Wicked princess

A million different emotions hit me at once. None of them good. 

“What the hell, Stone?” 

His eyes widen. “I can explain that.” 

I spin around to face him. “I threw your phone in the water. How do you still have this?” 

I thought I destroyed it. 

He looks sheepish. “I emailed the video to myself before you did.” 

I’m not sure how to feel about this. 

Actually, I do. 

Despite this being the pot calling the kettle black and karma for what I did to Hayley, I’m pissed. 

Old Bianca might deserve this, but I don’t. 

“Why the fuck would you—”

“Because I wanted to keep it.” 

I glare at him. 

“For myself,” he stresses. “Not to send to anyone else, I swear.” 

Still doesn’t make any sense to me. “Why the—”

“I jerk off to it, all right?” he snaps, the tips of his ears turning pink. “And I get why you’re upset, but no one else has ever seen it.” He looks me in the eyes. “That’s the God’s honest truth.”

Well that’s…interesting. 

“I thought you hated me…you know, before the accident.” 

At least that’s the impression I got from our first meeting. 

The one I can remember.  

I did.” Arms crossing over his chest, he plops back down on the bed. “But I also wanted you.” His lids lower. “Badly.” 

Oh. “Really?” 

His Adam’s apple bobs. “Yeah.” 

I probably shouldn’t be so turned on that he kept a video of me he had no right to film, but I can’t help myself. 

Images of Stone getting himself off to me is…hot. 

Really hot. 

Reaching for the hem of my dress, I slip it over my head until I’m in nothing but my bra and panties. “Ever think about me stripping for you?”

He licks his lips. “Sometimes.” 

Slowly, I saunter over to him. “What about my mouth on your cock?”

There’s a sharp intake of breath. “Bianca—”

I undo the clasps of my bra and let it fall to the floor. I should probably be embarrassed, but the way Stone’s looking at me right now—like I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen—fills me with a confidence I didn’t know I had. 

A low, tortured groan leaves him as he reaches up and squeezes my breast. “God, you’re so fucking perfect.” 

I’m not, but he makes me feel like I am. 

Sinking to my knees, I tug down his zipper and pull him out. 

He’s hard and ready for me. 

I give him a slow, teasing jerk. “Tell me what else you think about when it comes to me.”

“Just typical fantasies.” He visibly swallows. “You and I…you know.”  

No, I don’t. But I want to. 

Lowering my head, I lick the pearlescent drop of liquid off his crown. “Can you be more specific?”

I want to hear all the dirty, hot words roaming through his mind. 

He groans as I lick his length. “What you’re doing now…I think about that.”

Stretching my mouth over the wide head of his dick, I moan, sending vibrations pulsing through him. 

Stone nearly lurches off the bed. “Fuck.” 

Taking him as deep as I can, I peer up at him. 

“Jesus Christ,” he rasps as he humps my face. “You’re so fucking good.” His movements speed up. “So fucking go—”

Salty liquid fills my mouth, and unlike last time, I swallow. 

“Shit.” Out of breath, he collapses against the bed, but not before I venture into his arms. “I wasn’t expecting...” He cups my cheek. “Do you want me to return the favor?” 

Shaking my head, I nuzzle against his chest. 

I just want him to hold me. 

Because the past…all the bad things I’ve ever done... 

None of it matters when I’m with him.