{WATTYS 2021/2022 SHORTLIST}{Editor's Pick} {Featured Story}
One girl. Two boys. An impossible choice.
Stella LaFever, a theatre student from California, can't wait to spend a summer in Newport, Rhode Island, with her best friend. She is in despera...
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Welcomeback, #TeamSpencer! In this chapter, I'll be retelling some ✨scenes✨ inside the pool house from Spencer's POV!
Chapter Song: What Would It Take, Anderson East
For a long time, I'd prided myself on my ability to fuck a girl and feel nothing.
Well, except for the obvious feelings, but nothing deeper than that.
For me, sex was a craft I could perfect, just like art. Applying the right pressure or changing perspective to gain a better result. Don't get me wrong, just because I wasn't in love with a girl didn't mean I didn't care about getting her off, too, because I did.
I valued honesty and wanted to discover how to be the best fuck a woman ever had. Collecting "oh my god's" and "you're the fucking best's" like trophies.
My father might call me a scoundrel, and my mother might say I was too picky, but their comments had never bothered me.
Not until tonight.
For the first time, I was finally with a girl I wanted more with.
The floor of my parent's pool house was slick with water, and our wet bathing suits were in a heap on the kitchen counter.
Stella was naked on the bed, watching as I rubbed a bead of precum around the crown of my dick. We'd been teasing each other for an hour, and I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this hard.
Maybe I had been too wild and too picky for good reason. While I'd met some beautiful and intelligent women over the years, none of them were Stella.
She didn't pity me—at all—despite knowing about Amelia's death. Nor did she fawn over me like other women did. She was imperfect and real and raw. Just like art was supposed to be.
And right now, she was a canvas I wanted to paint all over.
"I want you, Stella," I gritted out, pumping my hard length once and watching her eyes track my hand. "Every little piece of you."
I didn't just throw words like that around. I did want every piece of her.
I wanted her to trust me. No, I wanted her to trust that I could be good for her. That we could be good for each other.
Stella got on her knees and licked full lips. "Well, I'm all yours."
Damn. That was it. That was all I wanted. I wanted Stella to be mine, and I wanted to be hers.
Feelings I'd never experienced painted across my heart, and I knew this couldn't be a one-time thing. I had to prove to her that I was worth taking a chance on without scaring her.
