Inferno - Chelle Bliss by Chelle Bliss

I lean back, making it easier for him to put his mouth anywhere and everywhere he wants. I give myself to him, knowing he’s going to make every awful thing that’s plaguing my thoughts vanish.

Stone takes a step forward, bringing me with him. He bends, laying me over the edge of the couch. Before I can say anything, he’s kneeling on the floor, working on the button of my jeans.

“I need you naked,” he says as he pops the button and then yanks at the zipper.

I run my fingertips over the swells of my breasts. “But you forgot about these,” I tease him.

His eyes shift, meeting mine, and darken. “I haven’t forgotten, babe. I don’t want any barrier between us.”

I play with the hair on the top of his head as he pulls down my jeans, struggling a little around my ankles.

“I hate skinny jeans,” he grumbles, finally yanking the second leg off.

I hold in my laughter because I’ve had the same thought a million times, but they make my ass look fabulous. They’re a double-edged sword.

He tosses my jeans behind him. Any words I was going to say die when his soft, warm lips find the edge of my silk panties, pressing into my flesh. “I’ve missed this.”

“Me too,” I breathe, leaning back, finding it harder to keep myself steady.

He makes my entire body weak, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of him.

Stone’s quick to stand, pressing against my shoulder to mold my back to the rounded armrest of the couch. “Don’t move,” he tells me as I stare up at the ceiling with my vagina almost up in the air.

He spreads my legs wide, leaving me a little vulnerable and exposed. He brings his palm down on my breast, cupping my flesh tenderly.

“Fuck,” he moans, undoing his pants with one hand and kicking them off without a problem. “You’re so goddamn beautiful.” I start to close my legs, but he pushes his body between them, stopping me. “No, baby. No hiding what’s mine.”

His words rachet up my need, making me want to rub my legs together to alleviate the sensation. But Stone presses his length against me, sending an electric jolt from my clit all across my body.

I gasp, wanting more…needing more.

Stone leans over, his hand still on my breast, cock pressed against me, and places his lips on mine. I open my mouth to him and widen my legs, wanting everything he has to give me.

“Greedy,” he murmurs against my mouth.

I kiss him deeper, wrapping my legs around his body to hold him to me. I move my hips, rubbing my middle against him, wanting the friction…needing the contact.

“You’re mine, Opal. Only mine,” he growls as he pushes his cock inside me and starts to move.

I’m left speechless and panting, feeling his words inside my soul.

“Only yours,” I whisper back to him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders to hold my body as tightly as I can around his.

We move together in perfect sync, driving each other close to the edge. My hands roam across his back, memorizing every inch of him, wishing I could watch him as he makes love to me.

Is this love? I think so. I’ve never felt anything like this before.

I allow myself to get lost in the feeling of him, pushing away any thoughts of love or worries about the future.

Now is all that matters.

The way his cock fills me.

The way his body fits with mine.

The way his gaze has the power to steal my breath.

It’s as if we were meant to be here…together.

Everything that came before Stone doesn’t exist.

It’s only us.

Only him.

I close my eyes, letting my entire world be filled with him, and wish we could be like this forever.





19





STONE





“This is a little over the top.” Opal gazes down at her makeshift workstation, tapping her foot. “How am I supposed to work here?” She waves her hand around the busy shop. “It’s loud.”

“It’s public and safe,” I tell her.

She peers up at me, eyes narrowed. “I’d be perfectly safe at Nuts & Bolts with Mammoth, Tamara, and Nick.”

“I can’t do my job from there, but you can do yours from here.”

The pink in her cheeks deepens. “Ridiculous,” she mutters.

“Hey, Opal. It’s good to see you,” Trace says, giving me a chin lift as he walks by.

“Hey, Trace,” she says, but her voice is flat. She hasn’t taken her eyes off me. “What if I refuse?”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight, babe. Where you go, I go. He’s on the streets and could be anywhere.”

“I doubt he’ll try something this fast.”

I tilt my head as I cross my arms over my chest. “Are you willing to risk it? You think he has some timeline in his head he’s following?” I pause, holding up a single finger. “Or is there some manual on stalker etiquette?”

She inhales deeply, holding in her breath for a few seconds before exhaling. “You’re so stubborn.”

Gigi slaps her leg and laughs. “This is better than a reality TV show.”

“Shut up,” I tell my cousin. “I could use a little help instead of heckling.”

Gigi gives me an eye roll. “He’s right,” she grumbles. “It’s better to be safe than sorry. You’re both safer surrounded by all of us than on your own.”