Fracture

16. Stella

CHAPTER 16

STELLA

By the time the boys have finished pampering and loving on me, I’m a little cloud of happiness. I’m covered in baby oil from the massage Dylan gave me, and Levi somehow conjured up raspberries, and fed them to me while I lay in his lap and Dylan read to us from one of my smutty romance novels. He laughs when I tell him he should get into audiobooks, because his voice makes me want to melt.

The sun is high in the sky when Dylan heads out to get us lunch, and I stay in Levi’s lap, wearing nothing but a pair of floaty French knickers. It feels so natural to lie against his chest, to have his arms wrapped around me. He nuzzles into the crook of my neck and kisses me, telling me how beautiful I am, how much he loves me, how much he missed me all those years we were apart.

It’s sheer bliss.

“You know, for a man who has a basically naked woman in his arms, you are displaying an amazing level of self-control,” I tease, tilting my head so I can look over my shoulder at him.

He smiles softly, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Baby girl, it’s not all about sex, you know?”

“I know.” I turn so I can cuddle him, wrapping an arm around his waist. “It took me a long time to figure all that out. That it wasn’t OK if a man just wanted sex from me.”

“Of course it’s not OK.”

“And that wanting things because I want them is different to having them done to me. Because that’s not about sex, that’s about control. Like the choking thing. I like that, I like… I like being overpowered.” I gaze up at him. “I like losing control to someone I can trust. Someone I’m safe with, who’s doing it for me.”

“And that’s how it is with us.” Levi’s fingers stroke over my shoulder, down the divots of my ribs. “With me, and Dylan, it’s never about control. It’s about you, about making you feel good. And safe.”

I sigh, savoring the feeling of his fingers on my back. “I do feel safe with you. And I want things from you that I’ve never wanted before.”

He notches two fingers under my chin, his blue eyes searching my face. “Baby girl, right now, what I want more than anything is to kiss you. But I need to know you’re OK first.”

I sigh happily and nod. “I’m OK. And I want you to kiss me too.”

The kiss is slow and warm, something beyond sexual. It’s intimate. I turn so my body is lying against Levi’s warm chest, but even with my breasts pressed against his naked skin, he takes his time, and keeps his hands on my back. His tongue traces over mine softly, like he’s tasting me and committing that taste to memory.

The fact that he’s not pushing me, that he’s not trying to become frenzied or touch me anywhere else just turns me on even more. But I don’t want to ruin the moment and push for something more, when this is the kiss we’ve both been waiting years for.

There is a flicker of fear at the back of my mind as I think about how people will react, what they will say. People won’t understand . I’ll just be Stella Langford, eternal victim and unholy mess once again. But I lock that fear away, determined not to spoil this for myself.

The heat of the day has warmed us both, and I’m so slippery from the baby oil that it somehow makes everything feel even more erotic. The smell of jasmine and honeysuckle wafts in through the open window, and that smell will forever remind me of the first time Levi Fenton kissed me because he could . My nipples harden, and I can’t help but moan a little against Levi’s lips. He’s allowed to kiss me, and I’m allowed to kiss him.

This is how it was always meant to be.

His hands move gently down my back, and he tentatively cups my ass in his rough palms. It’s still not a forceful touch, not urging me to move or try and place me where he wants me. He’s hard now, his erection rubbing against my stomach through the fabric of his shorts.

It feels warm and dreamy, and I release his mouth to kiss my way down his neck, over his chest, and my fingers move into the waistband of his shorts. When I start kissing his stomach, he pulls me back up to him and gives me a grin.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

I return that grin, and nip at his chin. “I want to see too. What I saw on the other side of that shower screen wasn’t enough.”

“Baby girl, you were not just going to look, were you?”

“I happen to like sucking cock.”

Levi’s head tips back and he groans. “Oh, fuck. You’re going to kill me.”

I laugh softly, kissing his neck and grinding myself against him. “Can a blowjob be fatal?”

“When it’s delivered by a mouth this perfect, I’m going to say that it definitely can be.” He pulls me on top of him so I’m straddling him, and his eyes drop to my breasts. “Perfect mouth, perfect tits, perfect ass. How the fuck are we ever going to leave the house again, huh?” His thumb caresses my nipple, and my thighs clench his hips. “I could spend an entire month just exploring this body.”

“I’m pretty sure you’d get tired of me at some point.” I squeal loudly as Levi locks an arm around my waist and flips me on to my back. He kisses my neck hungrily, his hand moving to my breast to knead and pinch my nipple.

“You make it impossible to take things slow, you know that?” His breathing is heavy against my ear, and my thighs open for him so he can settle between them, grinding himself against me.

“Who said I want to take things slow?”

He stops, raising himself over me, his head dropping between his shoulders. “Stella, I know what you’ve been through and-”

I grab his face and force him to look at me. “I just told you, that was not about sex. And I’m not just a victim. I’m allowed to want the things I want, and to not be treated like a champagne glass teetering on the edge of a table.” I shake my head, brushing my thumbs along his cheeks. “I don’t want you to look at me and see fragility.”

“I don’t, baby girl. You’re the strongest person I know. And I would never get tired of you. Ever. Don’t think that for one second.”

“Good.” I pull him down to me and kiss him again, letting his lips consume me as I wrap my legs around his waist. “I waited years for this. I’m not letting you go.”

He rises to his knees to slowly peel my panties down my legs, and I’m once again laid bare for him. His eyes trace a pattern over my body, joined by his fingers as they move in slow, delicate circles over my stomach and my hips.

“Open your legs,” he says in a low voice, and I spread my thighs so he can see all of me. He hisses in a breath. “Fuck, baby girl.” His eyes move to mine, and his mouth lifts into a grin. “Let’s try out some more of those toys of yours.”

“Toys?” My cheeks flush, because somehow the idea of him using a toy on me rather than just fucking me feels more vulnerable, more exposed and open. “You told me that the next time I came it would be with you inside me.”

He grins down at me. “I did say that, didn’t I?” He runs the tip of his finger down the lips of my pussy, and just that soft touch has my back arching. “But right now, baby girl, I need to watch you come for me.”

“In the - the drawer.” I gesture to the night stand, but he’s already leaning over the edge of the bed because he knows exactly where my toys are after the other night.

He holds up a pink vibrator as he kneels back between my thighs, and I watch as he clicks open a bottle of lube to drip some on the tip. “Watching you in the shower, it was fucking beautiful. Then with Dylan, my god, Stella. You have no idea what that did to me.” He nudges my entrance with the tip of the vibe. “Thinking of licking this pussy after he comes inside you, fuck.”

I moan softly as he pushes in just an inch. “What did you two do?”

“I fucked him,” he murmurs, and lets out a pleased growl as I gasp, taking more of the dildo. “He felt incredible.”

I massage my slick breasts, pinching my nipples as Levi pushes the dildo all the way inside me. “What else?”

“I sucked his cock.” He turns the toy on, and the vibration buzzes deep inside me, pressing right against my g-spot.

“Oh, fuck, Levi.”

“You know what I’d love to see?”

I shake my head, biting my lip, desperately seeking more, wanting more sensation and more touch and heat, and wishing he’d pull out the vibe and fuck me.

“I want to see you splayed out between us, baby girl, Dylan’s dick in your throat, and me buried in this pretty pussy.” He’s fucking me so slowly with the vibe, winding me up tighter and tighter, as though I’m going to fucking snap. “I want to fuck him while he fucks you.”

“Oh shit,” I cry, his words sending lust so sharp through my body that my pussy almost aches. “Fuck, Levi, please . Please, fuck me.”

“Not yet, baby girl. Very soon.”

I shake my head, squirming and writhing as the pressure grows in my belly. “I need you to touch me.”

I cry out as his hand pushes down on my stomach, applying just enough force that the vibe feels too big and too much. He’s fucking me harder now, pressing the vibe upwards with each thrust so the buzzing grazes my clit. My whole body is lit up with electricity, buzzing through each and every cell as I come undone under Levi’s hands.

But it’s not enough, I want more, I need more. I need all of them, more of them, I need to feel them everywhere. As though he can sense my raw need, Levi lowers his hand so his thumb massages my clit as my climax begins to peak.

“Yeah, oh god, fuck.” I arch off the bed, my thighs shaking as I clamp down on the vibe, and Levi presses it against my g-spot as the full force of my orgasm rushes through me. The neighbors can probably hear me, my cries drifting through the open window and out into the sun-soaked air.

But I don’t care. Let them hear me, let them know that Levi is mine and I’m his.

Levi withdraws the vibe once my thighs have stopped shaking, and leans down between my thighs to give my dripping pussy one long, slow lick. I suck in a breath, lifting my hips to try and keep his mouth there, so he can make me come again, but with a groan he sits up, grinning at me.

“You taste even better than I thought you would.”

I tip my head back on the pillow, covering my eyes with my hands. “Oh my god, you’re going to drive me crazy.”

He settles over me, kissing my jaw tenderly as he chuckles. “But imagine just how good it’ll be when it finally happens.”

I wrap myself around him, breathing in his fresh scent. “I love you.”

He exhales softly, peppering kisses over my collarbone. “I love you too, baby girl.”

The front door opens then slams, and Dylan’s voice sounds up the stairs. “You two worked up an appetite yet or what?”

Levi and I giggle, and he plants another kiss on my lips before rising off the bed and pulling me up with him. “Come on, let’s see what our man’s got.”

Our man . My cheeks glow at the words, in the best way possible.

I slip on a blue sundress and follow Levi downstairs. He ambles across the kitchen to where Dylan is unpacking some sandwiches that smell heavenly, along with a fresh green salad. He places a kiss on the back of Dylan’s neck, who smiles, turning to kiss Levi on the mouth. He licks his lips and turns to me with a wicked grin.

“Tastes like you, guera .”

My cheeks are flaming and my stomach clenches, watching them together and wanting them to just forget about lunch and spread me out on the table instead.

“I like seeing you two kiss,” I admit quietly, and Levi chuckles against Dylan’s neck.

“Our girl has a voyeur fetish,” he murmurs, and Dylan’s eyes light up with almost predatory desire. “I just had to tell her all about the things I did to you.” He nibbles on Dylan’s ear, who sucks in a breath, clutching the countertop with his fingertips. “She fucking loved it.”

I swear to god, I’m going to pass out. Because yes, I did fucking love it, the idea of everything Levi just said to me turns me on. I have no idea how we skipped some big conversation about this lifestyle choice and just hurtled head-long into little threesome games. But I don’t care. I’m happier than I’ve been… ever.

Instead of indulging Levi’s fantasy, Dylan insists we all sit down and eat. He watches Levi and I with a lovestruck expression, then reaches across the table to take my hand.

“We’re going out tonight,” he informs us.

“Out?” I ask, taking the pink smoothie he bought for me from the holder on the table. “Where to?”

His mouth quirks pensively. “Somewhere fun, guera . You two need to be ready at 8pm, and dressed up.”

Levi laughs. “Where are you taking us, papi ?”

“You’ll see.”