Page 52 of Stanton Adore

“It came from your mouth.” He points at me. “You are the one who said it. Let me see, it went like this. Have you slept with him? And you replied yes!” he yells.

I step back and cross my arms. “So, you don’t believe me?” I whisper.

He drops his head again, his hands still linked on top of his head. “Let’s just leave it.” He drops his hands. “This is stupid.”

“No, Josh, you’re stupid.”

His eyes ignite with rage.

“Do you really expect me to believe you didn’t sleep with him?” His eyes are questioning and hurt.

“I didn’t, I promise. I would never have done that to you. I kept waiting for you to work it out. Why didn’t you work it out, Josh?” Hot tears stream down onto my cheeks, tears of guilt. Through the lump in my throat I whisper, “Have you ever thought of me, Josh?”

He nods, the sight of the emotion in his eyes opens a wound in my chest, and a sob escapes.

“Josh, I’ve missed you, so damn much it hurts,” I whisper. He stays silent as he inhales precious air deeply into his lungs. He lifts his hand and runs it over my hair.

“Show me.” He continues stroking my hair and wraps his fingers around the back of my neck. I look up at his lips as he lowers them to mine. He kisses me gently, swiping his tongue through my open mouth. A shiver runs through my body and a groan escapes me, one I can’t control. The kiss deepens and his tongue takes over every sense I own, taking what he wants. He brings his hands to my face and holds my cheeks as he kisses me again, deeper this time. His tongue demanding arousal. My body happy to oblige. A shiver runs through me as I feel a very familiar pulse start to throb between my legs. I can’t believe it; we are alone and he knows the truth. The last thought scatters goose bumps over my body.

“Show me,” he whispers in my ear as he bites it. “Show me how much you have missed me.” He runs his open mouth down the length of my neck. I pull back to look at him and his eyes have changed. They are now dark with desire. They call to a part of me that only he knows. Without breaking eye contact he grabs the bottom of his T-shirt and pulls it off over his head. Each breath I take is deeper than the last, my heart racing out of control. My eyes drop to his chest, holy fuck this body is ridiculous. It takes my breath away. He is tanned and muscular and his chest has a scattering of dark hair that picks up again below his navel in a thin line that disappears into his cargo pants. I look back up to see the anxiety etched on his face. I run my fingertips down the length of his body until I reach the tattoo. Ahh, that’s why he looks nervous, he doesn’t know how I will react. I turn him and lift his arm. He lets me and raises his arm for me to see. I follow my name with my fingertip slowly. My god, I adore this man.

“When did you get this, baby?” I whisper…silence, he doesn’t answer. “Josh, answer me and I want the truth.”

“On your twenty-first birthday—it’s your birthday present.” He closes his eyes as if pained. I can’t help it, tears instantly overfill my eyes. I bend and slowly kiss the tattoo. Overcome with emotion, I can’t hold the tears back as they run freely down my face. I hold him in an embrace around the stomach as I sob against his body.

He runs his fingers through my hair. “Happy birthday, precious girl.”

I stand up and that’s it. I know it’s over. I will do anything he wants. With dark eyes he tics his jaw and cracks his neck. I love that. “Now stop with the blubbering and show me how much you’ve fucking missed me.” He smiles and bites his lip as he grabs my shoulders and pushes me down onto my knees. I drop, eager to taste him. Desperation hits as I rip his pants down. His engorged length falls into my hands and I lick my lips as I size up the perfect manhood in front of me. Holy mother fuck, he’s frigging huge. Has he always been this big? He gently runs his fingers through my hair and lifts himself into my waiting mouth. I close my eyes as I swirl my tongue around the tip and gently suck.

“Fuck,” he hisses and leans back against the wall, unable to hold his weight on his legs any longer. His response urges me on, and I take the full length of him. I suck harder and hold on to his hips for balance. Slowly but surely, I build a rhythm, each stroke deeper than the last, each suck more powerful. The contrast between the hard, powerful lurches of his hips into my mouth and the gentle stroking of his hands on my hair bring me to an involuntary groan. I am rewarded with a gush of pre-ejaculate. God, he tastes good. His breathing is labored and he leans his head back against the wall.

“Fuck, Tash, you suck me so good,” he breathes. He pushes the hair from my forehead and runs his fingers down my cheeks, feeling them dip in as I suck. His mouth drops open as he watches me, and the look in his eyes is pure predatory. Our eyes lock and something shifts between us—memories reawaken. An unspoken language that only we can understand. I close my eyes to block out the intimacy. It’s too much. Too fast. He pulls himself free of my mouth and bends to kiss me, a slow gentle tongue kiss.

“Stand,” he whispers. “I need to be inside you, precious girl.” I stand and he kisses me again as he pushes me back to the vanity and lifts me to sit on top of it. He slowly undoes my towel from my body and stands back to look at me. I feel self-conscious. It’s the middle of the frigging day and I’m spread-eagled in front of the most beautiful man on the planet. His eyes drop to between my legs.

“Perfect,” he whispers. I smile as I internally thank Abbie for the appointment at the Beautiful Behinds waxing salon yesterday. I owe her…big-time. He runs his hand down the front of my neck to my breasts, which he cups with his hands, my nipples hardening under his attention. He lets out a low groan and closes his eyes. Seriously, this man is hot. I think the phrase God’s gift to women is definitely appropriate in this situation. His mouth drops open again as he watches with dark eyes his fingers run down the length of my body, and he swipes them through the wet flesh between my legs. I whimper and throw my head back to lean on the mirror.

He starts to kiss my neck with an open mouth and gently starts to spread my knees with his hands, running slowly both hands backward and forward from my knees to my hips. I know he’s trying to calm himself. His breath is quivering as he sucks in air. Just the thought that he could be this aroused from my body starts to liquefy my insides and I find myself panting, anticipating his next move. His fingertips circle through my swollen flesh and his thumb rubs over my clitoris. I shudder with arousal. “Fuck, you are dripping wet,” he smiles into my neck. I grab the back of his head and bury it into my neck. I can’t even speak, let alone answer. A low moan escapes me. Even if I wanted to stop and I don’t, it would not be physically possible at this point. My body has gone into overdrive and is on a one-way racetrack to orgasm. He steps back and once again stares down at my open, weeping flesh, he cracks his neck hard and I know he’s gone past his physical limits of restraint. His mouth slackens and he slowly pushes one of his fingers into me, twisting his hand as he does. He closes his eyes as he moans. “Fuck!”

I smile and bite my lip. I like that response. I like it a lot. Standing back with eyes still focused on my sex, he slowly fucks me with his finger and then adds a second as he twists his hand again. I groan and lean my head back. Shit, I think I’m going to come from just this, how embarrassing. He seems to lose control and bites my neck hard as his strong fingers pick up the pace.

“You’re so tight, precious. I wanted to come with you the first time, but it’s not going to work.” He bites me, taking possession, and it’s almost painful. Goose bumps scatter again.

“Huh,” I whisper. “What do you mean?”

“If I don’t make you come first, I won’t be able to get in—you’re too tight, baby,” he whispers into my ear as he bites it. On hearing those words my legs open wider by themselves, and he starts to scissor his fingers. Oh dear god. This is too good.

Once again, he takes my mouth hard, a take-no-prisoners kind of kiss, biting my bottom lip as he pulls away. He bends and picks me up over his shoulder and walks down the hall, bangs open my bedroom door and throws me onto the bed. Oh fuck, this is going to hurt. I just know it. I think I said once before, who does he think he is? I can tell you one thing, he puts Dirk Diggler to shame. Shit, and he said I’m tight. Before I can think anymore, he crawls over me and settles his hips to cradle between my legs. He gently starts to rub the side of his shaft through my swollen flesh, while holding his weight up on straightened arms as he kisses me passionately again. A gentle hard rub, one that has my body involuntarily lifting off the bed to meet him. Damn, he’s good at this. His hand runs from my jaw down to my breast to my hip bone, then underneath my knee as he brings my leg around his hip. All the while he is kissing me passionately. I don’t have a fucking chance against this god. Slowly he kisses down my throat to my breasts, which he immediately brings to attention as he sucks both of my nipples hard between his teeth. My back arches off the bed, a sheen of perspiration now covering both of our bodies. I run my fingers through his hair. He pushes my legs apart until they are touching the bed and he gives me a carnal smile as he disappears down my body. Shit, it’s daylight. Surely, we can ease into this in the dark for Pete’s sake. But my thoughts are instantly erased as his hot tongue swipes through my flesh. I jump off the bed, the sensation burning through me.

“Sshh, precious girl, I’ve got you. Relax, baby, I won’t hurt you.” He reaches his hand up and links his fingers in mine, and our eyes lock. The intimacy of the act once again undoes my emotions and I put my head back onto the mattress to hide my glassy eyes. Fuck, what am I doing? I’m going to get hurt, I just know it. This can only end badly.

His tongue goes to work stroking deep long licks through the length of my sex. I start to quiver. “Sshh, baby,” he stops and stills to calm me. “Take your time, relax. Let me enjoy you.” I nod and squeeze his hand, unable to articulate words. This is too much. He squeezes my hand back and then brings his fingers down to part me open to his gaze. I’m holding my breath. Actually, no, I’m not holding it, I can’t breathe, my lungs have no air. I’m waiting for his reaction, for him to say something.

He closes his eyes and whispers. “Do you know how long I’ve waited to have you like this?” My glassy eyes meet his and I nod. I, too, have waited long and hard for this.

“Let me come inside you.”

I frown at him. “Josh, I don’t think.”