankle, squeezing so she'd lift her foot. When she did, I pulled the panties off and moved to her other ankle. With the garment out of my way, I ran my knuckles down the dark thatch of curls between her legs. "I'll make it better, Stel," I promised. "Is that what you want, sweet thing? You want me to take care of this ache? You want me to kiss it better?"
"I don't wax," she announced, her head tilted back against the door and her words shaky. "It hurts and it's expensive and I don't have time for that shit."
I brought a hand to my erection, squeezing it through my trousers. It was all I could do to keep from exploding right here. "Yeah, that's not a problem. I've dropped Blow Pops on the rug, picked them up, and enjoyed them just the same. Spread your legs."
She glanced down at me, at my hand on my cock. "Recently?"
I squeezed again, for her benefit as much as mine. "I don't see how that matters."
With a laugh, she said, "It doesn't but I'm trying to figure you out. I don't know many men who regularly consume Blow Pops. Or lollipops of any variety."
"Maybe they should." With my palms flat on her inner thighs, I pushed her legs apart. Even in the darkness I could see the shine of her arousal. "Where do you think I learned how to bite and lick?"
"Seriously," Stella replied, groaning. "You should've said something to memonthsago."
Shrugging, I dragged two fingers through her slit. The scent of her was amazing. It wasn't fruit or candy or flowers, nothing that didn't belong in this sacred space. She smelled like a woman, rich and ripe. I breathed her in as I circled the pearl at her apex, tracing around and around while her hips rolled and her stance widened.
Fuck, she made a pretty picture. Bare from the waist down, flushed from the neck up. Lips parted, gaze lowered like she wanted to exist in this narrow space between us and nowhere else.
I spared Stella a quick smile. "Sorry about that. Didn't know where to start."
Around and around. Two fingers now, around and around. Another two fingers at her opening, just barely petting. Only enough for her to know I was there.
She laughed, brought her hand to my head. "You should've started with, 'Hi, I'm Cal and I might look nice but I'm a pervy beast and I'd like to wreck you up against a door.'"
"You would've gone for that?" I asked, sliding those fingers inside her. "Seems…inappropriate."
I didn't even care about my throbbing cock anymore, not with my eyes rolling back in my head at the feel of her muscles spasming around me. No, that wasn't entirely true. I cared a great deal about my cock and his satisfaction but Stella came first.
Her fingers tangled around my hair, gripping as much of the short strands as she could. "Nah, you're right. Tackling me was a much better choice. Your game's golden, sweetheart."
I wanted to laugh at that but the only thing I really wanted was my mouth on her skin. I leaned forward, dropping light kisses up and down her cleft. And she wanted that too. The way her breath caught, her words faltered, her fingers fisted against my scalp, her body pitched toward my mouth for more. No, it wasn't want. It was need. She needed me right now.
That knowledge alone was enough to do me in.
Stella's grip on me tightened. She angled me back, forcing me to look up at her. "I'm going to burst into flame right now," she whispered.
I brought my hand to her thigh, cupped the back of her knee. I pushed it up, settled her over my shoulder. I kept her steady with a hand on her ass—the unbitten side. "Not if I can help it," I replied.
She continued speaking but I stopped hearing, my pulse pounding in my ears and her creamy thigh drowning out everything else. I parted her folds and licked, giving no thought to style or finesse. My only objectives were tasting her and teasing her. Perhaps I should've leaned into my A game but this didn't seem like the moment for that. I had the rest of our lives to wow her with my technique.
It was a good thing we had time on our side because it only took one, two, three flat-tongued licks to set her off. She dropped her hands to my shoulders and pitched forward as I ran the tip of my tongue around her clit and pumped my fingers into her cunt and there was nothing more perfect than this moment. She let me caress her through the rise and fall of her release and then let me build her back up again. She climbed and climbed, her body impossibly tight, and then she broke.
"You're beautiful," I said, the words spoken against the jut of her hipbone.
"You're good with your hands," she panted. "Tongue too."
