Page 15 of Stevie
“Throwing is different from carrying. I’m a big girl,” she mumbles softly.
“Uh huh, and I’m a bigger man.” I give her a wink while reaching over and grabbing some paper towels. “Hold this on your cut– What’s wrong?” I panic as I watch a tear roll down her cheek.
“I hate this,” she croaks. “The assholes online, my surgery coming up, the constant on and off bleeding, you having to be here. I’m already having a bad day and I don’t feel attractive and then I had to twist my damn ankle.”
“Stevie,” I sigh softly, “I’m really sorry this is happening to you. You don’t deserve… well any of this.” She closes her eyes and rests her head back. “And for the record, I find you attractive. All the time. You look really pretty today.” I mutter, trying to sound casual. Stevie opens her eyes and looks me over before pursing her lips and shaking her head.
“Stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop trying to give me a pep talk. I don’t need it.” Rolling my eyes, I stand up from the stool.
“It’s not a pep talk. I’m being serious! You are attractive!”
“I know I’m attractive! I am telling you to stop saying you are attracted to me.” She huffs while looking away.
“Why?” I ask slowly as I notice the pink hue over her cheeks. “Is it because you like it?” Her eyes go wide before shooting back at mine.
“I never said–”
“It’s just a question, Peaches.” I murmur, leaning over her. “It’s not a proposal. Do you like that I’m attracted to you?” I can hear her swallow before she gives me the smallest nod.
“What are you doing?” She breathes, and I watch her gaze land on my crotch.
“What does it look like?” Her eyes move up from the bulge I know is growing in my pants to my eyes.
“They could come in here any minute,” she breathes. “They could hear us. And then they will know all about this thing we’re doing.”
“You really know how to make a guy feel wanted.” I joke dryly while leaning over her chair. “All you gotta do is tell me to stop.” I taunt while closing the door to the small room before walking back to her. I give her a look, silently asking if she wants to continue and as soon as she nods her head, my hands are unzipping her jeans and slipping them down.
“Are you sure? I mean, I’m not currently bleeding, but I could start, and the blood—Oh my god,” I watch her head roll as I cup her pussy in my hand.
“Baby, don’t take this the wrong way but, lay the chair back and shut up.” Stevie laughs as she lowers the back down and I reach my hands up her soft, full waist. “God, you’re so fucking soft,” I marvel while moving her shirt over her chest and my fucking god… her tits in her bra… “I love this bra,” I whisper in appreciation while running my hands over the lace skulls. “But I will cut it the fuck off if you don’t unclasp it.”
Stevie sits up and unclasps her bra while I remove my shirt and jeans before staring in wonder at the woman before me. Jesus Christ, it’s always the same, every time I see her I’m reminded there is zero chance I’m coming out of this arrangement unscathed. Fuck, there’s zero chance I’m coming out, period. I have hard, real feelings for this woman and it’s going to destroy me when she says goodbye. I’m fucking selfish and greedy when it comes to Stevie, and I will deal with that heartache later.
Grabbing her full hips, I yank her towards the end of the chair, making her squeak in surprise.
“Baby, are you going to be able to keep quiet?” I breathe while staring down at her. Her ample tits, her dark pink nipples, her creamy, soft, rounded stomach, and her generous hips. “God fucking damn, you have to be the most gorgeous creature on this planet.” She blushes lightly but smiles.
“Thank you, but you and I both know I don’t enjoy the talking.” She winks and I have to force myself not to roll my eyes. That’s her way of telling me I’ve gotten in my ‘flirty talk’. I slide her panties down her soft skin, tossing them over my shoulder and…
“Holy shit,” I inhale sharply as I stare down at her spread legs and the bright green balls decorating her clit. That’s new from the ring she usually wears.
“You like i–Oh my god!” she gasps as I run the flat of my tongue up her slit. Fuck, she tastes so good. My mouth has never been down here and fucking Christ, what a crime that is. I never want to come back up. “B-Brooks! Fuck, hang on!” She pants out as her back arches. I press my hand on her stomach to hold her down so she doesn’t fall off as I flick my tongue over her piercing. There is no hang on. She says stop and I stop. Otherwise, she better hang the fuck on. “Oh!” she cries out, and I feel her wiggle under me to spread her legs wider. “Brooks, no one… oh my god… listen, you don’t have to do this.” I momentarily pause, consuming her delicious pussy and stare up at her with heated eyes.
“Does it look like I’m down here suffering to you?” I ask, a little annoyed that she’s stopping me, but then I see the hesitation in her gaze. Where had her confidence gone? “Hey,” I whisper, climbing up to cup her face. “Stevie, what is it?”
“I just,” Her cheeks heat and she avoids my gaze. “Nobody has ever given me… this and with my condition, I bleed a lot and unexpectedly and I just… if I taste weird or there is blood going on I don’t want you to be grossed out.”
“You don’t taste weird,” I state firmly, pressing my forehead to hers. I watch her eyes roll and just like that, I’m annoyed. “You know, I don’t care much for your attitude today.” I say as I trail my hand down and over her stomach until I reach her pussy. I stick two of my fingers in, causing her to gasp and shudder under me. She closes her eyes as I pump in and out of her, collecting her arousal on my fingers. “Open your eyes.” I demand, pumping once more. “You look right at me.” For once, she does what I say and opens her pretty blue eyes. I give her a couple more pumps before pulling my fingers out of her.
“Open that infuriating mouth,” I growl softly as I bring my fingers, coated in her arousal, up to my mouth. I make her watch while I suck them clean before leaning down and capturing her mouth with mine, forcing the taste of her from my mouth into hers. She inhales sharply before I pull away, leaving her staring at me with wide eyes. “See,” I smirk before going back down. “Delicious isn’t it? Now, if you don’t mind, I was in the middle of my meal, and I’m not one who appreciates being interrupted.”
Her moan sends a bolt to my cock so powerful I nearly blow my load in my boxers. “Baby,” I purr between sucking her clit and penetrating her with my tongue. “Your sounds have such a choke hold on my cock right now.” I insert my fingers inside her, pressing up and stroking her walls. I continue to flick and suck her clit; playing with her little piercing is going to become an addiction, I can feel it.
“More,” she moans through her pants. “More tongue, please Brooks.” She whines as her fingers grip my short hair, pushing me closer. I moan at the sting as I kiss, suck, and tease her clit. I feel her walls fluttering, so I slip a third finger inside while running my teeth over the bud. Her thighs shake as she arches her back. She slaps her hand over her mouth as she screams while arching off the table. I feel her tightening around me while she greedily grinds her pussy against my mouth. I allow it. I welcome it. I lick and suck her completely clean, finishing her off with soft kisses on her now swollen clit.
