Sculptor: A Steamy Romance (3 page)

I know I shouldn’t feel bad he didn’t know—that I don’t owe him anything considering the way things went down—but I can’t stop the remorse filling me.

I’ve disappointed him, or even worse, hurt his feelings, and the thought of that is killing me.

I don’t want Derek Carter thinking poorly of me!

“Uh, I’ll make myself scarce,” Celeste says, her eyes darting between mine and Derek’s before settling on my face with a pointed look.

She stares at me until I confirm she’s fine to leave with a slight nod of my head.

What a friend—if the vibe had been different, she would have been squaring up to fight, but she knows there’s some sort of history here that needs to be hashed out.

She probably assumes he’s some guy I dated and never told her about, a guy who is now unpleasantly surprised by my obvious impending nuptials.

I guess that’s not too far off.

“I’ll meet you at the gelato place in about ten minutes,” I tell her, impressed by how calm I sound while inwardly preparing for a storm.

I
don’t remember
the last time my emotions jerked me around like this.

Actually, I do—just earlier today when the goddess first walked into my life, and the rage filling me that someone dared trespass my studio quickly dissolved into all-consuming lust.

When the goddess left me in my studio, spent, it took a moment to sink in what had just happened—like I’d gotten sideswiped by a bike going at full speed.

She zapped me momentarily, but my energy returned with a vengeance and suddenly, ideas kept coming and I was sketching out all sorts of concepts based on her tantalizing form.

Beyond the initial sculpture idea that flashed in my mind when I first laid eyes on her, I started envisioning so many ways I could transform her likeness—even considering painting her, though I haven’t picked up brushes in a while.

I was inspired in a way I hadn’t felt since discovering my identity as an artist, bubbling over with possibilities—and not just for art.

My life has been fairly tranquil the past few years—with the money I saved up, I was able to buy a place, and eventually a studio, entertain a revolving door of women, and I’ve been fine with that, but I suddenly found myself wanting so much more, and the goddess holds the key to my ultimate happiness.

So much for not getting distracted by some tail.

With the pressure on to complete two projects in a short span, my focus was smashed, and I couldn’t even look at the contents of the package she left.

I thought taking a short break to pick up paint supplies in case inspiration struck me unexpectedly would help get me back on track, but now here I am, faced with the goddess again.

I haven’t had a single person disrupt my life so much since I left the military!

I’m back to being pissed at this betrayal, yet I still want to shove her up against the nearest wall and take her.

She sure brings out the extremes in me because I was happy as fuck—practically whistling as I strolled up—until I spotted that piece of jewelry.

Her engagement ring nearly deranges me, and I’m hoping she’s just wearing it to ward off losers coming on to her, but who am I fooling? A ring like that? As I suspected at first, Goddess is the trophy of some sugar daddy, a guy with hefty means.

She hid that sparkling diamond from me to get what she wanted from me and now I’m losing it.

How can she be taken when she’s mine?

I knew a girl like her probably wouldn’t be into me for anything long term, but here I am, inspired to buy some paints—something I haven’t done in years—all because of the goddess and she turns out to be common after all.

I grab her hand and lead her to a storefront under renovation, slipping through the construction and breaking into the abandoned store space.

I lead her to a back room in case someone else has the same idea, and trap us in a space barely big enough for both of us—what might have been a changing room.

“Does that mean what I think it means?” I ask her, shooting a disgusted glance down at her ring.

She nods.

So she really is taken? Where the fuck was that ring earlier?
And who the hell is she tied to?

Does he eat her till she comes as hard as she did when I had my lips on her cunt?

“Well, I didn’t know I was eating out a taken woman. Color me confused—I’m pretty sure that wasn’t there earlier, and you didn’t say anything about a husband…”

“Fiancé.”

“
Fiancé
. He doesn’t mind you sleeping around, then?”

Does he have a pencil-sized dick so that her pussy clamps down on my finger like it’s the biggest thing that’s ever been up that sweet, warm passage of hers?

Does he take advantage of the fact that he has a goddess sleeping next to him at night?

Why am I even calling her a goddess anyway when she’s just like all the others after all?

She wants to give it up like that, I might as well get my fill.

I press her against me, making sure to grind my hard cock against her.

Her breath catches.

“You want it right now, don’t you, you filthy slut…”

The need is all over her face.

Her delicious mouth is hanging slightly open and she has already closed her eyes.

“You don’t understand…” she whispers.

“What? That you seduced me, knowing full well you had other…commitments? That you distracted me for one purpose only—to get me to do your bidding? Well, your plan worked like a charm. How about you pay up on the first half of my commission? I’ve decided the price, and I can take it right now.”

Her pretty peepers pop open.

“You can’t be serious,” she says.

I start loosening my jeans, looking straight into her stormy eyes as I do so, and my cock is out in no time, thick and ready to sink into her.

She glances down at it then starts struggling against me.

“Oh! You want to play that game, do you?” I ask with a grin.

“Please…” she says weakly.

“Please, what? Finish where we left off earlier? I’m happy to oblige, goddess.”

My hands start making their way up her smooth thighs and my cock throbs more in anticipation.

So close…

“I see someone’s had a change of clothing,” I say thickly, desire almost in complete control now. “And here you are with a skirt again. Then again, the way you operate, easy access is always needed, am I right?”

My hand reaches her new set of panties and with one rip, they’re off and in tatters.

She shoots me a dirty look and I respond with an even wider smile.

“You’re in luck, goddess—we’re at a shopping center. You can pick up a new pair.”

“Derek…”

Derek? How does she know my name? I don’t think I ever introduced myself to her.

I can’t press her about that, though—the pressing need in my cock is greater.

“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready for me,” I say as I graze her clit with a finger, making her shiver.

Christ, she’s slick, and I just know she’s warm and ready for me, but I want to draw this out a bit, despite the demands of my throbbing cock.

I want to savor what’s possibly my only chance to be with her before she marries her sugar daddy.

She leans her head back, letting out mind-scrambling feminine sounds as I tease her cunt, sliding the pad of my thumb over her wet folds and making her jump.

“Goddess, does he make you come?”

I really want to know, despite the thought of her being with him making me see red.

“When’s the wedding?” I ask as I slip a finger inside her.

I start sliding it in and out of her while continuing to play with the petals of her pussy.

I’m slowly losing what’s left of my control, and I hope she’s ready to get fucked hard.

I’ll just lift her up, keeping her back up against the wall, then wrap her shapely legs around me and plunge into her soaked cunt.

“Do you love him?” I ask, moving the finger inside her faster.

“No,” she can barely get out, and I can tell she’s not too far from the edge.

But I need to satisfy my lust for her, and I’d prefer it if she came all over my dick instead of my finger.

I lift her up to position her and her eyes fly open.

I aim the engorged head of my cock at her slit and start rubbing it against her drenched pussy, teasing her lips.

“Do you want my cock in you?” I ask as I massage her wet hole.

It’s obvious the answer is yes—she’s having a hard time speaking, her hands gripping my shoulders.

I keep sliding my tip up and down her slick lips, threatening to nudge my cock inside her, and I can tell it’s making her want to come.

But I want her to beg me for it.

“No, please don’t,” she manages to squeeze out instead.

I let out a quick breath, pausing my movements.

“That’s not what I want to hear, goddess—that complicates things. Do you have any idea how bad I want to fuck you right now?”

“But you can’t!” she says. “I can’t…”

“Why not, goddess? Isn’t this how you operate? You got yourself quite a deal—I make you a Dagor special for one good fuck…”

“But I’m a virgin!”

Talk about a record-scratch moment.

I have to squeeze my cock a bit to take back some control as I try to process her words.

Is she using it like some form of expression? Does she mean she’s a virgin to being taken in empty storefronts? Against a wall?

“I’ve never had sex,” she says. “I’m waiting till marriage.”

Time seems to have stopped as the goddess stuns me once again.

I ignore the weird warm feeling creeping over my chest at her words because the only thing that changes is that I have a chance to be the first to break her in; she’s still engaged.

Still, if what she’s saying is true, there’s no way I can take her in here—her first time shouldn’t be in some abandoned unit.

“Well, we have quite the problem here because I’m about ready to explode,” I say, trying to keep the head of my cock away from her sweet cunt as I start moving my hand up and down my throbbing shaft.

It practically has a mind of its own and I have to keep wrangling it away from her.

“I want to push this inside you so badly, goddess. You have no idea the effort it’s taking not to fuck you right now—I should get a medal.”

I know I can come if I keep rubbing it on her wet pussy lips, but it’s too risky—I might lose control.

But then goddess does the most wondrous thing.

“Let me down,” she says as she starts untangling her legs, and I gently release her, allowing her to slide down the wall.

She drops lower and lower until she’s on her knees before me, and the sight of her looking up at me, about to take my cock in her mouth nearly does me in.

Then her soft lips close over the tip of my cock as she gently starts to suck me.

As her lips move over my sensitive head and her tongue flickers over my shaft, I find myself grateful we put the brakes on so I can experience this.

Goddess uses one of her hands to work my base while her head bobs over me, her mouth worshipping my cock, while her other hand cups and fondles my balls before traveling underneath her skirt.

Oh, boy—she’s touching herself now, and the sight of her gobbling my cock while fondling her own pussy?

It definitely won’t be long now.

She moans while she fingers herself and licks me, and the hum of her moan zaps all through me, making me grab the back of her head and start thrusting to find relief sooner.

What we’re doing now is for the best—I almost violated my own rule again about abstaining from pussy at a time like this.

Hand jobs, blow jobs—fine. Whatever takes the edge off.

But no pussy—not till the projects are done.

And I know if I break that rule with the goddess, if I get a taste of her tight, wet snatch…

A deep groan escapes me as orgasm takes over—the same time the goddess moans on my dick as she comes—and it takes me a second to realize why she did me the wonderful favor of catching my pearly jets with the back of her throat—she can’t risk messing up her crisp clothes.

I would laugh at the image of her walking out of here splattered with my cum, but my climax is still rippling through me.

“You’re killing me, goddess,” I say as I place my hands against the wall, leaning on it a bit as I recover.

She slowly withdraws her lips from my cock and then stands so that she is right between my arms, trapping herself between them.

I’m not exactly my sharpest right now, but her eyes…so much is going on behind them.

I want to feel satisfied and done and start disentangling myself from this spell the goddess cast, but I know I’m in deeper now.

“What is going on with you?” I hear myself say, still trying to read her expression.

She just stares at me, her chest heaving, her eyes sad but…happy? The fuck?

“Do I finally get your name at least? Your full name? I don’t always care who blows me, but you and me, goddess—we should be on a first name basis by now.”

I suddenly remember she called me by my first name before, and just as I’m about to ask her how she knew, she says, “Stella. Stella Miller.”

Then she ducks underneath my arm, and before I can grab her or say anything else, she has taken off.

I’m still leaning against the wall, my slowly deflating cock still hanging out when it hits me.

No. fucking. way.

Stella Miller? As in Aaron Miller’s little sister?

Goddamn, she sure has grown up.

Nah, this has to be a huge coincidence.

But I know in my gut it isn’t.

I barely remember her she was so young back then, but I used to hang out at their place a lot so she registered to some degree.

It’s been some years, but the maddening creature shorting my brain and disrupting everything in my life could very well be what the shy, four-eyed kid became.

In fact, some of her expressions make sense now, the sense that she seemed to know me. I felt the weight of history in some of her glances.

I shake my head, finally tucking my cock back in.

I can’t believe how close I came to plowing Aaron’s kid sis.

Where the hell is Aaron these days anyway?

He decided one day he didn’t want to be friends anymore and that was that—no explanation, my phone calls and texts ignored, never home when I popped by to visit.

Maybe I can finally find out what the hell happened that made him decide to cut me off.

I let out another breath.

Once again, all kinds of shit is stirring up, and I have far more questions than answers.

Goddess is like a constant tornado.

For now, though, what I need to know more than anything is who the fuck is Stella engaged to? Why did she look so sad?

She’s obviously attracted to me, and I get the conflict since she’s taken, but something else is going on and I sure as hell will find out what.

I saw enough in her eyes to know that she wants me, and there’s no doubt I still want her.

I need her.

And I’ll have her—in my arms and in my bed, my cock housed in her sweet warm cunt.

No matter what it takes.

If the goddess thinks she’s getting away easy now, she’s dead wrong.