“Relax,” I whisper. “This is okay. This is us.”
“I like the sound of that,” she replies quietly. “Is this right?” she asks as she starts to move her hand up and down my length. “Or is it too tight?”
She’s kind of crushing my cock in her grip. “Loosen it a bit.”
Stacey does, and my eyes roll as she twists her wrist when she reaches the tip, slamming her mouth on mine.
My balls tighten as she continues, all the blood in my body rushing to between my legs. I groan as tingles start travelling from my groin up my spine.
“Go faster,” I tell her, my teeth clenching when she does. I reach under her to grab her ass, raising my hips to fuck into the grip she has on my cock. My free hand clutches her jaw, tilting her head to the side so I can kiss her throat.
She pumps faster, base to tip, rotating her wrist and moaning as I suck on the skin above her collarbone. My muscles spasm all over, and I’m so fucking close already .
I nip at her throat, breathing heavily, my vision blurring, and when I feel the pull in my balls, I groan from the building pressure and say, “Go slow. Fuck, go slow.”
I chase the soaring high just as she sinks her teeth into my bottom lip, and everything smashes into me at once. The back of my head presses into the pillow. Slower, yet still as tight, Stacey keeps stroking but pulls back to watch me through my release. Heart pounding, my eyes close and my muscles bunch at my thighs; I fist both hands, gritting out curses and her name, my breaths completely stalling.
Strings of cum hit my chest in the hardest orgasm I think I’ve ever had. My heart beats rapidly, my lungs desperate for air as my mind goes blank. Satisfied, and relaxed, I find her free hand and hold it while I float back down to reality.
When I open my eyes properly, she grins at me as she lets go of my dick. “That’s something else we should definitely do again.”
I chuckle, moving curls from her face and tucking them behind her ear. “Only because I like you.”
Stacey grins wider, kissing my cheek. “I like you too. Now where are your towels? I have cum on my hand, and you have it everywhere.”
She goes to my bathroom and throws me one. “I need to go back to Lu’s room. I’ll see you later?”
I tilt my head while I wipe myself. “Did you just use me?”
“Yep. Arrange our date, asshole.” Then she puts on her robe and climbs onto the bed to peck my lips before vanishing from the room.
I stare at the closed door for far too long with a goofy smile on my face, then grab my headphones and listen to the song she mentioned.
It seems we are on the same level.
As soon as it’s done, the only thing stopping me from hunting her down and dragging her back to my bed is that I’m searching for places to take her where we won’t get noticed. Between her not wanting my sister to know, and people constantly following me around with a camera and a fake story, I can’t take her out around here.
I find something perfect, and when I tell my dad the next day, he pays for the entire thing. I don’t know how the hell he has access to money or a bank account, but he’s got a lot of connections. He sends me extra to play with and tells me to have a good weekend.
When she texts me later, telling me her phone’s fixed, we meet at the pool house, where we kiss then touch then kiss some more, before slipping back out and trying not to look at each other during dinner.
I basically tackle her into the spare room the following day and feel her coming undone with my fingers again. It’s becoming one of my favourite things, watching the orgasm rip through her, seeing her glazed eyes as she floats in euphoria before coming back to me – that and having her hand wrapped around my cock.
The day after, I slap her ass as I walk past her in the kitchen and tell her to cancel any plans she has next weekend. She texts me later to say she’s free and demands to know where we’re going, but I say it’s a surprise.
I’m going to take Freckles on the best first date ever.
30
STACEY
Sitting in the reception, I check the time again, waiting patiently to be called.
I hold the book containing my notes on the way Kade’s been acting, the signs of him taking drugs and the words he’s said. I have everything ready to pass to his dad, and hopefully, he’ll know what to do.
I just want to help.
“Visitor for Tobias Mitchell.”
I get to my feet and walk slowly through the corridor, following a woman in clicky heels. My chest hurts from how much I’m holding my breath.
She shows me to a small room. There’s a single bed in the corner, a table in the middle with two seats, two cups of water and two apples.
I thought Kade said they meet up with him in an artificial park?
I sit at the table, fidgeting with the notebook for the longest minute of my life.
My nerves nearly shatter when the door opens, and the tall, muscular presence takes over all the energy in the room. Either the oxygen has been sucked out of my lungs, or I’m just not breathing as Tobias Mitchell, in all his savagery, trains his eyes on me.
“You,” is all he says.
I gulp. This was a mistake.
But I can’t control my body, can’t make myself stand and run from the room, not as he takes careful steps towards me and lowers himself onto the seat opposite me.
The vein in his neck is thick, and damn does it look the exact same as Kade’s. I knew he was handsome, from pictures and videos, but up close? I feel like I’m wandering into forbidden territory even considering such thoughts about him.
“What the fuck do you want?” he snaps, and the notion of finding him hot vanishes. “Where’s Aria?”
“You know who I am?”
“I’ve seen pictures,” he snarls. “Why are you here?”
“I need to talk to you about Kade.”
Silently, he watches me as I place the notebook down, my hands shaking.
“You have some nerve coming to see me. ”
I swallow the large lump threatening to strangle me. “I just want to help him.”
“Help? You don’t think you’ve helped enough by ruining him?”
“I didn’t ruin him,” I snap and instantly regret the way the words come out.
Tobias leans back in his chair. “As much as I tried to make him hear you out, my son hasn’t been the same since he told me his perfect little fucking girlfriend cheated on him. He’s become destructive. He’s like me that way.”
“He isn’t like you though,” I say, meaning it in the most genuine way. “His emotions—”
“His emotions are learned and controlled,” Tobias interrupts. “But when he first started going out with you? He was constantly on the phone with me or sitting down with Aria, trying to figure out what was wrong with him. He wanted to know why he felt something that made no sense to him. My son wanted medication to suppress urges and impulsiveness, to make sure he didn’t ruin you like I did his mother. But little did he know all he was feeling was love.”
I swallow a lump. I knew Kade had struggled at the beginning of our relationship. All his senses and emotions were wild and personal. He asked me if I thought he was abusive, manipulative, coercing me into a relationship. I did my best to reassure him I was in it because I wanted to be.