The Stella I Remember

39| Night On The Town

"Please tell me why we're here again? How did you talk me into this?" 

Stella thanked the vendor before turning back towards me with two hotdogs in her hand. "You're here because you love me and would do anything for me. And you haven't lived until you've had a hotdog from a vendor in Manhattan."

She was right—I would do anything for this woman.

"Well we can't have that now can we?" I took the hotdog from her and opened my mouth to take a bite. As requested, Stella put ketchup, mustard, and relish on it. I was actually surprised by how tasty it was. 

"Well? What do you think?" 

"Delicious," I replied as I reached for a napkin. 

"Really?" 

"Absolutely. Much better than the processed shit I usually buy at the grocery store." I glanced at her hotdog. "Although, you put sauerkraut on yours. That's a big no for me." 

Stella scoffed and took a big bite. "You're missing out. Big time." 

After our big talk in her apartment, Stella told me she wanted to show me Times Square before we go back home.

Home.

Fuck I still couldn't get over that. Considering what she was giving up here, I didn't mind indulging her with a little site-seeing. 

Of course I assumed site-seeing meant taking me to see the Empire State Building and Central Park. Not a random vender on a street corner. But hey, if it made my girl happy, I was all for it. And judging by the smile on her face, she was fucking happy. 

"You're beautiful, you know that?" 

Her eyes met mine and she licked the little bit of ketchup off of her lip. "Am I?" She stepped into my body, instantly making me hard and aching for her. Like always. "How beautiful am I too you, Elliot?" 

My voice was thick with lust for this petite dark-haired siren. "You know how beautiful." 

The tip of her pink tongue slipped between her soft lips, teasing me as she licked them. "Oh yeah?" She lowered her voice to a sultry whisper. "Beautiful enough to fuck me right here, right now?" 

I whimpered at her words—literally whimpered. "I'm pretty sure we'll get into a lot of trouble if I did that, Stella. Like jail time trouble." 

She rose on her tip-toes and placed a soft kiss against my lips. "Aren't I worth the risk?" 

Dropping my hotdog, I cupped her face in my hands. I licked inside her mouth, kissing her deep until she melted against me even more. "You are worth every risk."

With the risk of getting arrested forgotten, I grabbed her hand and led her to a nearby alley. Was this a bad idea? Probably. Was I most likely going to get arrested? Mhm. Was that going to stop me from burying myself inside of Stella's warm, wet body? Hell no. 

Once we were out of sight, I took possession on Stella's mouth again. That was my favorite thing—kissing her. Every time she kissed me I felt this surge of adrenaline. It was like the spell she had over me resonated in her supple lips. 

"I need you," she whispered in my ear, tugging on the lobe with her teeth. "Fuck me, Elliot. Right here." 

Thank god she was wearing a skirt. My hand slid up her thigh to the center of her body. 

"Fuck. You aren't wearing any panties," I growled against her lips. 

"Surprise," she breathed into my mouth when she kissed me again.