Authors: Emily McKee
“Yes,” you roar, attempting to push your swollen head into my tight hole. “Fuck, Stella! Your wetness seeping out onto my stomach is driving me crazy.”
Your whining causes me to laugh harder. “Oh, yeah? What are you going to do about it?” I run your length against my opening once…twice…before I stop. I whimper while my body trembles. To know you’re so close to my dripping, wanting sex is torture. Pure and utter torture.
“Fuck, that pussy! You’re glistening.”
I look to your eyes and see they’re glued to our sexes. My soaked, contracting hole. Your swollen shaft. I bite my lip, and just as I look into your craving eyes you flip me onto my stomach.
“Hold onto the headboard, Stella. I’m going to fuck you raw now.” As the words filled with demand and power leave your mouth, the bed sways.
I feel you at my entrance, so I scoot my ass back into you. I need you inside of me, doing to me what you do perfectly. Fucking me endlessly, making me come.
You laugh. “Oh, my sweet Stella. You really think I was going to fuck you right away?” Leaning your body over mine, you breathe deeply. I shake uncontrollably like the aftershocks of an amazing release. You growl. “Far from it.”
“Please,” I whimper, scooting my ass further back into your waist.
“Are we going to beg now?” You chuckle. I’m not given time to answer before you move back and flip me over. Gripping my ankles, you spread me apart. My hardened nipples. My dripping sex. My moans and whimpers of arousal. They’re all for you.
“This pussy,” you say pushing a finger inside my tightening walls, “is mine. I make it come. I make it squeeze my fingers and my cock. I make it release those sweet juices. You hear me?”
I don’t answer you. Instead, I arch my back, move my legs further apart and enjoy your finger rubbing up against my tight walls.
“Answer me, Stella.” You pull the finger out of me and suck it into your mouth.
My mouth falls open. I’ve seen you do that before, but every time you do it is amazing. To know you’re tasting me is an exciting and erotic feeling.
“Mmm,” you rumble, releasing the finger. “You taste
so
fucking good. I almost want to taste that pussy again. Well…almost.” Gripping my legs, you push them up and over my head. “You still haven’t answered me.”
“Wh…what?” I mutter, looking up from your cock at my entrance and meeting your beautiful, wanting eyes.
“I said,” you chuckle, “you didn’t answer me.”
I stare back down at your cock, whimpering. “Yes.”
“Good.” Your voice is filled with such satisfaction as you sway your hips rubbing, your cock along my protruding nub.
“Please, Thomas,” I beg.
You stare down at me with lust filled eyes. “I need to hear you say it, Stella.”
“I want you to fuck me, Thomas. I want you to make me come.”
“Tell me this pussy’s mine,” you command, grinding against my moistening sex.
“My pussy is yours,” I yell as I make a pathetic attempt at getting your cock in me.
“Mmm, and my cock is yours.” Just as the words leave your mouth, you push into me. “Fuck,” you hiss in my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”
I shiver. Those words never get old. I love hearing how I make another feel. Amazingly fucked. Turned on. Aroused. Delirious. Content. Those simple words send me over into oblivion, where my world shatters, my body shakes, my teeth clench, and I scream your name.
“You like me fucking this pussy?” Your eyes are glued to where your hard length disappears into my seeping hole.
I make a sound of agreement deep in my throat.
Swaying your hips, the head of your cock rubs against my inner walls, causing me to tremble and dig my fingernails into your tight, sculpted ass. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long. I need to make you come hard.”
Before I know it, you’re slamming into me quickly, hurried. “Oooh, fuck!” I yell, my nails digging and clawing at your back and my body spasming. My mouth falls open, and my eyes close tightly.
“Oh, fuck, Stella!” you roar at the top of your lungs, continuing to pump. Your fucking pushes me over the edge, and I scream. I can’t help it. I don’t think about the nosy neighbors listening through the paper thin walls. The creepy old man who lives across from me is probably jacking off to my screams and your bellows. I don’t care. I care about my release and yours. Nothing else. “Fuck!” you shout one last time before coming in me.
I feel your arousal spurt into me, and I sigh deeply. You’ve done that before, a few times, but right now seems so symbolic. You’re marking me, making me yours in every way possible. “You’re mine,” you murmur in my ear as your body relaxes. You breathe heavily into the crook of my neck, coming down from your sexual high.
I nod. “I’m yours, Thomas.” A few minutes go by, and the smell of sex permeates the room as our aftershocks wash over us.
Getting up from the bed, you change quickly and check your watch. “Better finish getting ready. We have somewhere to be.”
I listen and slink my dress onto my smooth body. I think about putting on a thong but opt against it, and I know I’ve done a good thing when I hear you chuckle behind me. I turn around. “What?”
Shrugging, you adjust the suit jacket. “Nothing. Just fucking sexy as hell. I might have to fuck you again.”
I spray some perfume on and double check myself in the full-length mirror. Running my fingers down my body, adjusting the dress to fit me perfectly, I stare at you through the reflection. “Good. That’s what I was hoping for.”
You walk toward me and stand behind me, gripping my waist. Spinning me around, you look at me with a sly smile on your face. “Remember, Stella, you’re mine. I am glad you found Alex, though, because now everything is all right.” Kissing me hard, bruising my lips, you release me and walk to the door.
I take a step back and lean against the mirror. My chest tightens and my belly plummets. Your words race through my mind.
“Remember, Stella, you’re mine. I am glad you found Alex, though, because now everything is all right.”
But it’s not. Our story has just begun.
Thomas
What the fuck! I was going to tell her tonight that I loved her. That all I wanted was her. I can’t believe she fucking listened to me. I can’t believe she found another man. But she did what I told her. She is always a good girl for me. So I fucked her. I fucked her so hard. So good. So over the top. Over the edge. I wanted her to know who she belonged to. Me. She belongs to me. And no other man will come in the way of us. Ever. I will make fucking sure of it.
Stella
The lengths to which a person will go when it comes to love reveals their true character. They’ll move mountains and mold opportunities for two people to blend together for the rest of their lives. They’ll go to the ends of the earth for the one they love. They might even kill.
I found that out early on when I met Alex. It amazed me, and quite frankly baffled me, that someone could be so passionate over this thing we all take for granted. Life. I didn’t think too much about it when we first started getting to know one another. The questions would arise later on. I was sharing brand new experiences when it came to Alex. I was actually getting to know another human being in their spiritual form. Before, I had only known others by their physical selves, and while that’s undeniable, getting to know Alex completely changed me. Alex showed me the beauty to life, taught me to not take anything for granted, and that I should live each moment like it was my last.
I saw a completely different world when I was with Alex. I saw the peace and lightness in a city filled by musk, chaos, and rush. It didn’t take long for me to be curious. I think I was hooked the night we met, but I knew deep down I was treading a slippery slope. I wondered what would happen when I had to choose between Alex and Thomas. I knew a life shared with the two of them was out of the question. Ultimately, a decision had to be made.
It’s crazy how different they are. I so wish I could mesh the two together, like blending two separate colors to make a brand new one. But life isn’t like that. Decisions have to be made. Hearts have to be broken. Love has to test all willpower and come out on top. That’s what we read about in fairytales, but this isn’t one of those. This is real life, and we don’t always get what we want. Sometimes hearts are shattered, ripped beyond repair, and we just have to figure it out. Keep our head to the ground and move on. You don’t always get what you want, but you sure as hell give it your best shot.
The plan was never to fall in love, but eventually I did with the two of them. My eyes opened. I had never been in love with Thomas, but then when I met Alex, I saw how wonderfully Thomas and I blended together. I also saw a completely different blend of colors when it came to Alex, who opened my eyes, my heart, and spirit to new possibilities, and a part of me wondered if I deserved them. Another part was completely shattered I had to put anyone through this. I knew it destroyed them, never having all of me. I was always running off with another, but that was the rule. That was the one thing that couldn’t be broken, no matter what. This was all just supposed to be fun. No worries. No feelings. And definitely no falling in love. But like I said, rules are always meant to be broken. That’s the similarity between fairytales and real life. The rules are always broken, and just when you think you have it figured out, everything changes.
Stella and Alex
Standing outside the gates of the garden, I wonder if it’s too late to leave. I have a love/hate relationship with Rule Three. I hate it in ways I never thought were possible. You bring out emotions in me I never knew existed. But I love Rule Three inexplicably and unimaginably because you fell into my life. You bring out the best in me, and I feel like a better person when I’m with you.
“Hey, you made it,” your voice rings from the opened gates.
“Dammit,” I mutter under my breath.
Striding toward me with a huge grin, you say, “I thought for a second you weren’t going to come.”
“I thought about it.” I’d rather be honest with you than lie. No matter what
this
is, I can’t lie. It’s not in my repertoire. Now, having amazing sex with Thomas and getting to know you, I see no problem. I don’t know if that makes me fucked in the head, but who the hell knows what normal is? I know for damn sure it’s not the creep who lives across from me, the one who stares through the peephole at passers-by. I know it’s not the woman who fucks random guys when her husband’s gone on business, then acts like fucking Susie Homemaker when he’s home. I wonder if he knows, but maybe he’s doing the same exact thing behind her back.
I thought when you and I first met that you were, well, more normal than Thomas and I combined. Instead, I have come to realize you might be more fucked up than both of us. I don’t know of many who would willingly put their hearts through what I have asked you to go through, but you did it. Are doing it. That’s ultimately what drew me to you.
You give a sincere smile. “I’m glad you decided to come.”
“I almost left when I got here.”
“But you didn’t.”
“Yeah.” I laugh. “Because you called my name.”
Waving a hand toward me, you say, “Come on, Stel. You’re here, and you’re not leaving.”
“Oh, yeah?” I joke. “Says who?”
I bump into you when you spin around and stare deeply into my eyes. “Me, Stella.”
Your voice. It sends rockets through me, making me want to do really bad things with you.
“Come on,” you beg. “We’ve got to get going. I have things I want to show you. And the way you’re looking at me right now, well, it’s making me want to forget all the things I have planned and throw ’em out the fucking window.”
I gulp. We’re running a very thin line here, you and I. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to know. Curiosity. It truly destroys relationships, wins wars, and breaks empires to the ground. People are always curious of the unknown. They always want to know just a little bit more. Take one more step. Push the boundaries. And with you I’m pushing boundaries I never thought I would. I’m not questioning it. Maybe a little, but most of all, I’m curious. I’m curious what you want to do to me. I’m curious how far my feelings could go for you, so I ask, “And what things do you want to do to me, Alex?”
The corners of your mouth turn up into a conniving grin. “Oh, Stella,” you sing. Your voice sends delicious shivers down my spine, and I see your smile turn into a grin. Running a finger lazily up my upper arm, you say, “Things you’ve never experienced before.”
“And,” I gulp, “what kinds of things are those?”
You lean into me further. Your scent is intoxicating, and your eyes are glued to mine. I forget we’re in a public place. I forget people and families are walking around probably staring at us.
I wonder what’s going through their heads.
Are they thinking this is deviant?
Are they thinking this is wrong?
But to be honest, I don’t give a flying fuck, because with you I find just a little bit of happiness in a world filled by hate.
I wish so desperately sometimes I could say I had a fucked up childhood. That I was beaten or belittled. That I was bullied in high school and had no friends. However, it was the opposite. My parents loved me more than anything in this world and went to the ends of the earth to protect me from the evil and the monsters in it. I was the popular one in high school, picking on others. I was a bitch. I’m not going to lie about that. Some may still think I’m a bitch.
But me? I just think I’m a person who goes after what I want. I mean, you only live once, right? Why not go for it?
That’s why when Thomas made Rule Three, a part of me was okay with it, because I love Thomas, and I needed to break that. I just never expected to meet someone like you, someone who is the complete opposite of everything I’ve ever wanted, yet I’m so fascinated by you. I’m studying you, trying to figure out how I came across you, and why you’re willing to go through this to spend time with me.
Breathing deeply into my hair, you whisper, “All kinds of things.” My body trembles. I never thought I could want a person so much, especially someone like you. Clearing your throat, you chuckle. “Now, Stella. Let’s get going.”
I shake my head and try to erase the thoughts running through my mind of you and me together. “All right,” I mutter, following next to you.
“Oh, don’t frown. We will get to that part eventually.”
My eyebrows scrunch. I’m shocked you would say such a thing, that you would assume the two of us would do that. Yet I’m amazed you would be so cocky about our future. “What do you see for us, Alex? Honestly?”
You turn around and place your hands in the front pockets of your jeans. “Honestly?”
I can’t help but smile. You look like a small child standing there, biting on your bottom lip and barely looking in my direction. “Yes.” Then something takes over you. You meet my eyes, and I see a fire in them that sends sparks directly through my body. I want to take a step back, but I can’t. I’m glued to the concrete below us. If anything, I want to take step toward you, but I don’t do that either. I want to hear what you’re going to say. I need to hear it.
“I want us together, and I know you have Thomas also, but I don’t care. What I want is you. You intrigue me, and that’s why I’m doing this. I know we don’t really know one another, but I want to change that. That’s why as desperately as I want to kiss you right now, I’m not going to. At least for a while, not until you’re ready. I want to get to know you as a human being, as the beautiful woman you are. I want to know what you like. I want to know what makes you cringe, besides me cracking my fingers. I want to know what you’re afraid of so maybe one day I can protect you from it. It’s that simple, Stel. That’s what I want with you. And it’s killing me that you’re with someone else and not with me completely, but I have to do this right, so you can continue seeing whoever you want, but ultimately I want you to choose me.”
“Alex,” I lament. I wave a hand between us. “This is too much. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t have picked you. I should’ve found someone else.”
You place a hand over mine, and instantly it calms me. “Stella,” you say gently, “please, stay with me. Get to know me. Just as me.”
“And who are you?”
You smile a smile I’m growing fond of. “Why, I’m Alex McNeil. I like to paint. If I could do it full time and pay for my shitty apartment, I would in a heartbeat.”
I laugh. I really like your sarcasm and witty sense of humor. Your smartass-ness wins me over, along with your sensible attitude and clever personality. What won me over with Thomas? That’s quite simple—the amazing fucking. Plus the chiseled ass and amazing brown eyes. Your eyes. Both of yours. They overtook me. I’ve heard eyes are the window to the soul, and I truly believe that. Yes, it’s nice that both you and Thomas are amazingly good looking, but even if you weren’t, your eyes and your souls would eventually win me over.
“I like your laugh,” you blurt.
“You do? Why?”
“I don’t know. I think it’s because I see the real you. The happy you.”
I shy away, breaking eye contact. “And the other times. What do you see?”
Your fingers touch underneath my chin and pull me to look up into your eyes. Smiling, you say, “I see you. I see every form of you. Your bitchiness. The side of you that’s trying to hide your feelings. I see your funny side. I see all of you, Stella James. But I would like to get to know more of you, so without further ado...” Taking a step back, you wave toward the gates to the garden. “Let’s get going.”
I love how you use my nickname. It shows you’re comfortable with me, and I’m starting to warm up to it. The sense of comfort you give me is something foreign to me. I’m not used to feeling comfortable with someone. Or anyone for that matter. Fucking someone is totally different than being comfortable with them. When I’m fucking someone, I’m not thinking about opening up to them. Well, besides my legs. I don’t speak. I moan. I don’t say anything sweet. I tell them to fuck me harder till I come. Your sweat and your arousal mix. Nothing more. Nothing less.
“Come with me, Stella,” you say with a bit of sternness in your voice.
“Okay,” I comply.
You smile.
“What?”
“Nothing. It’s just that you listened to me the first time.”
I stomp, kicking at the cobblestone. “What’s your point?”
You lean into me. Our chests touching. Sharing the same breath. “My point is I didn’t have to ask you a million and one times in order to get the same damn result.”
“You’re unbelievable, Alex McNeil.”
You smile. “As are you Stella. Now. Shall we?”
I smirk. “We shall.”
We walk side by side, not saying a word. Surprisingly, I’m okay with it. I’m not uncomfortable. I’m not trying to run away. I’m content. Something I haven’t felt in a really long time. Don’t get me wrong. It scares me I’m so comfortable with you already, but it doesn’t shock me. You aren’t like others. You aren’t trying to get into my pants right away. You want to get to know me. It intrigues me and excites me all at the same time.
“Tell me about your childhood.”
“What do you want to know?” I scoff.
“What’s so funny about that question?”
“I don’t know.” I shrug. I look at the different bright colored flowers. “I just don’t see the point in talking about my family. How about we talk about yours?” I don’t tell you that I miss them terribly. That I was ashamed of them growing up. It took me till I was older to realize they were the best parents anybody could ever ask for.
“I don’t talk to my family,” you exhale.
“Why?”
“Why don’t you talk to yours?” you counter.
I stop walking and stare at you with menacing eyes. I’m enraged I have to tell you this. I haven’t even told Thomas. It’s a question Thomas has never asked. “Because they died.”
You lower your head and rest a hand on the back of your neck, ruffling your hair. “I’m sorry,” you mutter.
“Oh, well. You didn’t know.” I continue walking in silence. My heart races, my chest rises up and down. I want to smack you right across the face. Yet I also want to fall into your arms and have you hold me while I cry. I haven’t thought about my parents since their passing. It destroyed me, but I got over it. Well, as best I could. I tried to move on, and the best way I found possible was just forgetting about them. After they died, I packed up my bags and moved to New York where I met Thomas. I never looked back. I never thought about Louisiana. I never thought about the people I left behind.
You grab my hand. “Stella,” you cry, “I’m so sorry.”
“Like I said,” I pull my hand from your grip, “you didn’t know.” I say it with such venom and anger I’m surprised it comes from me. I’m not an angry person. I just don’t care about anything. Until now. Now I care about two things, two people I’m starting to have feelings for, and I don’t know what to do about it. I can’t change it. I can’t reverse my actions. I can’t turn back the clock. I have to move forward toward a choice I’m fully dreading. I don’t think Thomas was aware of it when coming up with Rule Three. I wasn’t either. Until the day I met you.