Broken kingdom

Emotion clogs in my throat. There was no hiding from Oakley—no withdrawing—no escaping. 

He took and I gave. 

The sound of him lowering his zipper buzzes in my ears. 

And then he’s hovering above me, the tip of his dick nudging my entrance. “I want to fuck you.” 

Nerves bunch in my belly as I debate whether or not I should tell him. 

But that’s stupid I soon realize because of course I have to tell him. 

There’s no way he won’t know. 

I start to speak…but something strange passes in his gaze. 

“You’re not…” His expression twists in confusion, as though I’m a puzzle he’s trying to work out, but can’t. “Bianca, are you a virgin?”

I can’t lie to him. 

“A little,” I whisper. 

Closing his eyes, he drops his head. 

“It’s not a big deal,” I say quickly. 

I want it to be him. 

It needs to be him. 

Blowing out a breath, he cups my cheek. “You were right before. I do see you.” Before I can stop him, he eases off me. “And you deserve more than this.” 

With that…he takes off. 

And I lie there hating myself for holding on to something that pushed him away. 

A small gasp leaves me when I feel a warm, wet feather touch glide over my pussy. 

For a moment, I think I’m having another flashback, but after my eyes adjust to the darkness, I realize that’s not possible because I’m in Stone’s bed. 

And he’s under the covers…with his head between my legs. 

Shit. 

A bolt of pleasure generates inside me when his tongue finds my clit and he gives it a tentative flick. 

However, just as I’m starting to enjoy myself, his mouth disappears. The pleasure that was building goes poof and I’m left frustrated and confused. 

Stone once confided in me that he didn’t enjoy reciprocating oral because the taste and smell was off-putting to him and it just wasn’t his thing. 

Needless to say, after hearing that, I felt weird ever bringing it up or asking him to go down on me.

I’m not quite sure why he’s doing it now, but I’m certainly not going to ruin the moment and ask while he’s trying his best to please me. 

His mouth returns to my pussy and he gives my clit another quick exploratory graze. 

I want to tell him he needs to apply some suction and stay there a bit, but I don’t want to make him feel like he’s doing something wrong or discourage him. 

Not that it would matter anyway because he withdraws his mouth again. A moment later his head appears from underneath the sheet and his cock is nestled inside of me. 

“Fuck,” he croaks. 

A weird feeling hits me as he begins thrusting. 

I was sleeping. 

Granted he was trying to take care of me, but isn’t it common courtesy to at least make sure your partner is awake before you take off their pants and go to town?

Guilt flickers in my chest when I take into account that I was having a sexual memory involving another guy. 

For all I know I might have said something that led Stone to believe I was in the mood and he obliged. 

 “You’re so wet for me tonight,” he groans as his thrusts pick up speed. 

Wanting to make it good for him, I wrap my legs tighter around his waist and moan. 

His face screws up and he starts panting. “You feel so good.” A giant shudder moves through his body. “Oh, fuck. Bourne…I’m coming. I’m coming so hard.” 

His lips meet mine in a long kiss as he collapses in a sweaty heap on top of me. “I love you.” 

I trace the curve of his cheek. “I love you, too.” 

Dipping his head, he kisses me again. “Did you come?” 

I give him a small smile. “Yeah.” 

In the past…

With another man.