I Wasn't Horny Until He Touched Me3

Stella woke up frustrated... What's she going to do? If you missed the earlier parts, read them from my profile. And you can skip to the end of chapter 3 if you're in for the fun only. Either way, I'll see you in the comments ????

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The alleyway was dark. Not that dark though, just enough that Damien's features seemed extra grim.

His Red hair especially had a dark glow to it.

Announcing the splash of blood running along his knitted brows and down his square jaws. The splatter of blood on his chest. And the blood-stained white gooey stuff that drips off his fists.

No, that's definitely brain matter.

He said something, but I couldn't make it out.

He stepped closer to me, standing two heads above me with a broad chest and bulging biceps.

"What did you see, Stella?" Damien's voice vibrated through me, commanding ripples of unreasonable tingles layered with a thumping dread of death.

I tried to say something, to move or do something.

But my muscles weren't mine, my heart wasn't in the right spot.

And Damien didn't consider the pain or the pleasure when he grabbed my hair in one hand. Pressing me against the rigid wall of his abs and chest.

My scalp hurts.

His fingers around my waist are too strong.

And the tantalizing warmth of his tongue running up the length of my throat drowned the scent of violence, froze my joints, and turned my breaths shallow.

"What did you see?"

>>< RING...! ><<

I jump out of bed with a terrified yelp and a thundering heartbeat. The first thing I expected to see was Damien looking down on me. Not the screen door of my bathroom.

Which of course I forgot to close last night.

I didn't even remember to take a bath after...

Oh God, what have I done? Me and Jace... Jace and me...

This was all Damien's fault.

>>< RING...! ><< >>< beep.! ><<

My receiver... The stupid receiver that woke me up.

Sure my dream wasn't exactly ideal, but it was real enough for me. Hell, I can still feel Damien's tongue on my neck.

And that stupid receiver had to startle me out of my fantasy.

'Who the heck is calling me so early on my day off?' I thought to myself.

I dropped back to the bed with my boobs staring at the ceiling.

Last night was not my best.

Don't get me wrong, Jace is handsome.

He's got a steady, unsafe but steady, job. Drives a Dodge Charger and lives in an apartment his fellow detectives can't afford.

Though he is not as tall, cut, and broad as Damien. He's fit and his fussy brown hair is always fun to run fingers through. The only problem is that he is a cop. Nobody likes cops.

But forget that.

Damien and Jace have a... Well, they've got a bad history.

Their relationship is purely nemesis-based. Now imagine what Damien would do if he found out I fucked his nemesis.

Worse, what would Jace think of me when he eventually finds out I'm horny for Damien's touch?

>>< RING...! ><<

My receiver rang again and I groaned.

I honestly have no idea where I put my phone last night. Forget that, I still smell like Jace.

Okay, I'll say it properly.

I can feel Jace's dried-up cum on me - in me. Still, I can feel myself starting to get damp again as a flash of Damien fucking me while Jace watched...

"I need a very long bath," I sighed out loud.

Just then, I heard the beep of my receiver as whoever woke me finally decided to leave a message;

"Where'd you put your cell, bitch? I've called a million times already."

It's Charlie. She sounds hungover, but still, she sounds more refreshed than I feel. And sure enough, last night's party was a blast.

"... and you won't guess who came looking for you." Charlie continued.

"Big dick Joe, that's who. Damn, that hunk is fucking beast. If you had listened to me, you would've gotten your itch scratched by a proper dick instead of a fucking dildo."

"Anyway, I miss you already, I love you, and don't do anything stupid without me."

"Oh, and Jace was just here. Whatever he did, please forgive him? I can't deal with him, he's too fucking nice."

"Aight, bye girl. And I got something for you, wink. Haha!"

The receiver clicked at the end and yes, I regret not going to the party with Charlie too. I mean, it's not every day you meet a guy with a proper dick and good stamina.

Big dick Joe would have made me forget about Damien, just like that.

But here I am, staring at my bedside timer as it turns 11:15. And yes, I'm starting to feel giddy again

A groaning yawn escapes my lips, more like a pathetic call for more sleep. For a longer dream.

Eventually, I crawled out of bed and dragged myself out of the room, barefooted and butt-naked.

Mine is a studio apartment fashioned to look like a proper apartment.

The living room and kitchen have an open-scape layout with a cabinet demarcating them.

The seating arrangement consists of a long sofa directly facing the door and a TV console. Beside it, closest to the kitchen, is a green armchair with a pink throw pillow on it and a relaxing arc to its backrest.

Yes, it is my favorite chair of the set.

And yes, it's making me think about Damien.

I let out a sigh. Walking over to my receiver on the stool between the two single-settee couches directly facing the kitchen.

And sure enough, I have several missed calls and a couple of voicemails.

I click play and immediately turn back to the room. Unsurprisingly, Jace's message is the first on the receiver;

"Hy-Hey Stella, uhm, it's Jace. I er... Last night was great and err... I uh, I just... You weren't yourself and er... I-I get it if you think it was a mistake. But I'll still... I just want to talk. Call me?"

The receiver clicked just as I entered the room and went straight to the bathroom. I opened the tap to fill the bathtub with warm water. The noise of running water drowned Jace's voice on the receiver.

And feeling the water on my hand had me aching for an even longer bath.

But of course, I have to wait for the bath to fill up first. So I picked a towel to wrap around my chest before stepping back out to the sitting room just in time to hear Jace's ending phrase;

"... so please call me?"

I went straight to my fridge, looking for the best thing to wash away the fuzz in my loins as the receiver played the next message.

I eventually chose water.

And yes, it was a good choice. It even made Jace's repetitive messages sound less irritating.

The receiver clicked again as yet another message started;

"Hey Stella, it's uhh it's me again. Just wanted to say you don't have to worry about last night, it never happened, okay? So uhh, call me?"

>>< Click ><<

"Hey, me again. I know you hate having lots of messages and uhh... *Sighs* Please call me back. I promise not to come knocking until you're ready to talk, so..." He paused for a couple of seconds. And then his next words made my heart skip; I'm worried about you, Stella. Just call me, uhm?"

This is not the first time he has said he's worried about me. But he sounds... I don't know. Maybe I have been taking him for granted all these years just because I knew he was in love with me.

Another message started;

"Hey, uhm, I just got to the Precinct and I need to tell you this. I know you told the officer you didn't see anything, but... *Sighs* Just be careful. The victims were Silco's men, he might come looking for you so... Maybe stay with Charlie? You know, until we figure out who the culprit is. Oh and, I'm leading the case so... Bye."

Oh, great.

Silco calls himself the Kingpin of Compton.

And for as long as I can remember, his gang and the Bloodhounds have been in a bloody rivalry.

If Damien killed Silco's men then another gang war is brewing... And guess who has just dragged herself into the mix.

If only Charlie took the trash out like she's supposed to. I wouldn't be in this shit.

Even more still, Jace is going to become a dog with a bone if he gets any idea a Bloodhound gang member killed those men. And trust me, he probably already suspects Damien.

A sigh escaped my lips as I emptied the bottle and dragged myself back to the bathroom. Just in time to see it overflowing.

Instinctively, I race over to turn the tap off.

Forget that I feel dirty and especially slutty this morning/afternoon, I'm tired and aching all over.

After working Tuesday to Saturday, I'm fatigued.

I even had to take on a double shift for the last three days because fucking Tanya couldn't cope with Bryce anymore. She quit and I took the burn.

Okay, fine I'll say it properly.

While Cheesy Matt is a stressful workplace. It's not the reason Charlie and I always - always - wake up cranky and hung.

After the 9 pm closing hour, Charlie and I always find ourselves in a house party or nightclub that never stops until we're passed out drunk or filled with cum.

Honestly? It's a very tiring life.

Erotic, satisfying, and wildly pleasing. Still very tiring, but that has never stopped us from going at it again.

Even more honestly? I wouldn't live any other way.

And despite missing the party last night, I need a relaxing long bath.

I try not to mess with anybody, you know. And I'm naturally good at making friends. Hell, I have friends in Silco's gang just like in the Bloodhound and other minor gangs too.

But right now, even though I'm soaking and sighing in relaxation the smell of lavender and sweet almond oil caresses my senses.

I know my life can turn around before I know what's going on.

If Damien or his gang brothers don't decide to kill me for being a witness, my cravings for his touch will.

That is if Silco's men don't get to me first.

'Why has life had to suddenly turn cruel to me?'

Two hours of motionless soaking later, I am already feeling relaxed.

I had washed myself twice already... More like caressed every nook and cranny of my body, but you get the gist.

Anyway, there's something I keep thinking about.

Actually, I've been thinking about it for two days, but I never let it out of my subconscious.

Now that I have nothing to do, I can't help but wonder;

'Why did Damien kill those men?'

I know it's a dangerous question.

It's the kind of question that gets you killed in Compton. And it's already bad enough that I saw everything.

A sigh escapes my lips and I close my eyes, letting my mind drift away from the question.

Automatically, I reach for my boobs.

Squeezing it once... twice, and then again with a gentleness that contrasts the throb in my pussy.

Fondling them sensually, deliberately ignoring my nipples despite their rock-hard rigidity. Despite the sharp shock, they send down my spine every time my fingers brush over them.

I'm trying not to moan but then again, I can hardly breathe quietly.

Still ignoring my nipples, I trace sensual fingers to the base of my boobs, loving the torture of my slow tease. As I retrace back to my areolas with a sensual twirl.

My toes are curled and my thighs are pressed tightly together. As if it'd somehow be enough to quench the twitching ache in my pussy.

A soft moan escapes my lips when I finally pinched my nipples.

I bite my lips. Wishing it was Damien alternating between caressing my nipples to send jolts of pleasure straight to my brain, and mercilessly pinching them as a reward for holding my moans back.

I don't know why... Okay, I know exactly why I opened my eyes.

There's a vanity counter just over my head with my soap and other products on it. But that's not what I'm looking at.

I keep a thin three-inch-long vibrator on the counter and my breaths hitch with every squeeze of my nipples.

My back aches as if the vibrator would somehow turn into Damien's dick and ram into me without warning. I want to use the vibrator, but I don't want to stand up.

And I don't want my hands to stop.

Especially now that my right hand has chosen to go rogue.

It slides slowly down my abdomen, taking care to torture me with anticipation as my thighs throw themselves over the tub edges.

After the most frustrating self-torture I have ever inflicted on myself, I swallowed hard as I cup my pussy in my palm.

Fuck, if I wasn't underwater, my palm would be drowning right now.

I know I'm drowning already.

The way my spine shakes as I slide a finger over my clit. The consistent hitch and swallow I'm doing as I try not to moan when I press my lips together.

"Uhh, fuck..." I breathed slowly as I slipped two fingers into my well. My orgasm is already built up and I am done teasing myself.

I barely made the decision when my fingers took matters seriously, pumping in and out at a rapidly increasing pace.

"Ah, shhhhit..." My breaths quickly matched my pace and the water rolled around in respect. Splashing all over the floor as I fingered myself.

Not slowing, I pump in and out. Feeling my pussy gnaw at my fingers as I move as rapidly as I can.

I throw my head back as my eyes roll into my skull.

I know I'm pinching my nipple but my orgasm crawled through my bones, commanding me to pull and pinch my clitoris as my entire body went rigid. I felt the pressure as the first wave blasted out of me.

My breath came as a gasping moan as another wave and then another washed over me. Blessing me with a sweet release that made me go limp with a smile.

"Okay," I said with a soft chuckle, as I realized I just made myself squirt.

"That doesn't happen very often," I sighed. Swallowing a lump in my throat I settled deeper into the tub. Trying to convince myself that I'm satisfied and I don't need Damien again.

That I don't care for his touch again.

That I don't want to see if he is as buff and cut as I fantasized him to be. Whether or not he has six packs. What his nipples will feel like under my tongue. What his dick would taste...

Ahhh... Fuck you, Damien.

I literally just masturbated, how the fuck am I horny again? I just had a squirt, I should be good to go.

Or maybe I shouldn't have fingered myself?

Either way, I really need to do something about this.

Chapter 4. Right In The Mix

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This is where Stella got the full gist of what her life is about to become...

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Damien isn't here, but he is in my head... in my streams. And no matter what I do, my mind always ends up on him.

I let out a sigh;

"Pull yourself together, Stella," I said with a soft groan, closing my eyes and going underwater.

Sure enough, holding my breath only made me remember how Damien got his claws in me in the first place.

'I bet he could get me to squirt multiple times. Or maybe he would...'

"ARGH!" I yelled out in frustration as I jumped out of the tub.

"Fuck you, Damien," I grumbled, marching out of the bathroom with every intention to do something about my cravings for Damien.

"I'll let you know science is the master of sex. And I'm never going to think of your stupid assin' ass again."

I got a towel, dried off, and quickly selected a pair of skinny jeans, a purple bodyhug top, and black panties.

"Where the fuck did I put my phone?" I wondered out loud.

On cue, the phone dings from my basket of dirty clothes. I fished it out from the skirt I wore yesterday only to see a message from an unknown number:

- Trinity's Pub, 3345 E 1st Ave. Now... -

"The fuck is this," I thought out loud but then my eyes widened in realization. Damien.

Okay, fine. There's no reason for me to think that the text was from Damien. I mean, it could be Silco himself. Or some creep I don't even know.

But Damien is the only person my gut is pointing at.

'This could be it, Stella,' I thought to myself, as my mind split in two; one part was contemplating my options. While the other is encouraging me to stop thinking altogether.

My plan was to go to Alex down the street for drugs that could kill my hormones even if for a few hours. I know a drug like that might be illegal or need a Doctor's prescription.

Or maybe even deadly.

And that was why I was going to Alex in the first place.

But now, I have a better solution.

I could get everything I wanted... everything my body has been craving for two days now. I could get it if I followed through with the thoughts in my head.

"Or I could get myself murdered," I said out loud.

Okay, that wasn't convincing at all, was it?

My phone is already in my pocket. I'm already halfway down the stairs. So yeah, I had automatically made a decision even before I started contemplating my options.

I stepped out the front door at 96th Street and as if by design, I found a cab almost immediately.

"Hey, Stella!" I looked over the cab roof to see my neighbor waving at me as he closed the dumpster. Automatically, a pleasant smile spread across my face;

"Hi, Kevin," I waved back before getting in the cab. The driver started moving even before I told him where I was going.

"3345 East 1st Avenue. I don't know the spot, so can you drop me off at Trinity's pub?" The driver turned sharply to catch my eyes in the rearview mirror.

"You sure you want to go there, hon?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"Notin' just the Bloodhounds hang aroun' that part a lot. That's basically their base," He said, alternating between looking at me and the road.

I try not to take offense, he's just being nice. I guess.

So I turn away from him and look out the window;

"I know," I said simply.

Honestly? I didn't.

Yes, I have friends in the Bloodhound, but I don't go around looking for them. I try not to mess around, and I mean it.

At least, now I know that Trinity's pub is a Bloodhound base, then surely Damien sent that text.

'Wait, what if it was Ms Deet?'

The thought came with a prang of dread as different scenarios of what could happen played in my head.

Different outcomes of my obviously very stupid decision.

And different ways this could go very wrong on my part.

Everything played in my head just as fast as the scenery was whiffing past us. And the 'talkTIME' playing on the radio does nothing to switch my mind off. Still, I never tried convincing myself to turn around.

Anyway, the ride was just fifteen minutes and Trinity's pub looked pretty small to be a base for a gang the size of the Bloodhounds.

Sandwiched between a cobbler and a coffee shop, its red canopy stands out and the 'Trinity' sign quickly announces its presence.

The street looks... Well, pretty normal for a 2 pm afternoon and there's nothing to give off that Trinity's pub really is a gang base.

I take a deep breath and walk through the door.

The space is dark, lit only by a few yellow bulbs far back on the stage.

Tables are stacked up to one side except for a few disarranged ones. There's soft music playing in the background and I concentrate on it. Trying not to meet the six pairs of redheaded prying eyes seated around a poker table closest to the stage.

I can feel them following my every move as I walk over to the bar.

Yes, the pub is bigger than it looked outside.

And yes, I feel so out of place, especially since Trinity or whoever mans the bar isn't here to put a drink in front of me.

Eyes are on me.

I can feel all six pairs of them pricking at the back of my neck as goosebumps tickle over my skin.

I don't need to look around to know I'm the only blonde here... hell, I'm the only non-redheaded person. Just as I'm the only girl not dressed like a badass assassin from an action movie.

My fingers start drumming mindlessly on the bar counter, hoping someone will come to take my order fast.

Just then,

"Sup Blondie," The closeness of the voice startled me and I jumped in my seat.

I turn around to see a bald black guy in a biker jacket with a pink singlet underneath. He has three rings on his eyebrows and a red-dyed goatee.

He doesn't seem nice at all.

"You lost?" He said with hostility thick in his voice and I swallowed.

"Um, no..." I said, my usual pleasant smile failing to respond as my heart seemed to beat a lot heavier.

"I er... I'm not lost," I said softly.

"Whatcha doing here, then?"

"Yo Bliss!" A voice called from the poker table. Bliss and I turned at the same time,

"Leave her alone man, that's Stella," A newcomer said. I recognized him and my pleasant smile finally found its way back to my lips.

"Hey Jaz," I waved.

"Hey Stella," Jaz waved back with his own smile. Bliss growled, looking from Jaz to me and back again;

"You know her?"

"Yeah man, she's cool," Jaz said, already pulling out a seat to join the game. Bliss turned back to me with a snarl,

"Jaz says you cool, so we cool," He said, "better stay chill, Blondie."

"I look chill, don't I?" I said with a cute smile, my fingers gently cradling my chin, as I blinked playfully. Bliss smirked;

"Yeah, you look chill," He said with a scoffing chuckle, finally leaving me be.

"You just made Blissakky smile, that's got to be a record,"

I jumped at the new voice, turning around to see Trinity. Turns out She's been watching me and Bliss the whole time.

Anyway, she looks to be in her mid-forties with an apron draped over her neck and wet gloves lying on the counter beside her. She has a scar disguised as a tattoo on her left cheek and yes, she's redheaded too.

Oh, and she's eyeing me with suspicious boring eyes.

"You do look cute, though," Trinity said.

"I err, I'm just a people person," I said with a small smile but all Trinity did was hum in nonchalance.

"What can I get you?"

"Uhm, a bottle of beer, please."

Trinity hummed again and fished out a bottle from the fridge;

"I've never seen you around here before," She said, opening the beer for me.

"Pretty hot girl, no visible scars, mixes with the gang and drinks beer without being sad. That's not the kind I get around here," Trinity said, refusing to let go of the beer as she peered intensely at me.

"So I gotta ask, who are you, and whatcha doing in my pub? You a cop?"

I swallowed hard.

Trying to look unafraid isn't going to work, but how do I explain that I came here with the sole purpose of getting a chance to see Damien.

Okay, I'll say it properly, I came here for a chance to fuck Damien.

But Damien is nowhere in sight and it doesn't look like Jaz vouching for me would be enough to escape Trinity's intense glare.

"I asked her you. A question. Cutie."

"I'm... I'm not a cop," I said, looking everywhere but her eyes.

Trinity hummed, distrust plain in her eyes.

"But you're friends with one, ain't you?"

"I'm friends with everybody, I'm a people person. I told you that," I said, subconsciously trying to pull the bottle from Trinity's grip.

"Damn, you're so strong. Can I have my beer, please?"

Trinity snarled, she opened her mouth but it was a lyrical voice that sang behind me;

"Yes, you can,"

I turned around and the moment my eyes fell on the source of the voice, my heart stopped.

Her lashes are a golden pair with a black shadow highlighting her piercing blue eyes. Her shimmering red hair plaited back into two ponytails stood in contrast to her reputation.

It's Ms Deet.

This is my first time seeing her up close and it's just like they said;

She looks harmless, just another thirty-some-year-old gothic woman. But rumor has it that the dye she uses for her hair is made from the blood of her enemies.

The muscles on her, the abs, her boobs, even her biceps. It's all like a fantasy warrior lady. And her black singlet and leather pants make her look too sexy for a crime lord.

Ms Deet smiled down at me as Trinity finally let go of the bottle.

She placed a heavy hand on my shoulder as her ringed fingers pressed down on me with an even more surprising strength than Trinity's.

It hurts.

Like, is a woman even allowed to be so strong?

"Don't worry about the drink, it's on the house,"

"No, you're paying for that," Trinity said with folded arms and a frown.

Ms Deet smiled;

"Fine, I'll," Then she turned to me and her small smile quickly dropped into ice, "that's all you'll ever get from me."

I feel like she can see all my fantasies about her boyfriend. And it's increasingly starting to seem like she called me here to rip them out of me.

Oh, and I'm totally surrounded by two dozen redheaded Bloodhounds. So yeah, this was a bad idea.

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NEXT ON "I Wasn't Horny Until He Touched Me"

"... hey, no fair," I snapped with a frown, "I'm the one who needs special attention."

"Haha," He laughed, slipping out of Charlie and stepping in front of me, "There's plenty of me to go around girl."

I don't care if there is, I grabbed his dick in both hands and shoved my head down his shaft.

I can taste his precum and Charlie's juice mixed together on him and it's driving me crazier.

Charlie said something, but I don't care either.

All my attention is on sucking his dick. Bobbing my head in and out just as I'm stroking the part that I couldn't get in. Twirling my tongue at the base of his dick. And fuck I love it when he groans.

I didn't know what Charlie was up to and I didn't care. Not until I felt her crawl underneath me and immediately attacked my pussy.

"Uhh, fuck..." I looked down on her, trying to hold my moans as she devoured me.

My eyes rolled in and I had completely forgotten about the big dick in my hand. And then...

Chapter 5 incoming, gosh, I'm wet already. Lol... stay tuned ☺️