Stephan(17)

Chapter Five





Jade





I’d never been this comfortable. I was warm and had the best night sleep I could ever remember. I felt safe and secure in my comfy bundle. A soothing drumbeat was against my ear and the thick plush covers were neatly tucked around me. A vanilla and coco smell surrounded me and I took a deep breath enjoying the scent. I was still sleepy and I didn’t want to move. I wanted to go back to sleep, but I needed to go to the bathroom and my throat was dry.

Groaning, I slowing eased up, stretching. I screeched when the covers dropped revealing my nakedness. What the hell? I never slept naked. I looked down at the bed only to jump back and grab the blanket to cover myself.

“What are you doing in my bed?” I yelled at Stephan.

Stephan sat up and the sheet covering his lower half slipped.

“Oh. My. God. Why are you naked? Why am I naked?” I tried not to stare at his body, the roped muscles as he eased up or the clenching of his abs, and I definitely didn’t look at the enormous member standing straight up ready for action. Well he wouldn’t be getting any me. My God, the thing wouldn’t even fit, not that I was looking at it cos I so wasn’t. It twitched in my direction and I scrambled back. It was alive.

“I’d stop staring at it if you don’t want to find it entering you.”

My glaze shot up to Stephan’s face. “Don’t even joke. You and that…that thing are not coming near me.”

Stephan chuckled and reached for me. I squealed and backed up until I felt the edge of the bed, but he pounced on me dragging me back and on top of him.

I whacked his chest and struggled to get off him only to freeze when I felt my pussy brush his bare skin. Holy shit. My body heated and I gazed down to see a grinning Stephan as he stared at my bare breasts. I covered my breasts with my hands and Stephan smirked.

“Close your eyes.” I moaned, horrified he’d seen me naked.

“Why would I do something silly like that?”

“Grrr, answer me.”

“Which one? You asked a lot of questions.”

“All of them,” I snarled at his still grinning face. His damn dimples were showing and I felt tingles flutter through me. I clenched my core as it throbbed. Oh no, this was not good.

“This isn’t your bed. It’s mine. I’m naked because I haven’t slept clothed since I was twelve. You’re naked because you took your clothes off.”

I opened my mouth, gaping at him like a fish and I felt my eyes widen. “I did not.”

“Yeah you did. You fell asleep on me at the party, when you didn’t wake up after an hour, I decided to take you up so you could sleep in a bed. I put you down and told you I was going to go get a shirt for you, then you just took your clothes off and slipped into bed and went back to sleep. You begged me to join you too.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“You’re full of shit, you know that?” I didn’t believe him. There was no way I’d ask him to join me in bed. I pushed on his chest and eased off him, but his hold tightened on me.

“You can go once I get my morning kiss.”

“Ha, dream on, buddy.” I wiggled and placed my hand on his, prying his fingers off me, but they didn’t move. I wasn’t kissing him. No way. Especially not naked.

“Oh I’m not dreaming.” He rotated his hips and ground them against me. I gasped as I felt his erection brush my pussy lips. I needed to get off him like now. “Give me one kiss and I’ll let you go. Promise.”

A kiss. What could one kiss do? Leaning down, I let one hand leave my breast to help me balance and brushed my lips over his. I pulled away but he shook his head and moved his hands up to my hair threading it through his fingers.

“I said a kiss. That wasn’t a kiss. This is.” He yanked me down to him and took my lips to his, opening his mouth he bit my lip making me open mine. Stephan’s tongue went in search of mine, finding it and tangling them together. His hands left my hair and glided down my back, cupping and squeezing my arse, pushing me against him. My body was ablaze with passion and I basked in his touch.

I almost pulled him back to me when Stephan pulled his mouth from mine. “Fuck me. Little bit, you’re going to be the death of me. Go.” He let me go and placed his hands behind his head. “The door on your right is a bathroom.” He moved and reached over to the left bedside drawers' top, and handed me the shirt he’d gotten out last night. “You can wear this if you like. It will cover more than what you were wearing last night anyway.”

I bit my lip and grabbed the shirt to cover my body. He rolled his eyes. “I didn’t choose last night’s outfit. The girls dressed me. I was their personal doll.”