Fracture

18. Levi

CHAPTER 18

LEVI

Stella positions herself over me, and I want this moment to slow down so I can memorize how she looks, hovering over me like a disheveled angel. Her make-up is smudged, blackening her eyes, and it makes her look even more beautiful, more imperfect, more undone, more mine . I can still taste her, and the memory of that pulsating cunt against my mouth, the fucking triumph of knowing I made them both come with my mouth - my cock is fucking aching for release.

I worry for a moment that I won’t last long enough to please her. I’m sure she feels like heaven, and since she’s already sitting on top of me I know we’re dispensing with the idea of a condom. I’m going to be inside her, raw and naked and aching with the need to fuck, to come, but I’m going to have to take this slow for her.

Goddammit, I hope I can.

She leans down over me, her heated skin pressed to mine, and I run my fingers through her hair. Her big eyes gaze down at me, and her full lips are trembling ever so slightly now. My dick is pressed to her hot pussy, and I groan as she shifts her hips. She lowers her cheek to mine, her eyelashes tickling my skin as she blinks. With a soft moan, she grinds herself against me.

“You know how many years I dreamed of this moment?” I say softly against her throat, and she sighs.

Dylan stands over us, a bottle of lube in hand, his dark eyes watching us with unfettered lust. He doesn't speak, doesn’t rush us, doesn’t even move towards us, just lets us take our time.

Stella runs a hand down my side, over my stomach, and lifts her hips as she wraps her hand around my cock. She raises her head to look into my face, and then the tip of my cock is nudging at her entrance. She releases me, her hands resting on my chest, and with a small puffed breath, she lowers herself onto me.

The sharp volt of pleasure that shoots up my stomach empties my lungs of air and my mind of all reason. There’s just her, my hands on her ass and holding her still because my god, if she moves now before I can think or breathe again, I’m going to spill inside her sweet pussy immediately.

“Fuck, baby girl.” My fingers dig into her ass, and she makes a small circle with her hips, moaning.

She takes my hand in her face, her amber eyes hooded, her lips parted and quivering.

“Are you OK?”

I nod, stroking my fingers down her spine, memorizing every single divot, the feeling of her silky skin beneath my fingertips. “I just… Fuck . I just need a second. You feel too fucking good.”

She lowers her head to the crook of my neck, rolling her hips in that way that has me gasping, biting my lip with a whimper.

“I like that I feel so good for you.” She kisses my neck. “I like hearing you make these sounds because of me.”

I try to regulate my breathing, focus on the tickle of her hair against my chin as she lies against me, barely moving. Sweat has broken out over my body, and I dare to lift my hips, just a little, just enough to slide deeper inside her. My movement is answered with the sweetest whimper, and Stella’s nails dig into my shoulders.

“Levi,” she breathes, and I never want to stop hearing her saying my name like this. A sigh, a scream, it doesn’t matter. It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.

The bed dips slightly with Dylan’s weight as he kneels behind Stella. “You look so beautiful, guera .” He runs a hand down her back. “If it hurts, or you want to stop, you say the word, remember?”

She nods, a tiny laugh bubbling from her lips. “Martini.”

“That’s right.” There’s a click of a lid being opened, and Stella’s shoulders tense for a moment. “I’m going to get you nice and wet, all slippery for me. It’ll feel very full, but I’ll take it slow.”

His voice is so deep, so even and reassuring, and it makes me shiver, goosebumps erupting down my arms.

“Hold her open for me, guapo ,” he says, and I spread Stella’s ass wider with my hands.

She’s trembling now, and Dylan leans over her, kissing her shoulder.

“Are you ready for me?” He murmurs, and Stella nods.

He rises back to his knees, and I can feel the lube dripping down through Stella’s slit, coating the exposed base of my cock, my balls and my thighs. I kiss her gently, along her jaw, her cheeks, and her body is soft and pliant against me.

I’m not prepared for how it feels for me when Dylan slowly starts to push inside her. I’m focused on her, at least I should be, reading the movements of her body, her sharp intake of breath, the way her fingers cling to my collarbone. But fuck , feeling Dylan pushing in further and further, pressing against my own engorged cock, I gasp for air, scrambling to hold off and hold on and just not fucking lose it in this moment.

Stella makes a sound between a cry and moan, lifting her head from my chest, and Dylan’s hand is on her back again, stroking and soothing.

“Breathe, just breathe.” He brushes his fingers along her jaw. “Do you want me to keep going?”

Her brow furrows, and she grits her teeth, nodding. “Yes, keep going.”

Dylan pushes in further, and Stella coughs out a gasp.

“Oh fuck ,” she murmurs. “More, that’s… Fuck, that’s better. Oh god. ”

Dylan finally sits flush against her, and he closes his eyes for a second, his hand stroking up Stella’s stomach between her breasts, his mouth against her cheek.

“My fucking god, guera, ” he croons, looking down at where we’re joined, both of us filling her completely. “You’re doing so fucking well. You’re a goddess.”

“You feel so good,” I murmur, lifting my hand to stroke her throat, which is shuddering and bobbing as she breathes. “Does that feel good for you?”

She nods, eyes hooded. “I want to move.”

“You move.” Dylan’s hand keeps stroking her back, and his voice stays steady even though I can feel that’s trembling too, his sweat-soaked thighs pressed against mine. “You move, and I’ll move when you’re ready.”

Stella rolls her hips, and the same moan breaks from all of us, somewhere between ecstasy and relief, because my god, this has to be what Heaven feels like. The heat of her pussy and the sheer size of Dylan’s cock choking my own - there is no way this is going to take long. Stella raises herself slowly, hands pressed to my chest, and then she starts that rhythm of her hips, over and over.

Dylan’s jaw is set, and he groans, his head dropping back a little. As Stella settles back against me, he pulls out just a fraction, as though his restraint has torn, and with a grunt he pushes back inside her.

“Oh fuck ,” Stella cries, her stomach contracting. “Fuck, yes, do that again.”

Dylan withdraws a little more, dragging down the length of my cock, and when he bottoms out against Stella’s ass again, she tosses her head and mewls.

“Fuck. Harder. Please, don’t stop.”

Immediately, Dylan begins to fuck her, fucking both of us, as Stella remains still because she doesn’t need to move at all. Each roll of Dylan’s hips against her sends her slamming down on me, and I swear I can’t fucking breathe.

“Her clit,” he says to me, panting, and I let go of Stella’s round ass to curve my hands around her hips, obeying his command because this dark-eyed god above us both is completely in control. Holy fuck, he’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I massage Stella’s clit with my thumb, and she’s soaked in her arousal and lube, her hips bucking against me with every thrust of Dylan’s cock. Her long nails dig into my skin, leaving welts behind, and I want her to fucking mark me. I want to wear these scars for days and days, I want her tattooed on my goddamned bones for eternity.

“Levi,” she pleads, her head tipping back, Dylan’s hand gently cupping her throat with his enormous hand. “Oh my god. Oh my god. Dylan, please, please.”

“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you. Let go, guera .”

I can’t deny the white-hot stabbing in my balls. At the moment that my release begins to erupt inside her, more and more heat filling that impossibly tight pussy, she screams, contracting on my cock, grabbing and pulling and drawing out every drop until I’m drained and shivering beneath her. Stella collapses onto my chest, whimpering and moaning as Dylan’s thrusts turn into short, hard ruts.

I gaze over her shoulder at him, breathless and aching, the feeling of his hard cock too much against me. Her body is almost fighting the intrusion with each pulse of her pussy, until he groans, pulling out of her, gritting his teeth as he presses his cock to the cleft of her ass, and hot jets of cum spurt across Stella’s back.

Stella lays on my chest, her breath cooling the sweat on my skin. I kiss her forehead, stroking her hair from her neck.

“You did so well, baby girl.”

She smiles sleepily, and shifts against me. “I cannot believe how good that felt.”

Dylan leans down to kiss her cheek, his own chest still heaving. “You took us so well, guera .” He drops another kiss to her shoulder, then climbs off the bed. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

He disappears into Stella’s bathroom, and water runs for a few minutes, and then he comes out with a washcloth and a towel.

He kneels behind Stella, gently cleaning the cum and sweat from her skin. When she’s clean and he’s dried her down, she lifts herself off me, and rolls onto her back beside me. Dylan’s eyes land on my cock, covered in my release, and his eyes flame. I brace myself for another round, my cock twitching in anticipation, but Dylan simply washes away the traces of what we just did from my thighs.

Stella rolls on to her side, watching as Dylan takes care of me, and she sighs. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she says softly.

Dylan’s mouth quirks into a crooked smile. “You might be a little sore tomorrow, I’ll run you a bath to help.”

She giggles, rolling on her back and throwing her arms over her head. “You’re the sweetest, papi . Give me the railing of my life and then offer to run me a bath.”

Dylan drops the towel and the washcloth to the floor and crawls over her, grinning down at her, kissing her softly. “I’m very, very good at looking after people.”

“Mmm, yes you are.”

Dylan’s gaze shifts over to me, and he smiles. “You OK, guapo ?”

I nod, even though I don’t think that’s an accurate way to describe what I’m feeling now. My heart’s still threatening to beat its way out of my chest, and looking at these two people, who I love more than anything I’ve ever loved in my whole life, I’m so much more than OK.

Dylan leans over me, notching a finger under my chin and turning my face to his. He kisses me slowly, softly, and my determination to be the alpha male, the big man, it melts away.

“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth, and I mean it, I do. With every part of me, I love him and I love Stella, and I know that I’m going to set this all right.

His mouth curves into a smile against mine, and he strokes the hair from my forehead. “I love you too, guapo .”

Stella curls up beside us, sighing happily. She doesn’t speak, just lets Dylan and I lie down either side of her, kissing her neck and her shoulders, stroking her hair until she falls asleep between us.

Dylan’s eyes become heavy too, and after a while, his shallow breaths wash over Stella’s shoulder. I lie awake for a long time, listening to the beat of my heart and feeling the heat of Stella’s body as she lies under my arm.

This is the beginning of us, of this life together. But first, Dylan and I have work to do. And as I look down at Stella’s peaceful face, I know that what’s coming could break her heart all over again. It could tear us away from her for good.

But I spent ten years in prison hungry for revenge, hungry for the justice she was denied.

I roll on to my side, breathing her in as I fall asleep.

They’re going to pay, baby girl. Every nightmare that haunts you, they’re going to pay in blood.