Chapter 17

Chapter Seventeen

Stace

She was so pissed at me for drawing this out and she had no idea that I was going to tease her for even longer.

Fuck, she tasted divine. Musky and salty and her . Just her. I could get drunk on eating her like this. I took my time, sucking her lips into my mouth and nibbling at them before dipping my tongue to lick her entrance and upward, to flick the underside of her clit, making her legs jump and her fingers in my hair dig into my scalp.

I never stayed anywhere too long and kept moving around so she never knew where I was going next.

"No!" she gasped when I left her clit again to go back to kissing her inner thighs. "What the fuck, Stace?"

She was sweaty and messy and livid, and I'd never seen anyone look so gorgeous.

My irate princess.

While she watched, I licked one of my fingers and then slid it inside her. She was already drenched and so desperate.

"Oh, fuck," Stace gasped as I stroked my finger inside her, looking for the one place that would make her lose her mind.

"There!"

Perfect.

I pressed the spot again and she thrashed and cried out. Hunter was so responsive, and it was so damn hot.

Rhythmically I pressed against her until I added another finger and gave her three thrusts and a press, three thrusts, press.

Her hips were almost levitating off the pillows, her head thrown back and all kinds of sounds coming from her mouth and I was so happy. I was responsible for turning her into a begging mess. I'd made that.

I slowed my thrusts and added my mouth to her clit, sucking gently and painting the sides of it with my tongue and that's when she really started to lose it.

Hunter started chanting complete nonsense in time with my thrusts and I considered pulling back and edging her, but she might just rip my hair out and kick me in the face, so I decided to finally let her come for the first time tonight.

I fucked her hard with my fingers and was relentless with my mouth on her clit until I felt her inner walls trying to strangle my fingers as her entire body shook and spasmed with her release.

With one last gasp, she went still and her legs dropped to the bed, her arms going limp.

"Holy fucking shit," she panted.

I kissed each inner thigh before making my way up her body to her mouth. Her eyes were bright and dazed.

Gently I placed a kiss on her nose.

"Are you okay?"

Her eyes finally focused enough to look at my face.

"I think so," she said, blinking a few times. "Wow."

That was quite the compliment.

"Thank you," I said. My own desire simmered in my veins and it had been hard to hold myself back from coming when she did. I'd only had an orgasm hands-free a few times, but tonight I'd gotten extremely close.

Hunter slowly turned on her side and faced me, kicking away the pillows.

"So. That was the Katrina Stacey experience," she said with a smirk.

I stroked one hand up and down her hip. "That was a part of it, yes. I've got so much more planned."

"Don't you want to come?" she asked. "Give me like five minutes."

"It's okay. I thought we could come together. Or maybe even race each other."

Hunter's eyes lit up with interest. "You get competitive with sex too?"

"Yeah, it's fun. Sex should be fun, right?"

"I mean, yeah, but I've never thought about making it into an orgasm competition."

I smiled and couldn't resist the urge to kiss her. "I'm teaching you all kinds of things."

She rolled her eyes. "I'm not a virgin, you know."

"I know. But I get the impression the kind of sex you've been having isn't the kind of sex I have. If I'm wrong, sorry." I didn't think I was wrong.

Hunter huffed out a breath and looked at the ceiling. "Fine. Your kind of sex is different. Are you happy?"

I slid my hand around and squeezed her ass. "Ecstatic."

Hunter

Her sexual ego was way too big. Unfortunately, she'd made me come so hard that I had literally left my body for a few seconds and transcended time and space. I had never, ever come that hard. Not by myself, not with someone else, never.

And she was acting like she fully expected a repeat performance. I was skeptical about that, but I was willing to see what she had in mind. I guess I wasn't that creative sexually. A few licks of my clit and fingers on my G-spot and that was what I needed. No need for gymnastics or fancy positions or stuff you only saw in porn.

"Do you have lube?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah, in my nightstand. Why?"

She reached over to rifle through my drawer until she found what she was looking for.

I stared at her. "What is that for?" My mind was going all kinds of places.

"You should see your face right now. Calm down, I'm not coming for your ass. Unless you want me to."

That wasn't something I'd ever tried with a partner and I wasn't up for going down that road with Stace, but the way she licked her lips and looked at me had me wondering if I should reevaluate my stance on butt play.

Stace snorted. "No, the lube is for something else." She set it down on the bed and made peace signs with her hands before turning them and fitting them together.

"Wow, you are ridiculous," I said when I understood what she was demonstrating.

"It's fun, if we can get everything to line up. This might not work, but you wanna try?"

Her enthusiasm was rubbing off on me again.

"Yeah, why not?"

Stace took the lead and had me lay on my back while she turned on her side and scooted closer and closer until she stacked her leg on top of me.

"Okay, here we go."

Stace drizzled the lube first on herself and then on me. It got all over the bed, but I didn't think Stace cared. My comforter was a lost cause, but I could throw it in the washer.

She shifted closer and closer until we brushed against each other.

"Oh fuck," I said at the same time as she moaned.

Stace adjusted and had me bend my leg, grabbing onto my knee to get closer.

She rolled her hips and I almost blacked out again. I thrust against her and she threw her head back.

"Yeah, baby, just like that. Shit, you feel so good."

So did she.

The two of us moved against each other, taking a few moments to pick up each other's rhythm, but then ohhhh, it was magic.

"Good girl, right there," Stace gasped, and I moaned at her words.

Our movements became frantic as we chased our own releases.

"I'm close," I said.

"Me too. You first."

I wanted her to get there before me.

Her face was intense concentrated bliss. "You're so fucking hot, Stace. I've been wanting to lick you all over since that time I saw you at the gym. Just after you'd worked out and you were all sweaty. I'd push you up against the lockers and go down on you right there. Make you scream my name so everyone could hear." I had no idea where the hell those words had come from, but judging by their effect on Stace, they were the right ones.

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from coming and pulled back just a little so I didn't. She was going first, no matter what I had to do.

"After you come this time, I'm going to make you come again. Gonna pull you onto my face and let you ride me until you break. Make you so wet that I can taste you in the back of my throat and listen while you scream my name so loud everyone in the building can hear what I've done to you."

She cried out and shook which in turn detonated my own climax as we thrust together. Coming at the same time as someone else was utterly incredible. My vision whited out as I gave myself over to what Stace and I had created together.

Both of us collapsed on the bed.

Stace patted my leg. "See? That wasn't so bad."

"Not bad at all."

Since we'd made a disaster of my bed, we got up and Stace helped me strip everything and bundle the blankets into the washer.

"I would have put down some towels or something if I would have thought ahead," I said. I wasn't used to having sex with someone in my apartment.

We were both still naked and she didn't seem self-conscious at all, just walking around when I was looking for my robe. Not that I was ashamed of my body, but I didn't walk around my apartment naked, as a general rule.

"Want a snack?" Stace asked, sneaking toward the kitchen.

"Uh, sure?"

Her tank was still draped on the back of the couch, so I grabbed it and pulled it on instead of something I owned. It wasn't long enough to cover everything, but it was close enough. And it smelled like her, so I wasn't taking it off.

"Let's see what we've got," Stace said, opening my fridge and looking through it. "Cheese? We've got some strawberries here, and hummus. Good for protein." She started stacking containers on the counter. "And I see bagels and mozzarella and sauce? You want a pizza bagel? Because I'm having one."

I leaned on the counter, watching Stace move around my kitchen, and it wasn't strange. It was…comfortable.

"Yeah, I'll have a pizza bagel."

While I watched, Stace put pizza bagels in the air fryer naked, sliced strawberries naked, and arranged cheese and crackers on a plate naked. It gave me a chance to admire her body and I had to admit, it was making me want her all the more.

"You gotta stop looking at me like that," she said as she spooned hummus into a small bowl.

"Can't help it," I said. "Have you seen your body? I could stand here and bounce quarters off your ass."

That would actually be fun. She turned and gave me a full view of said ass and wiggled it side to side.

The air fryer went off, interrupting my ass-ogling session.

Stace and I carried everything to the couch, and she put her sweatpants back on and I gave her a shirt that didn't quite fit.

"I'm not getting burned by post-coitus pizza bagels," she said when I pouted.

"Oh, that's probably smart," I said. She thought of so many potential disasters that I didn't consider.

"Have you seen a lot of sex injuries?"

Stace grinned. "Oh hell yeah. People are constantly putting things in their butts that they shouldn't put there. And without lube. You gotta use lube."

I almost choked on a bite of pizza bagel.

"I'll keep that in mind."

"My main advice in that area is to buy a toy specific for the purpose with a flared base." She gave me a serious look and then we both burst out laughing.

"Thank you for the advice, Stace."

She grinned. "Anytime, baby."

I'd never laughed this much with someone I'd had sex with. I'd always kind of separated sex from friendship. From any other kind of relationship.

We moved close to each other on the couch and eventually Stace was feeding me strawberries.

Stace let out a sigh. "You're so beautiful."

The way she said it made me smile and blush.

"So are you."

She grinned. "I don't usually feel beautiful. But when you look at me, I do."

I traced her jaw with one finger.

"You are. You really are. Would you let me paint you sometime?"

Her eyebrows went up. "You want to paint me?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I can't guarantee it will be any good. I haven't painted people in a long time. I usually stick to flowers and landscapes and that kind of thing."

Stace grabbed my finger and kissed it. "I'd model for you. Even if you were bad at painting, but I know you're not. I've seen your work."

I laughed. "You've been stalking me online, haven't you?"

She held her finger and thumb about an inch apart. "Little bit."

Grabbing another strawberry, I shoved it in her mouth. "If you request my personal account I'll let you follow me. That's where I post all the good stuff."

"Where the hell is my phone?" she said, starting to get up.

"No, don't go anywhere," I said, practically throwing myself on top of her.

"Okay," she said, pulling me down for a kiss.

She tasted like strawberry sweetness and I wanted her again.

"Remember that thing I said about you sitting on my face?" I asked, as she licked at some caramel on my chin.

"Mmm, yes I do."

I stroked my hand through her hair and pulled her head back.

"How about now?"

"Now?"

" Now ."

The next thing I knew, Stace was carrying me back to the bed and throwing me on it.

I could get used to this.

Eventually we were too tired to have any more sex so we pushed each other into the shower and got clean before toweling each other off. Stace never asked if she could stay over and I never offered. I just found an extra toothbrush and handed it to her, along with a baggy T-shirt and a pair of drawstring shorts.

We made up the bed again and collapsed together. She pulled me until I was laying half on top of her. I slung my leg over both of hers and sighed.

"Goodnight, princess," she said, kissing my head, fingers playing with my still-damp hair.

"Goodnight, Stace," I said through a yawn.

Sunlight spilled in between the curtains and I was pressed against a warm body. I was in bed with someone else.

For half a second I panicked, and then the night came back to me.

Me. Stace. Sex. Lots of sex. Falling into my bed together.

"Good morning baby," Stace said, her voice rusty from sleep.

"Good morning," I said, looking up to find her gazing down at me. Her hair was all over the place and I bet mine was, too. My eyes were definitely puffy since I hadn't done my skincare routine. I'd been too exhausted last night.

"I was right," she said, moving some hair out of my face.

"Right about what?"

"How stunning you'd look in the morning. Unfair. Completely unfair."

"Stop it," I said, trying not to smile.

"Never," she said, kissing my forehead and pulling me into a hug. "Ugh, I don't want to get up."

"Do we have to?" It was Sunday. I didn't have any major plans today, but I knew that Stace was always spending weekends with her family.

"I'm supposed to have lunch with my family. Eli won an award so we're all taking him out to celebrate."

Hearing that made a little bolt of pain go through me.

"What's that face?" she asked, tucking some hair behind my ear.

"Nothing. What time do you have to go?"

Stace studied me for a few moments.

"What if…what if you came with me? Just as my friend. Nothing else. You've already met Torrin. And you've met Eli. That's already like half my family, including me. It's going to be at a restaurant, so it'll be chill."

My first instinct was to say absolutely not. Hell no. The very idea of meeting her family and being under that much scrutiny made me want to run back to my apartment and lock the door.

But under that scary, run-for-the-hills feeling was something else. Something that both surprised and shocked me.

"Okay?"

She sat back and stared at me. "Are you sure about that?"

"Yes?" I didn't sound sure because I wasn't.

"It'll be super low pressure, I promise," she said.

It absolutely wouldn't, but she wanted me to go. Would it be that bad?

"I don't know if I'll make a good impression on them," I admitted. I'd always clammed up before when I'd met my friend's parents. Especially when they'd been kind.

"Oh, you'll be fine. I've told them all about you. They practically know you already. They're not scary, I promise."

I nodded. "Yeah, I'll come."

Stace's smile was worth saying yes.