I wasn't Horny until He Touched Me Ch. 02

Part 2 of "I Wasn't Horny Until He Touched Me." This is where Stella can't hold her hormones. If you missed how Damien got to her, read the first part (it is titled I Wasn't Horny Before He Touched Me)

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I was seventeen when I lost Mom to a drive-by. Then, I dropped out of high school and my life became a routine of work, alcohol, and sex. I love it that way though.

Cheesy Matt sees my daylight, and my nights are either at a house party or a nightclub. And there isn't a building in Compton I don't have a friend in.

Gangsters and Crime Lords, decent and crooked cops, drug dealers and pharmacists. Heck, I've bouncers, pimps, and vigilantes on my cell.

You name it.

I don't mess with people. But if you mess with me, there's a long queue of horny guys ready to fuck you up. Willing to do anything for a night with me.

But that never happens, at least not until last night.

They say being a witness is the fastest track to being dead in Compton. So, why am I not dead?

Okay, I'll say it properly.

Damien had me in his claws and I couldn't sleep. He had me so heated up and wet - heck I had an orgasm just cause he choked me.

He had me so horny that I begged him.

And all he did was touch me... I can still feel it, you know?

His firm hold on my neck, the prickle of the knife on my skin. Gosh, I can't stop thinking about it...

"STELLA...!"

Bryce's voice snapped me out of my daydream and I startled out of order.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" Bryce yelled, being the typical jerk that he is and Cheesy Matt manager.

But I can't seem to remember what I am supposed to be doing.

"Why is she...? Oh my God, why the fuck is she still standing there?" He said, exasperated. "Get your fucking ass. Out there. RIGHT NOW!"

Oh right.

It's lunch rush at Cheesy Matt and I am supposed to be waiting on ten tables. Not daydreaming about how Damian handled me like a real man.

Damnit, I shouldn't be thinking about that...

"STELLA!"

Bryce's voice snaps my attention back again and I realize I'm zoning off. I quickly pick up my tray from the counter, pace out of the kitchen, and move through the bristling restaurant floor to serve my tables.

As usual, most of them are filled with my wannabe boyfriends while the rest are just regular patrons.

And yes, none could help but check me out.

I'm petite, but I command attention.

If my swinging blonde ponytails, high cheekbones, and pout lips don't do the job, my swaying hips always do. I may be a 5ft 4" petite girl, but I have the figure to compliment.

Long legs with juicy thighs, and a tight waist that highlights my curvy hips. And a firm C-cup that never ceases to get attention. Especially on days like today when I'm wearing a thin strap low neckline singlet.

Okay fine, I love it when they drool on me. Particularly the guys dining with their girlfriends.

You can say I'm the 'make your girlfriend mad' kind of hot girl.

So why the hell didn't Damien drool over me? I am smoking hot. Hell, I was naked in front of him last night, and yet I was the one... Ah fuck, I really need a smoke.

The lunch rush lasted until 3:30 before everything died down to one customer, Old Jon. Fortunately for me, he's not sitting at my table.

"Hey girl," I turn to see Charlie carrying a tray of leftovers and dirty dishes to the kitchen.

"You going on your break already?"

"Yeah, Imma take a smoke out back. Want some?"

"I wish," She rolled her eyes, turning around to look at Old Jon tentatively poking at... He probably ordered lasagna again.

"If only I could shove the damn thing down his throat?" She said, eyeing the old man with hostility.

"You should just seduce him into swallowing the whole thing. After all, you're the sexy goddess, right?" I said with a mocking grin and Charlie tossed a half-eaten hotdog at me. I barely dodged it but her voice followed me out the back door,

"Fuck you, bitch!"

Honestly, though, I hate it when Old Jon orders lasagna. It's even worse when he just stares at the menu without ordering anything.

If he was sitting at my table, I would have stuck a fucking knife up his throat. Ahh damnit, now I'm thinking of Damien again.

I pop a cigarette in my mouth and light it up. Puffing clouds of smoke into the air as I cross the backyard of the restaurant. Subconsciously going to the back alley... The beginning of the frustrating tingles in my loins.

The Police have tapped off the area, but that's not why I'm staring at the dried blood stains on the wall.

And I'm not even thinking about the men Damien murdered.

... I like you, Stella. And I'd very much like to fuck your brains out...

"So why didn't you do that?" I mumbled under my breath as the phantom feel of Damien's fingers snaked up my thigh.

Sending electric sensations straight to my brain. And the frustrating itch in my pussy keeps getting worse as I imagined him pinning me against the wall and choking the air out of me.

If Ms Deet wasn't in the picture... Even if she is, maybe if I was a little bit less aroused and more resisting. Who knows, maybe he would have actually fucked my brains out.

I bit my lips to stop the moan that threatened me.

"Fuck you, Damien," I said with a soft whisper, balling my fingers into fists so I wouldn't do something stupid in public.

Damn, I didn't even notice when my cigarette slipped from my fingers.

I let out a calming breath but it isn't working, I'm still itching for... Ahh, fuck you, bastard.

"Stella?" The voice startled me.

The first thing that pops into my mind is Ms Deet herself coming to fuck me up for fantasizing about her boyfriend.

But it's just Jace.

"Are you okay?" Jace said with a deep frown, looking at me from head to toe and then again. "You seem different, Stella, are you sure you should be working today?"

I let out a sigh.

Jace is... Well, he's the reigning most dashing homicide detective in Brooklyn PD. And he's head over heels for me. Okay, let me say it properly.

He seems to think I'm wasting my life being a waitress and spending my free time in a bar or with a dick in my pussy - preferably Damien's... Ahh, fuck you, Damien.

Just get the fuck out of my veins, you redheaded hunk.

"Stella?" Jace said again, and it's as if his words transformed my frustration into anger.

"You," I said, getting into his face.

"Where the fuck were you last night, Jace?" I snapped.

And Jace just stared at me with a raised brow as if I was the one being crazy. As if he's not the one that was nowhere to be found last night.

"Do you even have any idea what happened last night?" I asked.

"Of course I do, but I was out of town, I just..."

"Let me guess," I cut him off, "another dead guy in the woods? Or maybe it's a dead hooker this time?"

"Stella, why are you so mad? What did I do?" Jace said softly, looking absolutely confused.

I open my mouth to say something, but seriously, why am I mad at him?

Yes, I would have preferred if he was the one that responded to last night's case. But it's not like it would have made any difference.

I still wouldn't have said anything about Damien. But at least, he would have insisted on spending the night on my couch.

Maybe then, Damien wouldn't have gotten his claws so deep into my brain.

"Stella, I..."

"Save it, Jace," I snapped, marching past him and towards the restaurant, "I don't want to see your stupid face."

"Hey," Jace called, running after me like I was a criminal getting away. He caught up in no time and grabbed my wrists.

"I am sorry, okay? Whatever it is I did, I'm sorry," He said, and trust me, he looked like a crybaby. It almost got me smiling.

But my mind immediately compared Jace with Damien... And I really want to know what Damien would do to me in this situation.

I let out a sigh and wiggled out of Jace's hold,

"My break is over, I need to go," I said with a soft voice that probably sounded like 'I want a divorce' to Jace.

Lol, no, we're not married.

And heck no, I wouldn't even kiss a cop much less date one. If I wasn't a people person, I'd never be friends with a cop - crooked or decent. But like I said, I have friends everywhere.

Oh and yes, I'm very single and so not searching.

I prefer the surprise of hunting for a one-night stand. Honestly, you never know what kinda bastard you'd meet.

Anyway, you can count today as the worst day of my life.

From the moment I left Jace feeling like I would never talk to him again, to the moment I climbed the stairs to my apartment. Everything just reminded me of Damien.

And yes, every memory of Damien - even the ones I have had before last night - aroused me.

But it's not the regular kind of arousal that can get scratched off with some random dude. No, I want Damien, only Damien.

Charlie noticed my arousal. Gosh, I hope she's the only one that did.

Anyway her solution is the usual, house party or nightclub. And for once, I want a very specific dick...

Damn you, bastard. Damn you.

I open my door and my eyes go straight to my favorite couch, hoping Damien is waiting for me again. He isn't.

Just like last night, I left the lights off, peeled my clothes off, and went straight to the bathroom. I guess I'm hoping Damien will show up if I did everything exactly like last night.

I opened the shower, soaped myself, and used a foam instead of a sponge just like last night.

And then, I heard a knock.

Or maybe not.

I turned the shower off and listened, and sure enough, the knock came again.

'Shit, is that Damien?' I thought with a sudden prang of dread followed by a swirl of tingles in my pussy.

I turned the shower back on and quickly rinsed the soap off my body.

With a short towel wrapped around my chest, a trail of dripping water following my hastened steps, and a thundering heartbeat. I rushed to the door, but then I hesitated.

Damien is... Well, we are not exactly friends. But he never passes me by on the street without saying a charming 'hi'. Neither has he ever been in the zone of people I'd remotely consider for sex.

Last night, I saw a part of him I never imagined. It terrified me and fuck it's got me wet. All because he touched me.

So here, waiting to hear his knock again before I open the door.

Anyway, the knock never came.

I waited another two minutes, but still nothing. My breath came as a sigh and my head hit the door in resignation;

"Fuck you, Damien," I cursed softly. But then,

"Stella?"

"Jace?" I snapped my head up with a frown. All along it's just fucking Jace and I was so excited that I can feel my pussy drowning.

But it's just Jace.

"Stella, are you there?" Jace said, "Charlie said you came home, but I didn't think she was being honest. Are you okay?"

'Charlie. Fucking Charlie.'

I let out a sigh and turn my back on the door, trying to drown out the itch I'm suffering.

"Stella, come on." He said, knocking the door softly.

"Go away, Jace," I said.

"At least tell me what I did wrong. Why are you mad at me?" Jace said, "I'll do anything, just let me in."

I open my mouth to snap at him, but no word comes out. Sure, Jace is a cop and all. But, Damien specifically said;

"... go fuck some other guy... I might come back to finger you..."

My mind is not mine anymore. And the gentle knock on the door feels like a gateway to orgasm... A gateway to make Damien come back.

Fuck it.

I turn around and yank the door open.

"Oh Stella, I..."

Before Jace could say anything, I pulled him by the collar. Dragging him inside without care for his footing or how he managed to close the door.

He fumbles and stumbles. Catching himself multiple times as I drag him all the way to the sofa. He didn't get to figure out what was going on when I jumped on him, my hands going straight to his belt.

Oh and yes, he is already hard.

"Ste-Stella, wait..." He grabbed my wrists, looking at me with a mix of worry and confusion. But I didn't let go of his belt,

"Wha-what's going on with you? You... you seem different, what's going on?" He said with heightened breaths and a slight knit in his brows.

It vexes me,

"Do you want to talk or do you want to fuck?"

Jace blinked twice.

I almost thought he'd choose to talk cause... I can't talk, I don't want to talk. And thank God he leaned into my lips.

He didn't hesitate to kiss me, suckling my lips with a gentle tug. But that's not what I want.

I push him away roughly and smack him with all the strength in my arms. He looks up at me in confusion. Blinking and holding his cheek;

"You mad?" I asked and he just blinked as if he was rebooting. I smacked him again on the other cheek,

"How about now!?" I snapped and Jace nodded,

"Yh-yeah,"

"Good."

I crash into him and capture his lips with an intense suckling that doesn't quite satisfy me.

Even as I'm plastered on his chest, fumbling with his belt in haste. With his dick teasing me with a promise of ecstasy. And my pussy twitching in hunger;

Jace isn't nibbling on my lips at my pace.

He isn't holding my waist like he should be, and when he finally grabbed my ass... Gosh, he's too gentle.

I pulled away from him with a frown,

"What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" I scoffed, getting off of him. "Get up, Jace."

I dragged him up with me and started towards the bed. Jace figures it out fast and thank God he is finally getting up to my speed.

He peeled off his shirt and kicked his pants away before we got to the bedroom.

He grabbed my waist from behind and tossed my towel to... I don't really care about that.

Jace is sending sharp tingles down my spine as he kissed my neck with his dick wetting the small of my back with precum

His hand goes to my pussy as we fumble in our steps.

"You're wet," Jace said with a heavy moan.

"Uh..." I swallowed, gyrating my hips at the speed I want Jace to rub my pussy. I even grabbed his dick behind me and started pumping as fast as I could. Hoping he'd get as crazy as me.

Hoping he'd fuck my brains out.

But he isn't.

Jace is a sweetheart, yes, but I don't want a fucking sweetheart. And if smacking him isn't enough, getting him naked with his dick on my ass isn't enough. Then I bent over the edge of my bed.

I want him to ram straight into...

"Uhhh, fuck," I moaned as Jace ran his tongue through the length of my clit. His breath teased my skin and the way he ran his hands up and down my inner thighs... It's not what I want.

It was too much tease for my already intoxicated pussy, but it made me bite my lips in pleasure.

Okay, this is good.

I close my eyes as Jace tastes me again. Sucking and licking all the sensitive spots in my pussy, penetrating me with the warm softness that sends shivers up to my brain and precum flowing out of me.

Jace didn't let it go.

Yes, I love the sensations his tongue does to me. And yes, my breaths are coming as moans.

But I don't want him to lick the juice off my pussy, I want him to eat me.

I don't want his fingers teasing my mound, I want him violating my clitoris and driving me crazy.

I don't want a fucking sweetheart.

"Fuck it, stop!" I snapped at him and Jace jerked away. But before he gets all 'mommy' on me and starts asking me questions I don't want to answer.

"Ride me now," I said softly.

Jace obeyed too quickly.

And unlike I would have wanted, he slipped into me with too much sensual ease. Scratching my itchy pussy walls and electrifying my nerves, just as it is frustrating me even more.

He pulls back and eases all the way into me again as if giving me a chance to adjust to his thickness.

He isn't that thick... he isn't even that long.

Jace pulls out again, even slower this time and I groan in frustration;

"I don't want sex, Jace. I want to get fucked," I snapped at him, and thank God that actually worked.

He lunged into me and a gasp of pleasure escaped my lips. I arched my back, inviting him to go deeper. But his pace had barely increased.

"Faster, Jace," I said. Again, he lunges into me, pulls out carefully, and then lunges into me again.

"Faster, Jace," I said, thinking he didn't hear me the first time. But his pace barely increased.

I want him to grab my hips, I want him to slam so deep into me that I'd feel his dick in my womb. I want his balls slapping my balls with every thrust. I want my boobs flying around... heck, I want to scream.

"Fuck you, Jace. Get off me!" I snapped.

Jace felt my anger. He didn't waste time to do as told but I'm too horny... Too on edge... Too fucking wet to kick his ass out of my apartment. All I want is a good fucking, and I don't need his help getting it.

I grab his dick, deliberately hurting him with my fingernails as I direct him to sit on the bed.

"Stella, I'm..."

"Shut the fuck up," I snapped, climbing atop him and pushing to lie on his back.

I didn't wait to tease him, I don't care.

I grabbed his dick, centered it to my core, and let myself drop on him. It felt good... I leaned back and braced myself on his knees. Rising all the way to the tip and slamming down on him as fast as I can.

Jace groaned in pleasure but I don't care about him.

I didn't relent and I didn't slow.

I rise and slam down, hard and fast. Clenching my lips until I can feel the bumps and swell of his dick. Going up and slamming down as fast and hard as my burning thighs can let me.

My breaths are seized and I didn't even notice. My eyes are in my skull and all I see is pleasure as my boobs giggled around in respect to my bouncing.

Jace is not a big guy, in physique and in dick. But he is just another average dick, and honestly, he is slipping in and out too easily.

That's probably cause I'm far from being satisfied even though I can already feel an orgasm building up in me.

I stop just enough to catch two or maybe one breath as I rearrange myself on his dick. With my hands on his chest and my hips poised to twerk. I roll my hips slowly at first, building up to my maximum in five - maybe less - seconds.

Grinding with clenched walls that burn with an electric charge. Dragging my hips up and down his shaft at an angle that allows his lower abdomen to stimulate my mound.

I clenched my lips even harder and Jace groaned in approval. Finally getting the sense that his hands should be doing something he grabbed my waist.

My moans are not for him, if anything the orgasm that I'm holding is not going to be satisfactory.

I don't care if Jace is enjoying the view or loving the rotation of my hips. I want him to grab my boobs and squeeze them as I twerk and grind on him.

I just want to get the most out of this moment even if it's not good enough.

So I brace myself on his stomach, partly to hurt Jace but mostly to gain enough leverage to move even faster.

My eyes quickly rolled to the back of my head and my hips rocked with such speed and force that the bed squeaked in respect. Jace's groan got intense and I clenched my lips even tighter.

It aches, my back aches, my thigh burns, but it's good.

Unrelenting, I keep going. Fucking myself closer to the edge as I bite down on my lips to remind myself to go faster.

"Ahhh Fuck," Jace groaned and just as soon, he blasted a load of hot semen into me.

His dick convulsed and twitched inside me with the burning sensation of another shot hitting my womb. I can't hold it anymore.

I groaned as my own orgasm hit and a wave of unsatisfactory release curled through my bones. I collapse into Jace, just as he shoots his final thread into me.

'I hope that's good enough for you, Damien.' I thought to myself, 'You better come fuck me properly.'

Jace's arms wrap around me, quickly bringing me back to the here and now. Gosh, I can't believe I just fucked a cop.

I shift out of his hold and crawl away from him, mindless of his cum flowing out of my pussy.

My pussy still aches for more... I still ache for more. But there's no way in hell I've got a second round with Jace.

I curl under my covers and close my eyes. Sure enough, Jace crawled up behind me. As soon as he tried to snuggle into me;

"Goodnight, Jace," I said coldly, "lock the door on your way out. You can take the key with you, you've always wanted it anyway."

"Jesus, Stella, you're not being yourself," He said, "what's wrong with...?"

"Jace," I cut him off with a sigh, "please just go. I'll call you tomorrow."

I didn't open my eyes. I tried not to listen to his shuffling around with his clothes and the clock of the locks. Okay, let me say it properly,

I am counting the seconds until Damien will show up like he promised.

Sure, the door is locked and I live on the third floor. But that wasn't a problem for him last night, it shouldn't be a problem tonight, right?

But then I realized how stupid I have been.

Of course, he doesn't know I just had sex with another man. And he probably doesn't even care if I did. I have known Damien since middle school and like I said, we aren't exactly friends.

Heck, last night was the longest conversation we've ever had.

What's to say his gang leader which also happens to be his girlfriend won't order him to kill me?

I witnessed a triple homicide and if I know anything about witnesses in Compton, they never live long enough to tell tales.

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Stella is just fully realizing she shouldn't be thinking about sex. And trust me, she can't stop now. Not with what Damien will do to her when he comes back.

She just needs to be mindful of Ms Deet...

NEXT ON "I Wasn't Horny Until He Touched Me. 3. Fingers for me"

"Huh, you must be Stella," I turn around at the soft lyrical voice. But the moment my eyes fell the source of the voice, my heart stopped.

Her eye lashes are golden with a black eyeshadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes. Her shimmering red hair plaited back into two ponytails.

It's just like they said.

She looks very harmless, just like another gothic woman. But rumor has it that the dye she used for her hair was made from the blood of her rivals.

She put a ringed hand on my shoulder and the strength in her fingers feel like a thousand tungsten. And when she spoke again, I just knew that she can see all my fantasies about her boyfriend.

"You are not a part of my gang," She said and her small smile quickly dropped into ice,

"But betrayal is betrayal."