I turned the corner and gasped as I saw Stephan walking towards me with a huge smile on his face. My heart flipped as he looked me over and I could feel my legs shaking as I stared at him. What was going on?
“Lola,” he said, his blue eyes piercing into mine as he stopped in front of me and touched my cheek.
“Stephan, what are you doing here?” I asked in shock and then frowned. He gave me a small smile and opened the door to my left.
“Come,” he said and walked into the room. I followed behind him in a daze, not even understanding what I was doing.
“You shouldn’t be here,” I said breathlessly as I stood in front of Stephan in the small room. He closed the door behind me and locked it. My heart started racing and I looked away in fear. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said again, looking at him in shock. Why was he here? And why had I come in here with him?
“Why not?” He cocked his head to the side and studied my face. “You’re so beautiful, Lola Franklin, my American princess.”
“I’m not your American princess,” I said, feeling confused at the joy his words had brought to me.
“You could be,” he said and he stepped towards me again. “Wouldn’t you like to be with a man that knows in his heart and soul that you are all he needs? Don’t you want that, Lola?”
“You don’t care about me. This is just a game to you,” I said, frowning. “You don’t even know me.”
“I know all I need to know,” he said gently. “I knew all I needed to know the first time I saw you. It was a game to Casper and to Xavier, Lola,” he said, his voice intense. “But to me… to me, it is anything but a game.”
“I don’t know what you want,” I said and took a step back. “Please just let me go.”
“You know the one thing I regret from that night,” Stephan said, his voice husky as he stepped closer to me and changed the subject. I shook my head and took another step back. “You know the one thing I would change.”
I shook my head again without speaking and his eyes narrowed as he grabbed me around the waist and pulled me towards him.
“Ask me, Lola. Ask me the one thing I wish I could have changed.” His face was right next to mine now and he looked directly into my eyes. “Ask me.” His voice was urgent and I swallowed hard.
“What?” I squeaked out, my heart racing as my skin burned at being so close to him. “What’s the one thing you would have changed?”
“I wish it had been my cock that would have brought you to orgasm.” He groaned against my ear as he pulled me into him harder. I could feel his erection against my stomach as he ground himself into me. “I wish it had been my cock instead of the feather.”
“You couldn’t have entered me.” I swallowed hard. “It was against the rules of the round. You couldn’t have entered me.”
“I know,” he said and he pulled back, muttering against my lips as he continued to hold me against him. “It would have been against the rules, but I would have entered you anyway; swiftly, deeply and all-consuming. I would have entered you and pulled out so fast that you would have almost imagined that it had never happened, except for the feeling inside of you that would have been begging me to enter you again.”
“You would have been disqualified,” I said, my voice wobbly, and conveniently forgetting that I’d had my panties on. Even if he had wanted to accidently slip inside of me, he wouldn’t have been able to.
“I wouldn’t have cared,” he said. “I wouldn’t have cared if I’d been disqualified or if I’d lost my crown. Not if that one moment could have changed the future. For I know, dear Lola, that once my cock was inside of you—once you felt my power, our connection, how perfectly I would have fit inside of you—you wouldn’t have cared either. You wouldn’t have given Xavier another thought. You would have known that I was the perfect match for you. The perfect fit. I brought you to orgasm with a feather and a knuckle. I had you moaning on the bed, spreading your legs, parting your lips, your head was feverish. All for me, Lola. All for me and my touch. If I had been inside of you, for even one second, it would have all been over. You would have been mine. Possessed. Taken. Captivated. All mine.” He groaned and pressed his lips against mine softly. For a second we just stood there. For a second all I could feel was his hardness against me. All I could see was the desire in his eyes. All I could hear was his deep breathing and then mine as I stood there, my lips soft and parted against him.
“Let me fuck you, Lola. Let me take you. Give me a chance to show you that I’m the man for you.” His need was guttural and the response in my belly was swift.
“I love Xavier,” I said, my heart rate slowing as I pushed him away from me. I gazed up into his aqua-blue eyes and blinked. “I love Xavier,” I said again, stronger this time, my voice loud and clear. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Don’t fight me, Lola. Don’t fight us. This is what you want. You know that in your heart of hearts. You know that in-between your legs. You know that by the wetness in your panties and the tightness in your nipples. You know your stomach is curling in anticipation, wanting to know what it would be like to be fucked by me. You know you want this. You know you’ve thought about me. Most likely every night. Every night Xavier enters you, you’re secretly wishing it were me. Every time he touches you, you’re…” His voice trailed off as he realized that I wasn’t looking at him or even paying him any attention. “Lola,” he said and he looked at me. “What are you thinking?” This time his voice was unsure and I looked at him pityingly as I realized how wrong he was.