Page 8 of A Stone's Chance

“Stone!” she cried. One of her hands clutched my shirt, and her other grappled along the top of the desk, looking for purchase.

“Fuck. Fuck.” One damn thrust and I was spellbound. Aubrey wasn’t like any other woman. It wasn’t just how her perfect sex fisted me or how it felt like she was carved flawlessly for my dick. No, it was the sound of something deep in the center of my heart clicking. The place where something in me had been out of line all my life, not quite right, and now a notch fell into place. Now I knew I’d made a mistake. I should have left Aubrey alone. One night with her would never be enough.

Those curious eyes that always seemed to see too much stared up at me. They held my gaze with questions as she slid a soft hand under my shirt and caressed skin and muscle until her delicate fingers stopped over my heart. “Stone?”

Wrong fucking move. Her touch was too close to where I needed her, wanted her. I took hold of her wrist, then snatched her hand away from me. “Remember, lovely. I’m in charge here.”

Her brows furrowed.

“Say it,” I demanded. If I didn’t keep control of this situation, the one moment in a lifetime, I’d lose my damn mind.

“You’re in control.”

“Your only job is to hold on for the ride.”

She nodded and sank her teeth into her full bottom lip.

Lowering my head, I kissed those lips. I claimed her mouth as if I’d find my next breath in her. Her tongue met mine, and we dueled, licking and sucking away at each other. Shifting my hips, I pulled out of her to the tip, then claimed her again. She was slick. Her wetness coated me, making my way into her snug heat less encumbered the second time. Aubrey was fucking tight, and her grip had me groaning whether I was entering or exiting her body. But she wasn’t a virgin.

I wasn’t a male chauvinist. In my eyes, women had equal rights regarding bedroom sports. But Aubrey was different. My mind taunted me with questions and images. Was it my brother? Did Aubrey and Dean have more than a friendship? The gentleman in me had no right to ask. But, fuck that. The part of me driving deeper and harder into a paradise I’d never known was no gentleman. It was all man, animal even.

“Who?” I growled. I slipped the hand from her hip to her ass and dragged her off the edge of the desk. It gave me leverage. Put her at my mercy as I widened my stance and sent my thrusts in a new direction. Ensuring I stroked and stimulated all those awakened nerves that extended along the upper part of her sex. I wanted to make her come for me, call my name. Not Dean’s or anyone else’s.

“What?” she whispered, her voice ghostly as she spoke along my lips.

“Who fucked you, Aubrey? Who touched what’s mine?” Was mine…Is mine? The hell if I knew what I was saying.

“Stone…I—”

I refused to look into her eyes. I didn’t want to know the truth because if she whispered Dean’s name, I wasn’t sure if I could stop. Even knowing my brother had a claim to her first, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

Kissing the corner of her mouth, her temple, then licking the shell of her ear, I continued to take her. I wouldn’t make it easy on her. I’d keep my silence until I had a name. The name of the man whose life I’d end. Goodbye, Dean.

“Mar—lin, my sophomore year boyfriend.”

“Fucking, Marlin.” I took her mouth, a fierce kiss. Cool beads of relief slid down my spine. My baby brother would live another day.

I had intended to place her hands at the edge of the desk above her head and keep our contact as minimum as possible. Instead, I laced my finger through hers as I took her hard and deep. I lowered my chest to her full, soft breasts and felt her quiver beneath me as her pussy tightened around my cock. I groaned in her mouth as I pushed in further until there was no end to me or beginning to her.

When the quakes started, first in her core and contracted her belly, then traveled up her thighs, now locked around my hips, I shifted.

I ground my pelvis right against her needy clit and kept my thrust short. Snatching my lips away from her glorious mouth, I growled, “Come.”

Even with her eyes closed and face contorted in painful ecstasy, she answered the command. She came with a scream.

She was magnificent. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the beauty of seeing her open-mouthed, neck arched, and the feel of her short French-tipped nails digging into the backs of my hands. Her sight was only second to the feeling of being balls deep inside her.

Fuck. I wanted to see and feel all it all again. When her quivers began to subside, I went to take her to the peak once again. I was a greedy man. I sat back and stared down at the glorious mess she had made. Her pussy was sopping wet. The same decadent cream covered the inside of her thighs, my lower abs and gave a shine to my cock. I didn’t know which I enjoyed more, seeing my shaft glided into her slick heat or pulling it out.

At this moment, I could have both. I continued to thrust in and out of her. I gave her steady, long strokes as I took my hand from hers and caressed down her body. I only paused once to tweak one of her hard nipples. Her breasts were plump and beautiful, but I couldn’t give them the time they deserved. Reaching my destination, I slipped my thumb through her bare, swollen lips until I found the nub of joy.

I had her spread wide, her body so aroused, her inner labia was unashamedly on display, like hibiscus, wet and pink after the rain. My mouth watered, wanting another taste.

Denying myself, I continued to work her with my thumb and cock. I set an urgent, steady rhythm. I felt those dying shivers inside her begin to build again. “That’s it, lovely. Let it happen.”

She clenched around me. “I don’t think I can… Stone…”

“You can. Don’t fight it.” I thought as I fought back my orgasm, I wouldn’t relent. I had to see her come apart again. One more time. For the last time. I knew if I didn’t stop, I wouldn’t stop. I’d take Aubrey over and over again, all over the fucking house, until neither of us could walk.

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