Stefan (The Marquette Family Book Three) (3 page)

Chapter Three

Talicia moved to her closet and began unbuttoning her blouse. She kept her back to Stefan as she shed her clothes and soon stood in just her panties with no bra. A glance down reminded her of the smallness of her breasts and the narrowness of her hips. She looked like she didn’t have a waistline.

The tiniest of curves along her middle and over her ass gave her a feminine appearance. She had spent a lot of time in a local gym training in self-defense, but she had learned to throw a solid punch in school.

Stefan’s fingers wrapped around her upper arms, covering the defined muscle there. He drew her toward him, and her ass brushed his thigh. His cock had gone hard, and she felt it against her back. Stefan had never said she turned him off or reminded him of a man. He looked at her with such desire from day one, she responded to it and couldn’t help herself.

“Licia,” he whispered, his lips at her nape, “why do you turn away from me when you take your clothes off? I want to see you.”

“You see me when we’re in bed.”

“I can’t wait.” He spun her around and tipped her chin up. “What’s wrong? Didn’t we settle things earlier?”

“You’re such a man.”

He gazed at his cock, straining toward her through the gap where he had opened his pants but hadn’t removed them yet. “Last time I checked.”

Talicia slipped around him, but she let his shaft brush against her side as she moved. “There were a lot of beautiful women in the club tonight. You could have had your pick of any of them. Every woman loves a musician.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Me cheating?”

She ground her teeth with regret. Never let a man think she was jealous or hurt over him. That was her motto, and she had stuck to it from as far back as high school. Her response to their stupidity had always been anger. Now here she was whimpering about Stefan and those women. This was what she got for falling in love.

“No, I don’t care what you do. You’re a free agent.”

He tugged her around at the edge of the bed and then lifted her onto it. She thought he’d toss her, but he placed her gently down and followed with his massive body. Her heart thundered at his delicious size and weight coming down on her. He tapped his knee against hers, and she spread her legs. Then he settled half on top of her and a good portion of his weight on the mattress.

“I’m not a free agent. I’m your husband.”

“It’s just an arrangement. Like I said, a piece of paper.”

“A serious piece of paper.”

She looked away. “Stefan, I’m not expecting anything from you.”

He leaned down and teased her lips for a kiss. She gave into him and then winced when his belt buckle rubbed a bit too hard against her belly. He sprung away like he’d been stung. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

Talicia shoved his hands off her stomach. “I’m fine. The buckle scraped a little.”

“Did it cut your skin?” He tried to look, but she smacked his hand.

“Just take it off.”

He stripped in seconds. Her mouth watered as she took him in, loving every sinew and plane. She had never asked him, but she assumed Stefan worked out. The tone of his body seemed so incongruent with his personality, but she liked it. Just as that woman had said earlier, she could eat him up. In fact, she’d done so plenty of times. Talicia agreed with Stefan that their attraction hadn’t lessened. If anything it burned hotter. Every time she saw him all she could think about was getting her hands on him. When he wasn’t in her bed, her body went unsatisfied.

The mattress sagged under Stefan’s weight, and Talicia rolled to face him. She brought her hands up to rest on his chest and nuzzled her lips against the base of his throat. He ran a hand along her arm and stopped at her elbow.

“Kiss me, Licia. I can’t get enough of your mouth.”

She raised her head and parted her lips. Stefan claimed them and stuck his tongue into her mouth. They moaned together as their tongues intertwined. A good ten minutes passed before he leaned back, and she struggled to catch her breath.

“In answer to your comment, there were a lot of women there. They don’t matter. I like putting smiles on people’s faces, male or female. It makes it more fun to know they’re having a good time. At the end of the night, I know where I want to be, and that’s here.”

He punctuated his words by raising one of her legs and thrusting forward. The tip of his cock sliced between her folds and eased inside. She was already wet and ready for him. Stefan knew her body like no man before him. His thick cock sank deeper, and a tremor shook her to her core.

She clung to his arms, whining in pleasure. Stefan’s dick was huge, and the first time he took her she thought he would kill her. She loved it because he stretched her walls and gave her such pleasure despite the pain.

Stefan had been funny too. He’d fallen on the floor, scared out of his mind. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he’d chanted, face red hot. “You’re so tiny. I hurt you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me.”

Talicia had sat up, staring at this white man that was so worried about how she felt. She’d grown hotter for him, aching to get him inside her pussy. “It’s okay. Come here. I want it.”

“No.” He looked so cute and embarrassed, trying to cover that massive tool he had lying between his legs. At first she began to think it was a ploy because he was turned off. Then she saw how it seemed to throb and was so tight. Stefan was sorry for hurting her, but as she leaned toward him he was looking from her breasts to her pussy and trying his best to calm down. “Maybe you should get dressed. We’ll um…”

“You’re not leaving this room before I come.” She had lain on her back and spread her legs. Running a finger over her clit, she’d played with herself and squirmed while moaning.

The big man had sprung up from the floor and landed above her, staring. “That’s not fair, Licia.”

“I want to come.” She pushed her fingers into her heat and pulled them out wet. He’d lost it then and had to finish what he’d started.

Tonight, when Stefan entered her, there was nothing but pleasure for both of them. He raised her legs high and climbed atop her. She knew being on top of her was his favorite position, but she liked to ride him just as much. Stefan was always gentle, but sometimes she liked it a tad bit rougher. She got that wildness when she took control. He was sweet enough to let her.

Stefan hiked her legs high enough that her ass rose off the bed. He leaned back so he could watch as his cock glided into her pussy and slid out. She whimpered his name and moaned, wiggling and arching to get all of him. Their bodies met and drew apart again. Even as Talicia’s orgasm began to build, she wanted a steeper incline that meant a harder crash.

“I want to get up,” she panted.

His eyes were shut, but he forced them open so he could keep staring at her naked body. “Not yet, honey.”

He pumped faster. She scratched at the sheets and shook her ass as much as she could. Air hissed between his teeth. Talicia pushed at his chest. “Stefan.”

He gave in and pulled his cock out of her. They switched positions, and she climbed atop him. He was so much bigger than her that her knees didn’t touch the mattress when she straddled his waist. She braced herself on his chest, arched, and brought her pussy down on the head of his cock. He sank to the hilt, and she cried out in pleasure.

“Easy, my love,” he whispered, but Talicia refused to take it slow. When she was on top, she ran things. Stefan could hold on for the ride.

Talicia leaned as far forward as she dared and braced herself on his chest. Then she came down fast on his cock, driving it deep into her pussy. Stefan’s fingers squeezed her hips to keep control of how far he sank. No matter how much she tried to make him pound her, he wouldn’t allow her to hurt herself. Still, she moved like lightning on his shaft, riding fast and grinding hard. Her orgasm skyrocketed, and her core muscles contracted until she had to clench her jaw not to scream her head off.

While they pumped together and she bounced, she rubbed her clit with her middle and ring finger, massaging it in a circle until she came again. Stefan called out her name, and she felt his hot seed burn up her insides. He went still, but she didn’t climb off him.

“There’s nothing’s like coming in you,” he said, watching her.

She melted. “I know.”

All doubts about her body fell away right after she came and he released in her. She didn’t know why it happened that way, but she always basked in it. While he stared at her, she played with her nipples and pinched them. He tried not to blink as she skimmed fingers down her belly to her bud. Stefan moved to an elbow to watch.

“Are you going to make yourself come again?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I love it when you come. Your expression is unbelievable.”

She smirked. “You like watching me.”

“Yes, do it for me, Licia.” He stroked her inner thigh. “Come on me.”

Inside her, his cock pulsed, and she believed she could feel it starting to swell already. He never stayed down long. His appetite for sex was huge, and it matched her own. That’s why when he showed up they spent an entire night in bed. No sleep, just sex.

“I don’t know if I can so soon. I’ve come twice already. That second one is always the easiest.”

“This isn’t work. It’s pleasure and fun. I know what you need.”

He grasped her around the waist and raised her off his cock. She groaned at losing it, but he laid her on her back and followed her down. “No, Stefan. You already came in me.”

“Yes,” he insisted. “I’m going to lick you right here until you come. Then I’ll do it again.” He tapped her clit, sending zings all over her body.

“R-r-right there?” she stuttered.

He licked it. “Yes, right here.”

Another lick, and she was gone. Just when she was at the edge of an orgasm, he crushed her into the bed and brought his big body down on top of her. His thick cock invaded her body, and he pumped into her. Both of them forgot themselves and the fact that they weren’t alone in the apartment. Talicia shouted his name, and Stefan encouraged her to come. The dizzying ecstasy lasted the rest of the night, and they didn’t stop until the sun rose over the horizon.

* * * *

Talicia left the room and Stefan sleeping in her bed to look in on Jerome. She’d forgotten to give him sheets and a spot to crash, but it looked like he knew the routine. He’d found the sheets and stretched his huge form over the couch in the third bedroom. She winced. At least the man should have pulled out the bed. He must have been uncomfortable all night.

In the kitchen, Tyjon played music and danced while frying bacon. Talicia rubbed at her temples. “It’s too early for that noise, Ty.”

He pursed his lips and tightened the belt on his lilac robe. “Excuse me, Miss Thing, but it is eleven o’clock, and I’m not the one that can’t handle my liquor.”

“No, but you’re the one that pushed me to drink. My head hurts.”

“It wouldn’t feel so bad if you’d gotten sleep instead of screaming down the walls having sex.”

Her teeth clacked together in her embarrassment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to be so loud.”

Her brother grinned. “Makes me jealous. Let me try him out.”

She snorted. “If you can seduce him, have at it.”

He pouted. “I tried once. He didn’t even get offended, just said he’s not like that but he hopes I’ll find someone special. Of all the nerve!”

Talicia burst out laughing. “You’re mad because he wasn’t grossed out?”

“I don’t know. I’m used to…well, not him. If he wasn’t using you, I might like him.”

“You
act
like you like him.”

“Nope, I refuse.” Tyjon raised his chin, and she shook her head, deciding she’d never understand him. He had his own logic, and sometimes it changed by the second. Everything in Tyjon’s world depended on his whims.

“I’m sorry you don’t like me, Ty.”

They both started, and Talicia whirled around to face the doorway. “Stefan, when did you wake up? He didn’t mean it like that. Tell him, Ty.”

Her brother stuttered and struggled with the burning bacon. Stefan moved past Talicia, tapping her gently on the ass as he did so and took the pan from Tyjon. He salvaged the bacon and added more to the pan.

“You know how to cook?” Tyjon mumbled.

“I do own a restaurant.”

“But you’re not one of the chefs.”

“Tyjon,” Talicia snapped.

His eyes widened. “What? He’s not.”

“Someone close to me is a chef,” Stefan explained, “and she taught us all a couple things. Watching her create is an experience. Just sit down and relax. I’ll take care of everything.”

“Do you, boyfriend,” Tyjon said and dropped into a chair to cross one leg over the other.

Talicia sat as well and watched Stefan move about the kitchen. He brought out various items from the refrigerator and set them on the counter. Once she had to pop up and move the toaster and the blender to another spot so he could have counter space. Their kitchen wasn’t but so big, and three people occupying it at once was a little much.