Warning: Smut!

Stolen 2

Stephanie struggled, pushing against Dickie's chest with both hands, but he was too strong. His mouth crushed hers, trying to force it open, his tongue assaulting. She tried to knee him, but he was too close, and her barefoot stomp on his instep probably hurt her more than him.

All of a sudden there came a loud crash from the living room.

Dickie jumped back, letting go of Stephanie. Tears of relief overflowing her eyes, she pushed past him and threw herself into Carlos's arms as he raced through the doorway. He caught her up, lifting her, and she wrapped her arms and legs around him, a sob escaping as she buried her face in his neck.

Carlos turned toward the door, but then stepped aside so Tank could enter. "Get rid of that piece of trash," he said to Tank, jerking his head at Dickie.

"You want I should throw him out the window?" Tank's grin was fearsome.

"I don't care. Just get him out of here."

Tank reached around and grabbed Dickie's collar, twisting and bunching it up at the back of his neck. Dickie's eyes got wider and wider until they were bugging out, and he clawed at his throat trying to relieve the pressure, his mouth opening and closing like a trout hooked and dying on the beach.

"Taking out the garbage," Tank said, frog-marching Dickie in front of him through the door and on out of the apartment.

"Carlos," Stephanie sobbed, clinging tight.

"It's okay, Babe," he answered, sitting down on the bed with her on his lap, her legs still wrapped around his waist. "You're okay now. Did he hurt you?"

Stephanie met his gaze with drenched eyes swimming crystal blue, ripping at Carlos's heart. She emitted one more choked sob as she tried to speak. The second time, her voice came out small and shaky. "I'm okay. I'll be okay. He just kissed me, forced it on me, but I couldn't get away. I was so scared."

Carlos stroked her back, one large hand massaging up and down, the other on her neck to bring her face back to his shoulder. "Shh, shh, don't cry. I've got you now."

After a moment Stephanie looked up, those wild blue eyes burning into him. She scrubbed her forearm back and forth across her mouth. "I need to get the feel of him off me. Kiss me, Carlos."

His eyes darkened, holding hers until their mouths met and her eyes fluttered shut. A jolt of heat lightninged into his gut as her mouth opened to his tongue. Her moan was so sweet he could taste it.

As the kiss whirled and spun her hands slid under his shirt, skimming up his back, tracing the muscles, then moving around his ribs to his abs, then up to his chest. Her slim fingers on his skin, those succulent lips surrendering to his, sent a fireball of lust that went straight to his loins. It took every iota of his hard-earned control to stop himself from tearing her clothes off and ramming himself into her until she screamed.

He couldn't hold back the groan as she slipped sideways and sank back onto her pillows, drawing him down with her hands twisted in his hair, never breaking that sense-stealing kiss. When she finally turned her mouth away it was to whisper, "Take off your shirt. I need your skin."

Carlos sat up and reached a hand behind his neck, pulling the shirt off and dropping it on the floor beside the bed. Watching, Stephanie squirmed and used both hands on the hem of her Crabster's t-shirt to pull it over her head, dropping it beside his.

The sight of her lying below him in her white shorts and black lace bra, her eyes dilated to indigo, was almost too much for Carlos to bear. He wanted to drink her translucent white skin, and he buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. With the shirt had gone the slight odor from the restaurant. Her flesh had the faint fruity scent of her mango shower gel, and his tongue traced its way around her throat and down.

When he reached the front hook of her bra he released it and lost himself in those beautiful soft breasts and petal pink nipples. The taste was honey and nectar, all he needed to sustain him.

Stephanie flung her arm over her mouth to muffle her scream when Carlos's mouth closed over her nipple. It wasn't the first time, but the nights on the porch had been frantic and fevered, all tongues and teeth and fumbling fingers. This was something new, this exposure, nothing between them, the light on so they could see what they'd been touching and tasting. She wanted to see him, all of him.

She shifted, pushing up with one hip until Carlos rolled to the side. "Take off your pants," she whispered, nimble fingers undoing the button of his black jeans, stroking the bulging hardness as she worked the zipper down.

"I will if you will," he murmured, rolling off the side of the bed and moving, his pants half undone, to close and lock the door. As he swung it shut, Tank walked back into the living room, and their eyes met and held for a fraction of a second before the closing door cut off the view. As Carlos turned back to Stephanie he heard the TV volume increase behind him.

Carlos kicked off his sneakers, shucked his pants and stood before Stephanie, an angel become mortal, the most glorious representation of manhood imaginable. She couldn't breathe, her lungs filled with him, her pulse throbbing, her whole being overcome with the desire to be his, all his, only his.

"Your turn, Babe." He knelt at the bottom of the bed, taking her bare feet into his hands and raising them to his lips, the pale pink polish on the toenails bringing those erect pink nipples punching into his mind.

Stephanie began to unbutton her shorts, but the moist heat of Carlos's breath on her ankle, his lips nibbling up her calf, his tongue laving her inner thigh sent her eyes rolling back in her head. Her body arched and her legs parted, offering herself to him. His clever fingers finished unfastening the shorts and his mouth followed the path as he pulled them down, ever so slowly, his mouth christening each inch of skin as it was revealed, all the way to the soft nest of dark curls, neatly trimmed.

A sound choked out as Carlos rose to his knees to strip the shorts and panties off down those long, slender legs. To have them wrapped around him as he buried himself deep… just the thought of it dragged a long groan from deep in his chest.

Shivers of pleasure rolled through Stephanie at his groan, and she spread her knees wide under his urging hands, watching his gaze move down her body. She should be embarrassed, she thought, but his dark impassioned eyes, his touch, the raw need for him aroused her beyond belief.

His mouth descending on her most intimate parts brought her to orgasm with a muffled cry, the unexpected flush of heat washing up to pinken her chest and cheeks. Carlos looked up at her from between her legs and thought it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. As he slipped a long finger inside her wetness she came again, right on the heels of the first, the tremors rocking them both.

He stilled to allow her a little recovery time, and she surprised him by reaching down and grabbing his hair, pulling him up next to her and rolling to face him. Throwing a leg over him, she wrapped around him and nudged until he swiveled and slid underneath her on the narrow bed.

"I need you, all of you," she rasped out, hoarse with lust, the craving for him beyond bearing. She rubbed herself up along his length until his head was at her entrance and then began to push down.

"Wait," he gasped, lifting her hips before she could impale herself. "Wait."

Shifting her to the side he reached down to snag his pants, his fingers clumsy with haste as he fumbled the wallet out of his pocket, the foil packet out of its compartment.

Stephanie snatched it from his hand, tearing it open with a quick, economical motion and rolling it over him. Pushing on his chest until he lay back again, she raised herself over him, poised.

"Slow and easy, Babe," he said, his hands on her hips holding her up. "I don't want to hurt you."

Stephanie rested her hands on his chest, her eyes locked with his, her fingers quivering with the hammering of his heart under them. Lowering herself, slow and careful, she gasped with pleasure as he stretched her wide, filled her completely. Carlos, she thought, his name pounding through her arteries, humming in her veins. He was all she wanted, all she needed. Her eyes closed and love for him ripped her apart. This was where she belonged.

TBC