Chapter 5

CHAPTER

FIVE

Lena

Stanley scrambles to his feet and pulls his shirt over his head, tossing it to the floor. He smirks when my heated gaze washes over his abs.

"You see something you like, baby?"

"Meh." I shrug, and he lunges forward, making me scream and rush away from him.

"Why am I the only one getting naked, future Mrs. Riggins?" he asks, sliding his jeans over his muscular thighs.

"Oh, you mean you want me to strip too?" I tease.

"Lena," he growls. The sound goes straight to my core.

"I'm definitely going to need you naked, future Mrs. Riggins." His eyes smolder as he tosses my earlier words back at me.

"Like this?" I lift my shirt, pulling it over my head and casually letting it fall to the floor at my feet.

"That's a start."

"Oh, so I should do this too?" I reach for the button of my jeans and slowly unbutton and lower the zipper. I exaggerate, wiggling my hips to lower the jeans, kicking them off once they fall to my ankles.

"I'm a lucky bastard," he mumbles, taking a step toward me.

"Uh uh uh." I lift my hand to stop him. "This is my show, remember?"

He raises his hands in the air, a crooked smile on his lips. "I'm watching."

"My mercy," I remind him.

He nods.

Turning, I give him my back. I pull my hair to one side over my shoulder and bend over. He groans, and the sound only fuels me to tease him further. I do a little shimmy and shake of my hips before slowly lowering my panties.

"Fuck," he rasps when they reach my thighs. "Baby." Need burns in his voice.

Standing to my full height, I kick my panties to the side and turn to face him. He has his hard cock in his hand, and he's squeezing. "Does it hurt?" I watch as he strokes his tight fist up and down his length.

He nods. His eyes are filled with desire as he rakes them over me. "I need you."

"Hmmm." I tap my index finger against my chin. "Maybe I could try to make it better?" I take a step closer. "Oh, but I'm not naked yet." I bite down on the inside of my cheek when his breathing accelerates. I stop just a few feet before him, just out of arm's length.

Reaching behind me, I unclasp my bra and make a slow production of peeling down one strap, then the other, before letting it fall to my feet.

"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs.

"Mr. Riggins, I think you should sit down." I nod toward the couch. He steps toward me and wraps his arms around my waist, lifting me from the floor. I squeal, holding on around his neck as he carries us to the couch. He slowly lowers me to the cushioned seat and hovers over me. "My show," I remind him.

"Do your worst." He stands and holds his arms out at his sides.

"Can you maintain that pose?" I ask him, sitting up and licking my lips. Reaching out, I fist his hard cock, and he moans. "Can you stand with your arms at your sides and let me have my fun?"

I peer up at him in time to see his throat bob as he swallows. "I can try," he grits out as I tighten my grip with each stroke.

"What about if I do this?" Leaning forward, I run my tongue over the tip of his cock, tasting him.

His arms start to drop, but he quickly lifts them back in the air out to his sides. I pull away and smirk up at him. "I don't care where you put your hands, but you can't touch me."

"Lena," he groans, and I can feel the wet heat pool between my thighs.

"Those are the rules."

"I'm supposed to be making love to you." His voice is soft, but there's still a layer of underlying lust in his tone.

Lifting my hand, I gaze at my engagement ring. "I know you love me, Stanley."

"More than anything," he's quick to reply.

"Tonight will be one that I'll always remember. The night you asked me to be yours forever. I want it to be memorable for you too."

"It is. You said yes, baby. What could be more memorable than that?"

I smirk. "I'll show you."

His eyes soften, and my heart swells. This man, he swooped in and stole my heart when I least expected him, and now, I can't imagine my life without him.

"I love you." My voice cracks with my overwhelming love for him. It's large and loud, and it's everything I never knew that I needed.

"Lena, I love you too." He reaches for me but stops before his hand touches my face. "This is going to be difficult."

I smile up at him. "It's going to be fun." To prove my point, I take him into my mouth. I don't stop until his length hits the back of my throat.

"Son-of-a…" His voice trails off when I let him fall from my lips.

"Something wrong?"

"Let me touch you."

I stand and nod toward the couch. "Sit." He does as I ask, immediately falling to the cushion and peering up at me with hooded eyes. As I reach for a pillow for my knees, he grabs a hold of it, stopping me.

"I'm not coming down your throat, Lena. Not tonight."

I nod, release my grip on the pillow, and straddle his hips on the couch. His hands hover at my waist, but he doesn't touch me.

"This is so much better," I say, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I rock my hips. My core rubs over his hard cock, and this time, we both moan in anticipation.

"Let me touch you."

"I'm touching you," I counter, and he groans. "What if I do this?" Reaching between us, I grip his cock and lift up on my knees. I position him at my entrance and slowly slide down until he's buried deep inside me. "How's that?" I ask, my voice breathless.

"Heaven."

I smile at him. "What about this?" I lift up on my knees and slide back down.

"Torture. Pure fucking torture."

"I don't know, feels pretty good to me." Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back and cup my breasts as I focus on slowly lifting and lowering myself onto him.

"Nipples," he grates.

I open my eyes. "What?"

"Pinch your nipples." He licks his lips as his eyes are laser focused on my breasts.

I do as he asks, and I don't try to stop the moan of pleasure that falls from my lips. I grind my hips, taking what I need from him.

"Lena?"

"Yeah?" I ask, my eyes closed, letting the thousands of sensations of feeling him inside me and the tug on my nipples wash over me. He curses under his breath, which has me opening my eyes and meeting his stare.

"Let. Me. Touch. You." He bites his words out through gritted teeth as he fists his hands at his sides. His eyes snap to mine, and the hunger I see takes my breath away.

"Hands on my hips," I concede.

"Thank fuck." He immediately grips my hips. His hold is tight, and his jaw is clenched. He lifts me and slams me back down without notice. I gasp, but it doesn't seem to break through this fog he's captured in.

"S—Stanley," I call out his name. Why I thought him not touching was a good idea, I'll never know.

"I'm here, baby," he replies as he continues to lift me and slam me back down on him. It's wild and intense and absolutely perfect.

"More. Please—" I don't even know what I'm asking for. All I know is that I want more of it. More of his tight grip on my waist, more of his hard length inside me.

I want it all.

Anything and everything he's got to give me.

I'll take it.

"Tell me I can move my hands, Lena." It's a demand, one that I'm happy to give in to.

"Yes. Yes. Please, yes!" I call out. Suddenly his hands are everywhere. I take over, bouncing on my knees as he cups my breasts.

Why does it feel so much better when he's the one squeezing my nipples?

"Your pussy is going crazy, baby," he says, sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me into a kiss. I slow my actions because I'm ready to come, and I don't want to, not yet. Not without him. Instead, I grind on him, sensually rocking my hips while his tongue explores my mouth.

When he pinches my nipple with his free hand, I clench around him.

"I'm not gonna last long if you keep doing that."

As if I'm a puppet to his words, I squeeze around him again.

"Fuck," he grits. "Need you there," he breathes against my lips. He slides his hand that was tweaking my nipple between us. His thumb finds my clit, and I rock my hips faster. Grind harder.

"There you go," he praises. "Take what you need, baby. I'm so close."

"S—St…" My voice trails off as the most intense orgasm of my life takes over my body. I feel the burning tingle race down my spine, settling between my thighs.

"Fuck, so tight," he says through gritted teeth before he holds my hips still and releases inside me.

I'm a limp noodle as I fall to his chest, and he wraps his arms tightly around me. We're both trying to catch our breath. He's pulsing inside me. Then again, maybe that's me. It's hard to tell where he ends and I begin at this point.

"That was… mind-blowing." He kisses my temple.

It takes extreme effort to lift my head, but I manage to do so. I also raise my hand and wiggle my ring finger, causing my engagement ring to sparkle. Exhilaration takes over as I process tonight's events. We're getting married. My heart thumps wildly inside my chest, and excitement courses through my veins. I'm marrying my best friend. "How does this change things? It did, right? That wasn't just me who felt like it was an out-of-body experience?"

He grins, his eyes sparkling. "It's the magic, baby."

I can't help it. I laugh. It's not that I don't believe in this Riggins magic that the men in his family seem to go on and on about, but whenever something incredible happens, he gives all the credit to the magic.

As for me, I won't disagree that it's magical, but it's magic we make together. It's the two of us forever, and that's what makes it special.