Chapter 43
“I think we should sleep in separate rooms tonight,” I tell Ever at her door.
“Why?”
“Because you need some sleep and I still don’t feel very good. I don’t want to keep you up again if I get sick.” I haven’t puked all day. Since Ever and I showered and my humanity was restored, I’ve actually felt fairly decent. I even got some food in me for dinner. A dinner I cooked for us since nobody else was around. I don’t know if Arthur’s waiting until Ryan leaves his room to fire him, or if he already kicked the chef out, but we didn’t see him once today.
Edwin must’ve ventured out at least once because the bags Ever set outside my door this morning were gone by the time we left it earlier.
Ever’s eyebrows nearly collide, but she says, “Okay.”
“Goodnight,” I say before heading to my own room and doing the same thing I did last night, shoving the desk chair under the doorknob at a 45-degree angle.
Ever should stay in her bed and get the sleep she missed out on last night. After staying up with me, she spent the day with me in my room, wide awake, so she’s gotta be tired.
She won’t though. She’s going to sneak in here later. I know it. I know her. And when she does, she’s going to find herself blocked once again. Since she refuses to tell me how she got past the chair I put in place specifically to keep her out, I want to see it for myself…assuming she can do it a second time. I’ll let her in either way, but it should be interesting to watch her in action. She’s so fucking tiny, she probably only needs a small crack to slip through. Just like a goddamn bat.
I settle into the armchair by the window and wait for the stirrings of my favorite nocturnal creature.
I don’t expect hours to go by but go by they do. Slowly. Agonizingly. Three, then four, then five. Is she going to come? Or not?
It’s somewhere around three o’clock in the morning and I’m just about to lift myself up when something moves in my periphery. My gaze locked on the door, I’m not expecting my motherfucking wall to open up…yet that’s exactly what it does. Holy shit.
Not only is it opening, but there’s a fucking figure coming through it. Every muscle in my body freezes. Is that a ghost? Ever warned me the manor was haunted but I didn’t heed it whatsoever. She talked a lot of shit back then. Also, I didn’t think ghosts were scary at the time. Probably because I’d never had one come right up to me and—
It’s not coming up to me at all. It’s not even paying me any attention. It’s…going to my bed?
After closing the portal it just came through, the petite ghost leans over my bed. Is it looking for me? Does it do this every night?
Oh, shit. Is it looking for Ever? What if it’s her mom’s ghost? She doesn’t come in here when we’re fucking…right? That’d be weird. That’d be really—
The ghost glances toward the bathroom, revealing the face of my favorite nocturnal creature.
God, what a creep.
And me, for liking it.
At least now I know why the sensor on her door wasn’t going off. She’s been using some sort of secret wall-door between our rooms to get in and out of here undetected. That’s how she got in here last night, too. She couldn’t tell me how she got past the chair, because she didn’t.
While she’s still staring at the bathroom, I stand from the chair, causing her to let out a gasp.
“Goddess, Crue, what are you doing over there?”
“Are you scared, little bat?” I ask as I approach her.
She spins to face me, propping her ass on the bed.
“No.”
Liar. I can practically hear her heart thundering inside her chest.
“How often do you use that?” I nod at the wall I obviously didn’t inspect close enough but will first thing in the morning along with all the other walls in this room because what kind of rich-people shit is that.
Unashamed, she shrugs. “Not as much now.” Now that I walk her into my room every night, keeping her in here for my own selfish reasons.
“How many times did you use it before?”
“Just a couple…I think. To do your shoes.”
“For my shoes?” I push into her personal space.
“Yep.”
“You never came in here to do anything else?”
She gives it a second to think over before asking, “Like what?”
I scoff. She’s playing dumb. How cute.
“Me.”
Now she makes a sound in her throat. “You’re the one that suggested I sit on your face while you were asleep.”
That gives me pause.
“Did you?”
“No. You really think I would take advantage of someone like that?”
“Not even after I gave you permission?”
“You said you’d notice and wake up, so you tell me, did I?”
I don’t think she did. And for some reason, that’s disappointing. I can’t think of a better aroma to wake up to than Ever’s delicious cunt, begging to be devoured.
Taking off my clothes, I climb in bed and lie down where I usually do, face up.
“What are you doing?”
The snore I release isn’t quite as obnoxious as the first time I pulled this stunt.
“I’m not doing it,” she says, making me smile internally.
Yes, she is. She fucking better.
“You’re not even asleep. You just laid down.”
My snores increase as does the blood flow to my cock.
Ever must notice because she groans.
I stroke myself just to fuck with her.
“I’m going back to my room.”
I instantly roll over and catch her hand with mine, yanking her onto the mattress with me before she can go anywhere.
She comes easily, giggling.
I lead her all the way over until she’s straddling me, gazing down at me like a sexy queen of the night.
“Have pity on me, Ever. I’m sick.”
“No, you’re not. You’re doing better than everyone else in this house.”
“Why is that?” I can’t help but ask. It is kinda strange how quickly I got over the food poisoning.
“You had a good nurse,” she says with a shrug.
That’s true.
“Let me thank you for your service.”
“Crue. You need rest.”
“I need sustenance.”
“Then I’ll go get you some—”
I tighten my grip on her hips, keeping her on my stomach.
“Sit on my face.”
“That’s not the kind of sustenance you need.”
Probably not. But it’s the only kind I want.
“It’s exactly what I need,” I argue. “You’re exactly what I need.”
The pad of her thumb covers my lips, then she bends down and kisses over it…as well as the corners of my lips.
I strain up into it, praying she removes the thumb. Something about the move, her being above me maybe, gives me déjà vu, which is impossible because she’s never done this before. I’m always the one that “kisses” her like this.
Ever sits up again but the feeling remains. Did she kiss me last night? I hope not. That would’ve been disgusting for her.
She wouldn’t have. There’d be no reason.
“How’s your stomach?” she asks on her shuffle up my torso, her shirt already raised to expose her tits.
“Fine.”
I help get that shirt off, throwing it off to the side.
“What about—”
“Ever… What’s your middle name?”
“Chanel.”
“Ever Chanel Munreaux, sit on my face.”
“I’m still wearing underwear.”
Not for long.
I tear the pair from the middle out until the seams rip, then I toss those, too.
“Hold on, hold on, hold on,” I tell her and shut my eyes.
When nothing happens, I crack one open. Ever’s suspended above my chin, just staring down at me.
“Sit.”
She huffs. “You’re so ridiculous. I thought you were about to be sick.”
“I am sick…” Both eyes closed again, I tug on her hips, mumbling, “Of waiting,” just before her pussy makes the briefest contact with my lips.
Hmm… Ever’s light but not that light.
“I said ‘sit.’”
“You have to be able to breathe.”
“I’ll be able to breathe,” I lie. Eating pussy is a breathing exercise in any position. It hasn’t killed me yet.
“This is my first time just sitting…like this. It’s awkward.”
I’m another one of her firsts.
“It’s not awkward.”
“Yes, it is. I’m just supposed to sit here and somehow not suffocate you?”
“You know how you grind on my dick? Do that to my tongue.” I stick it out for her.
She grumbles but lines up with my tongue before lowering herself onto it.
There we fucking go.
I latch on to her hips with both hands, holding her to me like I would a cob of corn, then I chow the fuck down, licking and sucking and slurping, never once thinking about my air supply. Who needs air when you can inhale good pussy?
Ever rides my face, not exactly how she does my dick, but my tongue’s a lot shorter than my dick. I can curve it though, which drives her wild.
She’s moaning and her movements are getting sloppier, then out of nowhere, she jolts upright like a rocket, leaving my face soaked and my cock hard as brick.
Not this shit again.
I growl. “Ever—”
“I didn’t come yet.”
I know. I know what my girl’s body feels like when she does.
“So what the fu—”
“But I’m about to, and I want to try out another position.”
She scrambles off me, earning more growls from me…until she swings her right leg back over my head, straddling me again while facing the opposite direction.
“This way.”
If she wanted me to lick her asshole again, all she had to do was say so.
Bending forward, Ever leans all way down to my cock, taking it in her hand and—
Shit! At the feel of her suctioning my tip, my hips buck off the mattress.
“Sixty-nine?”
Mouth full of dick, she hums, “Mm-hm.”
Fuck yeah. Let’s go.
With Ever’s ass above me spread wide, I grip her ass cheeks like handlebars, maneuvering her clit to my mouth so I can pay it special attention.
The combination of her mouth and fist on my cock feels so good, the pressure building and building and building.
I flip us and bury my face in her pussy, triggering deep moans from Ever that vibrate my cock and balls. Still managing to roll her hips, she comes. And I mean she fucking comes . Unable to stop myself, I thrust my hips, fucking Ever’s mouth with short, hard twitches until I explode, too.
Remembering she also needs to breathe, I pull out almost instantly, a few ropes of my jizz dousing Ever’s face.
“Shit. Sorry about that.” Not really. I knew she’d look sexy coated in cum.
“It’s okay,” she pants, waving me off. Then she does something even sexier. Using her middle finger, she pushes my cum between her lips and sucks her digit clean.
If she’d let me, I’d kiss the fuck out of her right now.
Since I know she won’t, I settle for cuddling instead.
“So that was new for you, too, sixty-nine?” I ask as we lie side by side, her head on my shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“You’re not as experienced as you pretend to be, huh?”
She shrugs. “I like having my neck sucked on.”
I grit my teeth. A simple yes or no would’ve sufficed. Unless it’s their address, I don’t want details about anyone else before me.
“Sometimes that leads to more, sometimes it doesn’t. You made assumptions about me, just like my father does, based on the hickeys on my neck. I didn’t correct them.”
That’s not entirely true. She talked like she fucked all the time. She acted like she fucked all the time.
“Why doesn’t your dad ever let you go out and do things?”
Ever’s quiet for a while before she says, “Same reason he keeps certain motorcycles in the garage.”
“Because there’s only one of you?” I guess, not completely understanding the comparison. It can’t be for safety, otherwise Arthur would’ve never let his daughter cheer. In just my short glimpse of it, I’ve seen for myself Ever wasn’t exaggerating at all about how dangerous the sport can be.
I admit it. Cheer’s a sport. One I find myself enjoying the hell out of the more Ever and I practice together.
“To retain value.”
The confusion doesn’t clear whatsoever, only intensifies. Ever’s a human fucking being. Not a collector’s item.
“What age did you start sneaking out?”
“I didn’t use to. I was too scared. I only started at the end of last year.”
“Why? What changed?”
“Everything.”