Page 58 of Fracture

I crush her protests with my mouth. No more. Enough. I’m not having this perfect creature weeping in front of me, beratingherself for god knows what when the man she’s standing in front of is less than perfect. When I’m more broken and damned than she could ever know. But I want to deserve her. Somehow, some way, I want to deserve both of them.

I want to be fucking happy. I want to be brave enough to seize all of this with both hands, to have everything and everyone and be so fucking full of joy that all the dark, all those black spots of pain and damage that blanket my soul are blotted out.

I devour Stella’s sobs and tears, drinking in every part of her. Her hands scratch at my stomach, as though fighting a losing battle, too tired to fight this anymore.

“I’m yours,” she gasps against my lips.

I tear down the straps of her dress, teeth grazing along her collarbone, the curve of her shoulder, and she pushes a hand into my shorts. Her delicate fingers wrap around me, and she huffs out a breath against my heated skin. One hand braces against my chest, and she pushes me onto the step behind me. She peels off her sundress, then climbs into my lap, straddling me and hesitating for a moment, her shoulders heaving. Her eyes meet mine, her plump lips quivering.

“I waited for you,” she murmurs.

“I know.”

She takes a deep, shuddering breath, lifting her hips so the head of my cock just caresses her entrance, and her eyes flutter shut.

“Guera,I’ve got you.”

Without opening her eyes, she takes my face in hers, and with a small moan she sinks down onto me, enveloping me with all her slick heat. Just that sensation alone has me seeing fucking stars, just her naked warmth around me, her breath washing over my lips.

“You feel so good.” I run my hands up her back, into her hair. She’s so fucking tight, and with nothing between us, I haveto claw on to my restraint not to come. She moves and I hiss in a breath, each circle of her hips taking me closer and closer to fucking heaven. “Fuck,guera, fuck. That’s it.”

The step behind me digs into my back as she rides me, the sensation unpleasant enough that I focus on that instead of the feeling of that sweet pussy working me. She doesn’t release my face, keeping me close as she moans, tiny sounds like she’s afraid of herself, like the desire is threatening to unleash something bigger than both of us.

“Let go,” I tell her. “You let go, it’s just us.”

“Put your hand around my throat.” She says, her eyes meeting mine, danger and need flashing at the same time. “I trust you. I want you to.”

I lean back on the step, bracing myself on an elbow as I extend my other hand, bracing it around the smooth column of her neck. Her head tips back slightly, a moan, louder this time, bursting from somewhere deep within her, and her hips start to work me harder.

“That’s my girl.” I lower my eyes to where our bodies join, and my dick is stretching her almost obscenely, her rosy pink clit rubbing against me. I squeeze her throat a little tighter, and the pulse that jolts through her pussy almost has me come undone right there and then. “Fuck,” I murmur over a heavy exhale.

Stella is lost in the moment now, her perfect tits bouncing as she rides me, one hand against my stomach and the other braced against the railing. Her pussy is so tight now, her climax drawing closer and closer. She starts to grind herself against me, and I lift my hips to meet her strokes, to provide that friction that she needs to come on my cock.

I should lift her off me before I spill inside her, I know I should. But she doesn’t give me a chance to think or be any semblance of fucking responsible. Her hips buck against me, her head thrown right back, straining against my hand, and asher stomach tenses, I feel that pulse again, followed by another, and another. She moans my name, curling her hand around my wrist, holding on for dear life as my cock twitches and releases deep inside her. I pull her down to me, sliding in and out of her as she lies against my chest, savoring every single clench of her pussy as she rides out her orgasm, as I fill her with mine.

Finally, we’re both sprawled on the stairs, her face tipped up into the crook of my neck, panting and sweating. All I can think, the singular thought in my head, isFinally. Maybe it’s crude to think that way, I don’t know. I don’t fucking care. Lying here with her in my arms, shuddering and gasping softly, my cum dripping out of her, all I can think isI finally had her. It was hurried and frenzied, and my back fucking hurts from these stupid stairs.

But fuck, I’ve had her, and she’s had me.

A door closes softly, and my heart roars.

It wasn’t just us. Levi is here too.

Stella doesn’t seem to have heard it, her body still lax and soft from her orgasm. I’m overtaken by that greedy feeling again, selfish and consuming, and I know it’s wrong.

But I still want them both. And I don’t know how to tell her that. This feeling is gutting, and I’m convinced this family is going to fucking kill me.

“Are you OK?” Stella asks softly, lifting her head from my chest to gaze up at me. She looks almost sleepy, drunk and satisfied.

“I just - I didn’t mean to come inside you, I shouldn’t have done that.”

She shrugs, running a finger along my jaw. “I have an IUD. I wanted you to come inside me.”

Those words are enough to have me getting hard again. Before I can get too entangled in that feeling, I lift her off me, and she gasps a little.

“You’re bigger than I expected,” she says with a little laugh.

“Well thanks.” I kiss her forehead, and groan as my back connects with the step again. “I need to get up.”

---