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Chapter 10

Miles

L eaning against the counter with my cock in my hand while I watch Stella finger fuck herself on my island isn’t exactly the laundry I was supposed to be doing to get ready for our trip tomorrow, but it’s okay. The sight of her tight, wet cunt spread open on my counter is officially the most delicious thing I’ve ever had in my kitchen.

I know that even before I’ve tasted it.

Stroking myself slowly, I feel the orgasm already forming. Between the food explosion turned foreplay to now masturbating in front of each other, I could finish in about ten seconds if I wanted to—but I’m just not ready for this to end.

I’m not sure how I let it get this far, and who the hell knows if this will ever happen again. Might as well enjoy the view while I can. They always say forbidden things are the best, and in this case, it’s definitely true with Stella.

“I’m going to come,” she moans, her feet on the counter, heels resting on the edge, giving me a front-row view of her pussy. “Can I come?” she asks, her voice so quiet yet so seductive, eyes fluttering as her finger rubs her clit, her other hand playing with her nipple through her shirt.

“Yes,” I growl, tightening the grip on my cock, my strokes slowing down just a bit, still riding the wave of desire. I want her to be done touching herself. I want her to watch what she does to me.

If you’d stop being a pussy, it could be your mouth on her body.

Her moan nearly does me in, her legs trembling as she pinches her nipple, twisting in a way that looks painful, but the screams of pleasure that follow tell me otherwise.

When her cries finally quiet down and her body relaxes onto the counter, she glances over at me with a satiated look on her face. Her eyes are glazed, and the biggest grin spreads across her lips.

“You look satisfied,” I mumble, and she nods enthusiastically.

“But now it’s your turn. Why did you slow down?” she says, sitting up on the island, her eyes locked on my cock as I grip myself, slowly spreading the bead of precum at the tip, lubricating myself as she watches.

“I wanted to see you finish. You look so sexy when you fall apart—your skin flushed, your body trembling. I couldn’t tear my eyes away.”

“Now I want to watch you,” she says seductively, licking her lips like my cock is the most delicious treat, and I’m damn close to just giving it to her.

“You can,” I say, pumping myself harder. The beginning of the orgasm from just a moment ago comes rushing back, already picking up from where we left off and intensifying exponentially. It has to be that she’s watching me—her eyes are locked onto me as I masturbate, not because she has to, but because she wants to. And I’m not sure why, but that’s fucking hot.

“What if I…” she starts, hopping off the counter and stepping closer to me. The tension between us is thick, dense, our breaths coming slower as she moves to kneel on the floor, far enough that my cock isn’t directly in front of her face, but close enough that she still has perfect access to it. “…I mean, I could.”

“Stella, we can’t,” I growl, swallowing the words I almost say.

The thought of telling this perfect angel to open wide, her lips parting as she moves to let my cock slide between them…I’m already so close.

Fuuuck.

“I didn’t say anything,” she purrs, her eyes bright as she watches me, her hands resting in her lap like the good girl I know she is, just waiting for me to tell her what to do.

“You didn’t need to. The way you’re sitting, staring so hungrily at my cock like it’s your favorite ice cream cone…the fantasies are already running wild in my mind.”

“It wouldn’t need to be a fantasy if you’d just let me suck your dick,” she smirks, her bluntness always a surprise. But the fact that I got to watch her come has me more than willing to let her bratty side slide.

Throwing my head back I groan, “You’re killing me, Stell.”

“But I can watch?”

“We shouldn’t?—”

“Please?” she adds, her big, innocent eyes staring up at me. I decide maybe it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world to dirty her up a bit.

“You may watch…but you may not touch. Do you understand?”

She nods, her eyes wide as she licks her lips.

“Also, you shouldn’t expect me to last long. I’m about two seconds away from blowing my load, and having you watch me will make it even faster.”

“If you think I’m judging you, you’re very mistaken. I’m actually admiring your…” She trails off, and I smirk.

“My cock?” I say, voice raspy. “Or the hardware?”

Her eyes widen as they bounce between staring at my face and then back to my dick, but unfortunately for her, it’s now hidden from view.

“You—you have a piercing?” she stammers, her voice filled with surprise and innocence. I almost laugh at her reaction. I wonder what she’d say if she knew it was her brother I lost a bet to, and that’s how I ended up with my Prince Albert piercing.

Although I wasn’t thrilled about losing the bet—or the actual piercing itself—I have zero complaints with it now that it’s healed. And as far as I know, there have only been satisfied customers on the receiving end.

“I do.”

“I want to feel it.”

Chuckling, I shake my head. “Not right now. Maybe if you’re a good girl, there’ll be a time for you to feel it inside you. For now, though, spread your legs so I can see that wet pussy. I’m about to come all over you.”

Her eyes light up as she leans back, bracing herself with her arms behind her before opening her legs. I pump myself a few more times before I explode, my orgasm drowning me in waves of pleasure, the buildup happening quickly as it rapidly crashes through my body.

I figured this might be embarrassing, doing something that’s more of a solo act in front of someone, especially someone who I think is incredibly hot and would love to fuck, if it wouldn’t cost me my best friend in the process. I’m comfortable with sex, always have been, but standing in front of someone and jerking off isn’t typically part of my roster of sexual acts to impress a woman.

But I don’t think I actually need to impress Stella. I’m starting to be able to read her body language, her facial expressions, and most importantly, her eyes. She’s so turned on by this, I can tell. Her nipples are hard, visible through her shirt, and her cheeks are flushed—just from watching me. That image is the last thing I see before I lose it.

Leaning back against the counter, I’m thankful I don’t have a shirt on as I come all over my chest and abs, though most of it ends up in my hand.

That was the most intense orgasm I think I’ve had in…well, probably forever—and it was self-inflicted. Who am I?

“That was so hot,” she whispers, her eyes following my hand as I ride out the orgasm before my arms drop to my sides, leaving my cock to sit over my shorts. Slowly, she stands and steps closer to me, wearing nothing but a tiny crop top, her gaze fixed on my abs.

“What’s wrong?” I ask as she leans over, her hands moving to my hips. She shocks me when her tongue swipes up my body, flattening as she starts just above my cock, gliding all the way up to my chest. Her eyes locked on mine the entire time as she laps up nearly all the cum I’d spilled onto my body.

“That…that…was against the rules,” I force out.

“I couldn’t let your hard work go to waste. It felt like a crime not to enjoy it,” she says, my cock twitching as I fight the urge to give her more to taste. She stands there in front of me, a disheveled, hot mess, a constant reminder that I am not the one in charge. “And although your cum was more delicious than that frosting over there, I need to go finish packing.”

She turns to grab her shorts and panties from the floor then begins to walk out of the kitchen, stopping in front of me at the last minute. With one finger, she swipes the last bit of cum left on my body, sliding it into her mouth and sucking it like a lollipop, an audible moan escaping her to show just how much she’s enjoying it.

“Now I’m ready for bed. Good night, Miles. Enjoy the cupcakes.” She smirks as she turns and walks away, leaving me standing in the kitchen with my jaw on the floor along with the mess she just left me to clean up.

Am I hallucinating, or did Stella just officially prove she’s my dream girl?