Chapter 105: No longer denial

"Let’s see how being denied feels..." Stella muttered to him.

She was still settling over his lap when Tom’s palms came up to cup her face.

His mouth caught hers open, and the contact turned deep almost at once.

She answered without hesitation, her lips parting under his, her tongue meeting him in a slow wet slide that pulled a low sound from his throat.

Tom tilted his head and kissed her harder, tasting her fully, one of his hands was already spreading over her ass while the other slid up her back and into her hair. Stella’s fingers tightened at his shoulders as she pressed closer, her breasts pressed tightly to his chest through the thin gown, the kiss growing messier with each second neither of them bothered to tame it.

When they finally broke for air, their mouths stayed close enough to share breath before he took hers again.

Tom’s hands moved with more intent after that.

He grabbed both cheeks through the gown and lingerie, cupping her hard enough to pull her tighter against his already hardening cock. Stella made another low sound into his mouth and shifted closer, her thighs bracketing his hips.

He squeezed again, slower, mapping the shape of her with his palms. Only when he had his fill of that did his hands rise to her breasts. He cupped them fully beneath the gown, his thumbs dragging over nipples that had already tightened. The gown offered almost no resistance.

He had been watching those dark shapes tempt him since she first walked out in that outfit, and now he handled them with the directness of a man acting on a decision already made.

By the time he was fully hard under her, the lounge seat was no longer enough.

Tom gripped her waist, shifted their weight, and turned them with one controlled movement. A second later he had her bent forward over the courtyard table, her palms catching the surface, the light gown shoved up over her hips. He dragged the lingerie aside, pulled his trousers and underwear down just far enough to free his cock, and stepped in behind her. There was no struggle in it, no awkward searching, he just lined himself against her soaked entrance and drove in hard, burying himself in one deep thrust that tore a loud, strained sound from Stella’s throat.

"Oh my God... Fuck!" The words left her mouth, ragged. Her fingers spread against the table at once.

He set a brutal pace from the first stroke, his hips snapping against her ass, one hand locked at her waist while the other pressed between her shoulder blades to keep her down.

Each thrust forced her forward a little over the table. The sound of it filled the quiet courtyard, bluntly.

Stella screamed... And It wasn’t an elegant cry. It was a full, open sound as he fucked her through the oversensitivity left from the failed dare and the rising pressure of being taken without gentleness.

Her arms trembled against the table. Every hard stroke dragged another broken noise out of her, the elegance of her earlier composure shattered under the force of how deeply he was using her.

"Hmmmm..." Tom breathed heavily as he kept going.

He watched the way her back arched, the way her thighs tensed, the way her cunt clenched tighter around him the closer she got. The rhythm stayed punishing, deep enough that each thrust seemed to knock the air from her lungs. Stella’s voice broke higher, then tighter, as she reached the unmistakable climb of a woman about to come hard.

The moment he felt her body lock toward release, he pulled out, fully.

"Fuck...no!" Stella winced at the sudden emptiness, a broken sound catching in her throat as the denied climax slammed into nothing. Her legs shook against the edge of the table. She stayed bent there for a second, panting, body stranded at the edge he had just stolen from her.

Tom’s voice came rough behind her. "No orgasm for you."

Stella turned her head enough to look back at him, her eyes glazed, her lips parted.

"You can come give me mine with your mouth." he said.

Her brows pulled together at once. A clear frown marked her face, showing that frustration, disbelief, and heat were tangled together. For a moment she only stared at him over her shoulder, as if measuring whether she would refuse out of pride.

Then she turned.

Stella dropped to her knees on the floor, shoved his trousers lower, and took him into her mouth with no further argument. The wetness of her tongue dragged a rough sound out of Tom at once.

She started to suck him deeply, wetly, one hand braced against his thigh while the other slid between her own legs. Her fingers pushed into her cunt without shame and she began working herself in rhythm with the movement of her mouth.

Tom’s hand found her hair, relaxing into it but then she had something mischievous up her sleeves.

When his cock swelled harder against her tongue and his breathing broke, Stella pulled off him completely and looked up. She left her mouth open intentionally, her fingers still buried in herself, and the expression on her face was pure mischief.

"Stella," Tom called out, his voice coming out quieter than he intended.

She did not care.

She left him like that, denied and straining, long enough to make the frustration burn. Only when his hips shifted forward in silent need did she take him back into her mouth, faster now, hungrier, matching the pace with the fingers thrusting into her own soaked cunt.

"Oh..." Tom gasped at the returned heat of her mouth and his control frayed openly.

"Stella!"

She only took him deeper.

The end hit hard. Tom came with a broken groan, spilling into her mouth as his hand tightened in her hair. Stella swallowed everything he pumped into her mouth, moaning at the same time, as her own climax was catching up under her fingers.

After a split second, her thighs tensed, her whole body shuddering through the release she had been refused minutes earlier with her mouth still on him while she came on her own hand.

For a moment afterward neither of them moved properly.

Tom stayed standing over her, his breath coming out roughly, while Stella rested her forehead briefly against his thigh. Her fingers were finally still between her legs and the earlier frown was gone and replaced by a flushed, wrecked satisfaction.

A small smile made its way onto her face as she knew how smoothly she had just turned denial into something she still managed to claim.