BONUS CHAPTER FOR STEPHAN AND JAVIER
I just wrote this little bonus scene for Stephan and Javier. It takes place when Bianca is in the hospital at the end of In Flight after the two have just reunited and are sitting on a bench near the hospital parking lotWarning
Enjoy
We were still on the bench, him still burrowed into me, for a long time. He was nuzzling my chest when it hit me hard. I wanted him, now, this second.
He had been crying, sobbing against me, but now it had calmed to ragged breaths. I stroked his hair, shifting my torso so I could pull him closer.
His breathing changed, hitched a bit as I continued to stroke his hair with one hand, the other moving to rub his back.
Eventually he pulled back to look at my face. His eyes were searching, hopeful.
Right there, in broad daylight, in sight of anyone that walked by, I kissed him.
His lips under mine were soft, utterly yielding but he didn’t kiss me back so much as let me have his mouth. I deepened the kiss, tongue sweeping in, dominating him.
I pulled back and he was looking at me warily, his lips trembling.
“You don’t have to do that,” he told me quietly. “I don’t want you to regret it later. We can keep it all in the bedroom. I don’t mind.”
I kissed him again, then pulled back to watch his face. “I want you,” I said thickly.
He looked around almost frantically. “Anything you want. Can I suck you off in the car? I have tinted windows.”
I pulled back from him, stood up. I was texting James as Javier rose and hovered near me, looking nervous and eager and scared.
I put my phone away. “Will you take me to my house? Just for a bit. I need to grab some things and be back as quickly as possible, in case she wakes up. I have to be there when she wakes up.”
“Of course,” he said swiftly. “My car’s this way.” He was moving before he’d finished speaking and I caught up to him easily, grabbing his hand and letting him lead me.
He looked shocked and nervous at the gesture but he squeezed my hand back and kept moving.
When we sat in the car I buckled up but he just stared at my lap, unmoving.
I stroked his hair. “Let’s go,” I told him. It was an order.
He was still staring, licking his lips. “Please, let me. . . I’ll be fast.”
I shut my eyes. It was sweet agony, turning that down just then. “I know you will. I miss your mouth, but just drive for now.”
He was driving for five minutes before I spoke again. “I want to fuck you, the first time,” I told him.
His hands on the wheel were trembling. “Today? Please. Now? Please.”
I touched his thigh and his flesh jumped at the touch. “Yes. Today. I’m sorry it will be rushed but I need you.”
He was stopped at a light and he shut his eyes. His whole body was trembling, a tear tracing down his cheek. I wiped it away.
When he spoke his voice was low and thick with emotion. “I haven’t been with anyone else since we broke up. I haven’t even been on a date.”
That made me tremble. “I’ve been on a few dates,” I told him. “But it was useless. And I’ve been celibate since you.”
We were both so undone by then that I had to stop touching him or we’d be pulling over to fuck in his tiny car, and I didn’t want that. I wanted him in my bed.
He parked in my driveway and I was at my front door in a flash, unlocking it and ushering him inside. I pushed him straight to my bedroom, pinned him down on my bed and started kissing him.
He was still and pliant under me as I dragged his clothes off and then my own. Only his hands moved, stroking whatever part of me he could. I blocked him from touching my cock. I was an instant from coming if he got ahold of me with his skillful hands.
I pulled back, found what I needed, and as I moved back to the bed he was preparing himself for me, on his hands and knees on the edge of the mattress, spread and ready.
“The first time’s going to be rough and fast,” I told him, lubing myself up. “I’m sorry.”
He was humping the air, thrusting back in involuntary little movements that drove me wild. “Don’t be sorry. I want you to do whatever you want to me. Please. Please.”
I lined myself up at his back, rubbing my chest against him and kissing his neck. I tested him with my fingers. They were slick from the lube and I stroked into him with one finger, then two.
He was losing it, crying out like he might come on the spot. It was just what I needed. I lined my tip against his entrance and started to push in. “I missed you,” I told him, grabbing his cock to stroke as I shoved in deep. He took me just perfectly, as he always had, giving way to my big dick like he was made for it and I started fucking in earnest.
He came so fast and it was such a relief to let loose on him and come as hard and quick as I’d needed to.
I was still humping against his ass in little aftershocks, his dick still in my hand, kissing his back.
I pulled out of him slowly, dragging along in a drawn out movement that had him whimpering and arching his back. I straightened, turned him, and pushed him onto the bed, climbing on top of him. I kissed him, rubbing our spent cocks together.
Eventually when I came up for air I said, “I need to get going soon.”
“Of course. I’ll drive you back as soon as you’re ready.”
I kissed him again. “Thank you for showing up when I needed you. I needed this so bad, you have no idea.”
“I have some idea,” he said ruefully.
He was soft after coming but I was hard again, and I pushed his legs up into his chest, rising to my knees. I used both hands to pin his thighs up high.
“Oh, yes, please,” he sobbed as I poised myself at his entrance again.
I met his eyes. “Are you sure? I’m sorry. You know how I am. Once is never enough.”
He was in a state, his eyes eating me whole. “I do. Please. Take me, Stephan.”
I pushed into him slower this time, my strokes more even, more smooth. I worked into a steady rhythm, trying my best not to be rough this time, and as I pumped in and out for long minutes he grew hard between us again. I had no free hands but I wanted to touch him, wanted to get him off, not incidentally but with singular focus.
“Don’t come,” I told him. He could easily just from my cock owning his ass, I knew. “I want to suck you off after I finish. I want to feel you getting off with my hands and my mouth but first I need this.”
He obeyed with exquisite distress, though it wasn’t easy for him, his cock twitching restlessly.
He always obeyed in bed and it was just what I required from him.
My thrusts changed into the heavy, hard, rough motions that I needed and I bottomed out and came with a low shout.
I was pulling out, my mouth finding his cock and sucking while I was still spurting heavy streams of cum.
His hands were in my hair, not gripping but gently stroking, asking me to pleasure him, never demanding. Pleading, never insisting.
We’d always been so sublimely compatible in bed.
His cock wasn’t huge like mine but it was beautifully shaped, finely made, and just the right length for my level of deep throating.
He came in my mouth with the sweetest little whimper and I milked out his release and swallowed his cum, something I’d only ever done for him.
We showered together, kissing and washing each other like old, familiar lovers.
Afterward we had to rush back to the hospital in a hurry. I’d gotten carried away but I received a text from James as we were driving informing me that Bianca hadn’t stirred since I’d left. She wasn’t missing me yet.
I lingered in the car after he parked, trying to find the right words.
He seemed to think I had other ideas, unbuckling and throwing himself over the console to nuzzle into my lap.
I was hard again. I had a lot of lost time to make up for.
I put up a token protest but it was hollow and I let him go down on me skillfully in the car, my hands dragging into his hair, pushing and pulling, dominant and insistent where in the same position he had been so sweetly receiving.
His throat was a marvel, as ever, and I came deeper inside of it than I’d ever thought anyone could take me before I’d met Javier. He truly had a gift.
I let him clean me up and put me back in my pants before I kissed him. I groped him, cupping his balls. I pulled back to ask, “Anything I can do for you?”
He laughed raggedly. “I’m spent. I’m not like you. No one is.”
I kissed him again for that.
I pulled back to look at him. I was still trying to find the right words.
“I felt terrible for how I treated you,” I finally told him. “I’m ashamed of how cold I was to you. How we ended wasn’t right, and it was my fault.
He tried to argue but I pressed a finger to his lips, meeting his eyes very squarely. “Let me finish. At that Valentine’s party—”
“I’m so sorry for that—”
“No. I’m sorry. And when you told how I’d made you feel worthless with the way I’d handled things. . . that’s haunted me.”
He was silent now, not trying to argue, just eating me with his hopeful eyes.
“You’re so worthy,” I continued steadily, wiping away the tears now flowing down his cheeks. “And this time I plan to show you that. I won’t hurt you again. That’s a promise.”
He just nodded, his gorgeous dark, wet eyes swallowing me whole.
“Do you want to come up with me?” I asked, referring to the hospital.
“I don’t think so. It would be awkward when she wakes up for me to be there. She doesn’t know me that well.”
I understood. “Will you visit again tomorrow? I can slip away for lunch.”
He smiled and it was brilliant and joyful. “Oh, I’d love that.”