Stella made a startled-but-happy noise as he caught her in his arms, carrying her three steps to the canopied fairyland bed. He tasted the sweetness of her lips just for a second, then pulled away and laid them both down. Then he lost himself in another kiss, in the softness of her body and her bed.
She tasted intoxicating, and she felt like heaven. Nate devoured her mouth, then pulled back to brush kisses against her cheek, her temple, the soft skin of her neck. He buried his face in the join between her neck and shoulder and inhaled, then bit lightly.
Stella gasped, her fingers clenching on his shoulders. Nate smiled against her skin and bit again, delighting in the feeling of her full-body writhe, the way her body moved under his.
Her legs parted, and he settled into the space between her thighs, her skirt riding up until his cock, hard in his jeans, was pressed right up against her panties. He rolled his hips and she moaned; he caught the sound with his mouth, tasting it.
Nate had intended to get their clothes off, maybe settle in with his tongue between Stella’s legs for a while, but this felt too impossibly good to let go of. The heat built in the little spaces between them, the air dense and heavy and smelling like sex. Stella was making little noises that caught something deep in Nate’s chest, a fierce and powerful hunger.
He devoured Stella’s mouth as he worked his hips against the soaking fabric of her panties. His cock was leaking in his boxers, throbbing and jerking with every rub against Stella’s sex.
Stella wrapped her legs around his hips, lifting to meet him, and a blinding wave of pleasure overtook him.
Nate had to break the kiss to drag in air. “Hold on,” he said raggedly. “We have to—God—I’m going to come in my pants like a teenager.”
“Okay, then—” Stella gasped, reaching between them. The feeling of her fingers brushing up against the front of his jeans did nothing to help his desperate need, but then she caught the button, undoing it one-handed, squirming down until she had the angle to tug down the zipper and slip her hand into his boxers.
Nate groaned as she took his cock in her hand. She ran her hand down the length and back up once, then said, “Don’t think I can do much good at this angle.”
“You’re doing plenty of good, believe me,” he said, but didn’t protest her taking her hand away. Especially since her fingers retreated back between her own thighs, rubbing her clit over her panties a few times. “Oh,” she said, shuddering at the touch of her own hand. Nate thought he might spontaneously combust at the sight.
Then she bit her lip. “Getting distracted,” she gasped. “Here.”
And she pulled the lace of her panties to the side. They were close enough that once her hand was out of the way, the head of his cock was already kissing the wetness of her opening.
“Come on,” she breathed.
Nate surged forward, burying himself inside her in one long, smooth stroke. They groaned together, and he started up a rhythm, feeling her silken heat tighten, her muscles clench and jerk. He held onto her with all of his strength, grinding them together, losing himself in the blinding pleasure that was making love to Stella.
Lost in sensation, he thrust again, and again. He couldn’t last, and he knew it, not with her inner walls clutching at him like that. A moment later, the wave rose up and tipped him over: climax roared through him, and he spent himself inside her as she shuddered around him.
She was still moving restlessly, though, so the moment Nate had control of his muscles again, he pulled out and slid down, getting two fingers inside her, and then adding a third when she moaned for more. He found that slightly rougher spot inside her and rubbed hard against it as he took her clit in his mouth and sucked.
Stella shrieked as she clenched hard enough to almost hurt his fingers, coming in pulses against his face. Nate drank her down, wishing he was young enough to go again.
When she was sensitive enough that she was twitching away from his tongue, Nate pulled back and crawled up the bed to collapse next to her.
“Mmm,” Stella sighed. “Naptime.”
“Sounds good. Do you work today?”
She nodded, yawning. “Later. Dinner shift. Sleep for now.”
That sounded just fine to Nate. He gathered her sated body close, breathed her in, and closed his eyes to the fairy glen of her bedroom.
***
Nate went with Stella to work, finding a seat at Oliver’s for the second time that day. He surveilled while she waited tables, and proved without a shadow of a doubt that he’d made the right decision calling Carlos in.
Stella was just so...distracting. Her graceful movements, her musical voice, the glint of her silver-blonde hair under the lights. The way she laughed with Pauline over some joke. Once, Nate caught himself admiring how well she memorized the food orders instead of keeping an eye on the perimeter.
He forced himself to pay attention to the building’s vulnerabilities, but he simply wasn’t as effective as he would’ve been with a regular client, and he knew it.
So he spent the last couple of hours outside, walking the perimeter and inspecting the cars in the lot. He ducked inside occasionally, to check on Stella and make sure she was all right, that Todd hadn’t called her—from someone else’s phone, since Stella had said she’d blocked his number long ago—or otherwise managed to insinuate his presence.
All right, he checked on her a bit more often than he should have.
But as it happened, he was out in the parking lot when, just a few minutes before the end of Stella’s shift, a truck pulled up with a screech and parked right by the door. Nate’s eyes narrowed: he recognized that truck.