I take a step forward and shush her with a finger. “Did you do this for Brad?” Stevie shakes her head with a panicked look in her eyes. “Did you want him to put his hand underneath this tiny skirt so he could touch your wet pussy and make you come infront of everyone around you?” I slide my hand under her skirt, making my way up, feeling the smoothness of the stockings, and stop at the apex of her thighs. The jealousy I feel toward this situation isn’t healthy, yet I couldn’t give a shit. Even though I know Stevie is telling the truth, I can’t help the need to claim her as mine. She moans in response and shakes her head again. She seems to like the angry and jealous side of me. I can’t imagine how wet she is right now. “Did you want him to bend you over in his car, rip them off, and fuck you from behind?” The image of us doing that crosses my mind, and it takes all my goddamn strength not to do it. Stevie shakes her head again, and I throw her on the mattress.
Conveniently, her skirt has buttons on the front, and I take advantage, ripping them open and throwing the piece of clothing over my shoulder. Next, I tear her sheer black pantyhose right down the middle, leaving her pussy completely bare for me. I’m not thinking straight. This primal need that I’ve only ever had with one partner before takes over, and Stevie seems to love it. She’s writhing and begging for me to touch her, so I do just that.
I hover over her and kiss her roughly, touching her clit gently and sticking a finger inside of her. Another surge of jealousy flares through me at what I find.
She’s fucking soaked. “You better have been this wet for only me.” She whimpers and moves her hips. I stop her with my hand. “Tell me who made you this wet.” I bite her lip.
Her eyebrows turn inward as I move one finger. “You,” she gasps, and I groan. We kiss again, and I allow her to use my hand as she fucks herself with my finger, making my cock twitch.
Stevie breaks our kiss and takes my face into her palms. “Levi?”
“Yeah?” I grit out, knowing what she’s about to say.
I curl my finger, hitting that spot I’ve learned she likes. She moans as she says, “Fuck me, please.”
Kissing her, I whisper, “Only because you saidplease.”
Quickly, I take her vest, shirt, and bra off. Jesus, this outfit might have looked great, but it’s a pain in the ass for this kind of situation. She takes my shirt off and lowers my pants as much as she can. I need to be inside her now.
I sit up, looking for a condom, when I feel her hand on my arm.
Stevie looks at me with messy hair and makeup, shaking her head no.
The fuck does she mean no?
“I’m on the shot, and I went to the doctor after finding out about Andrew.” His name alone ticks me off. “I want to feel all of you.”
“Fuck, Stevie.” I close my eyes. I’m clean too, and I trust her, of course I trust her, but it’s been so long since I’ve done that. She also seems to have forgotten one thing. I look down, and she follows my line of sight to the piercing. I know it won’t hurt either one of us, but she needs to be ready.
“Are you sure?”
She nods, looking determined. “I might’ve done some research this weekend.” Her face flushes. “I’m ready.”
I can’t help the laugh that comes out. “Of course you did.” Stevie smiles, and we take a moment to look at each other. I explore every inch of her face, and she seems to do the same. My chest constricts the tiniest bit, and I ignore the feeling. Now is not the time for that. I like her, a hell of a lot, but we need to take that side of things slow.
Stevie takes me in her hand, and I suck in a breath through my teeth, cursing. I line myself up and keep my eyes on hers as I push forward. Our mouths are wide open until I thrust myself in and I growl while she moans so loudly, I’m sure it was heard blocks away from the apartment.
“I told you it’d fit,” I whisper, reminding her of her comments from days ago. She moans again. “You okay?” I ask through gritted teeth, trying my fucking patience.
“Yes.” She bites her lip. “Don’t stop.” She emphasizes the point by clenching around me.
“Fuck, baby.” Needing to feel that again, I pull out of her. She looks at me, confused, till I slam my dick into her in one hard thrust. Her scream is loud and sexy. It ends with a light moan, and I kiss her neck. “You’re taking me so well, Stevie.”
She whimpers in return, and I move my hips at a steady rate, ripping her stockings wider. Stevie makes sounds that I’ve never heard before, and she’s so fucking wet I can feel it getting everywhere. I’m not going to last, I have to slow down.
Taking her hands, I pin them above her head and suck one of her nipples. Her back arches as she begs me to move faster.
“Shhh. You want to be a good girl, don’t you, baby?”
I lick over her other nipple lightly and nibble on it, which I’m sure turns me on more than it does her. She clenches again, and I hiss. I know that the sensation is heightened for her as it is for me because of my piercing. I’m used to it, but this is her first time, and even if it isn’t mine, with her it feels different, better.
“Yes,” she whispers.
My mouth moves to her other tit, and I continue to move inside of her slowly. “Say it.” I’ve been dying to hear those fucking words from her. “Say what you want to be.”
She obeys. “I want to be a good girl.”
When I peer up, her face turns slightly pink.Still so shy.
