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A groan vibrated the flesh under my fingertips, and he shifted me again, his large hand going to work on the button and zipper of my jeans. I liked where his head was at, our arms intertwining as I reached down to tug at his belt, our hungry mouths finding each other again. A symphony of grunts and moans filled the garage, and I’d never heard anything half as sexy.
His hand slid into the back of my jeans, one finger sliding down the length of my thong before he squeezed my ass again. His needy groan as his other hand shoved and pushed at my jeans in frustration hit something deep inside of me, bringing the old Stella back to the surface. The brash girl who fearlessly took life by the balls and didn’t give a shit what anyone thought. Maybe she wasn’t dead after all, just buried.
My legs uncurled from around his waist, my boots hitting the concrete floor with a thud. He kept one hand glued to myass but made quick work of yanking down my jeans and thong while I stepped out of my boots.
He lifted me again, the tool chest at my back rattling as he leaned me back against it, my legs winding back around his waist. The cool of the metal only highlighted how heated my skin was.
His lips devoured mine, his chest rubbing against my tender nipples creating delicious ripples of sensation. I rubbed myself up and down his body like a cat in heat, wanting to be closer. His jeans were open, but not off, part of the material course and part of it soft. The sensation, while pleasurable, was driving me crazy.
My nails dragged down the skulls on his arms, eliciting a low growl, as I wiggled against him, using both of my feet and my hand to shove his jeans down. His cock sprang free, slapping against my ass, an animalistic noise ripping free from my throat.
He grunted into the kiss, one of his hands leaving my ass to notch his dick against my entrance. The head slipped inside, stretching me, little zings of pleasure curling down my spine. Fuck yes. Finally.
Only he stopped. Everything. His lips stilled on mine, his body shaking with the effort of holding himself still.
I broke the kiss and leaned my head back to have a look at him. His face was slack, almost blissful, his eyes closed. I’d never seen him look this peaceful, which was good, but it didn’t help the pressure building in my core. At the moment, I was a broken furnace, dying to explode and take the whole place down with me.
“Switch, if you don’t fuck me right this second, I’m going to kick your ass.”
He groaned, “Can’t a man take a second to enjoy the best pussy god ever created?”
Well, when he put it like that, how could I not? He’d already crushed most of the worries I had about having sex again. I guess I could wait an extra minute to find out whether I’d still be able to have an orgasm. Didn’t mean I was happy about it, though.
His eyes fluttered open, his irises more of a dark whiskey than cinnamon. He stared back, his arm muscles flexing beneath my fingertips as he impaled me on his thick cock in one go. The stretch perfectly combined pleasure and pain, my nails digging into his heavily tattooed skin to anchor myself. He slid almost all the way out before thrusting back in, a porn-worthy moan tearing up my throat.
Every time he slid deep inside me the rough hair at the stem of his dick rubbed against my pussy, teasing my clit. The force of his thrusts rattled the tools in the chest behind me, his balls slapping against my ass. The mingling sounds were like a dirty symphony, playing to my pussy and hitting all the right notes.
Now that he’d had his moment, he wasn’t holding anything back. This was fucking, pure and simple. It was loud, obscene, wild, and utterly perfect. Higher and higher he took me with each stroke of his cock, and when I broke apart, tears sprang from the corners of my eyes.
It was the freest I’d ever been. Nothing could compare, not even racing over the blacktop on my baby.
He didn’t stop either; he fucked me through it, a second orgasm hitting me even harder than the first. My choked scream echoed off the walls of the garage, mixing with his grunts of pleasure. I slid my hands up his arms and around his shoulders, sinking my fingers into the soft longer strands of hair at the center of his scalp.
“Yes,” he moaned as I licked the sweat from his neck.
The salty tang of his skin was its own aphrodisiac, bringing on yet another orgasm, my fingers pulling at his hair with the force of it.
With one last hard thrust, he shouted, “Fuck!”
He spilled inside of me, his body shuddering with the force of it. He panted into my neck, his warm breath giving me the chills. We were wrapped up in each other, connected as two people could possibly be.
My heartbeat was loud inside my head. I’d been a fool to think I could fuck one man to forget another. There was no coming back from this. Switch had tightened the last chain. I’d been wrong. So, so, wrong. This time when he left it wouldn’t just hurt, it would shatter me into a thousand unrecognizable pieces.
CHAPTER 24
STELLA
Brandy and Hunter’s place had become my home away from home. A place for me to lick my wounds while I healed. Nobody wanted or expected anything from me here. Well, except for maybe Hunter, but staying away from his room, and out of his way, was surprisingly easy.
If only the same could be said for Switch. Apparently, he took my fucking him to mean he would be sharing my bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, little spoon to his big spoon, a very obvious part of him digging into my lower back.
Once my panic attack subsided, I tried to turn over, ready to light into him, only to have him tighten his grip.
His breath was hot against my ear, sending shivers down my spine, as he’d mumbled, “Just a few more minutes, Stel.”
As his soft snore ruffled my hair, I remembered he’d been sleeping on the porch swing. So, I took pity on him and let him stay. But at first light, I ninja’d myself out of his hold and went in search of a shower and coffee.
It was better for both of us if he didn’t get too comfortable. Before I could think about Switch as anything other than a fuck buddy, I needed to finish this. For myself, for my family, and for all the other women still being held hostage by those assholes.
