Page 89 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
“You’re nervous?” he asks, leaning back farther against his leather seat.
My lip is sore from all the nibbling I’ve been doing during the drive. I don’t even realize I’m doing it again until Stone reaches out and pops it free from my teeth.
“I can help with that,” he whispers. He drags his finger across my lower belly.
“Stone,” I chastise.
My stomach clenches, and I swing my gaze around to see if anyone is looking through the windows.
“They’re tinted.”
Not only is he starting to know my secrets, but he can suddenly read my mind too.
“We shouldn’t.” I hear the strain in my voice.
Stone smirks.
“We should.” His neck works with a slow swallow, and my thighs squeeze around him. “Let me calm you down.”
I laugh. “This is the opposite of calming me down.” My heart is thumping wildly with thoughts of his touch, and it only gets worse when he tilts his hips to meet the throbbing between my legs.
I am not someone who likes public displays.Unless I’m with Stone.
“Shit.” I arch my back when his finger slips in the front of my pants. “Stone.”
He shushes me and creeps past my panties.
“You’ll be calmer after I make you come, so don’t hold out on me.”
I gasp and thrust my hips forward. His finger dips inside, and he curses. My cheeks flush when his nostrils flare.
“Your cunt is always so wet for me, and I fucking love it.”
God.I move against him, and it doesn’t take long for me to crave the rough heel of his hand scraping against my clit.
“That’s it,” he encourages, moving his fingers in and out of me, playing with my pussy like he owns it.
I dig my nails into the leather seat behind his head and work my body, chasing the high.He is right. This is a total distraction.
“Fuck,” he groans.
My nipple puckers when air brushes against it, and Stone’s hot tongue flicks it before he tugs the bud into his mouth.
“I want to fuck you.”
“Do it,” I whisper. “I’m yours.”
My words are lazy with pleasure, and my eyes start to close. I rock my hips, and my hair tumbles down my back.
“Then I couldn’t watch you come all over my hand like you’re my own dirty little slut.”
His words send me over the edge, and I break. The tugging of my hair burns my scalp, and Stone hooks his fingers inside even farther, sending another bout of pleasure down my body.
“Oh my God,” I cry, still grinding against his hand until my high fades.
Stone’s breathing is labored, and when he pulls his hand out of my pants, I’m slightly mortified at how wet his fingers are. His eyes harden when he puts his fingers in his mouth, and the hollow parts of his cheeks deepen right before he pops them out.
“Fucking delicious.”