7. Chapter Seven
Chapter Seven
Luke
Carrying Eva back to her bathroom, I place her in the shower again. My come—the load I could barely contain, is dripping off her stomach and her breasts. Her perfect breasts that I couldn’t get enough of. I just defiled her the way I did, yet I feel awkward standing in her bathroom, waiting like a creep for her to finish cleaning herself.
I grab my bracelet off the side. “My clothes should be dry now,” I tell Eva, turning and walking to the door to give her some privacy.
She spins to face me. “Will you order some food?” she asks so innocently.
I don’t know what food is good to order and what’s not. But that aside, she still isn’t asking me to leave? “For you?” I ask, uncertain I’m hearing her right.
“Us,” she replies simply.
Us. “Okay.” I leave her in the bathroom, walking to the table and retrieving the towel I used what feels like hours ago. I walk to the washing machine and chuck it in before grabbing my clothes from the dryer. As soon as I find Adam, I never want to see clothes like this again.
Putting them on, I look for a phone and a takeaway menu. There isn’t anything to hand that is of any use to me. So, considering one of my favourite things to do when residing in one of His Majesty’s Prisons was to cook, I look through the cupboards, seeing what she’s got .
Twenty minutes later, I hear her feet gently pad across the carpet upstairs. I turn off the hob and serve us two plates. I grab the cutlery, and before I turn, I feel her watching me. It makes me smile. “Do you want to grab the drinks?”
Eva coughs. “Sure.” She begins making her way into the kitchen. “Thought you were going to order something?”
I smile again, watching as she looks around her kitchen. I found everything I needed. “I can cook better than anything you can order.”
She hums to herself grabbing two wine glasses from the cupboard. I don’t stop her, even though I haven’t touched alcohol for seventeen years. “You clearly haven’t tasted Ben and Jerry’s.”
“Tasted who?” I may have lived with other men for a long time, but there is no way I want to taste another guy. Let alone two.
“The ice cream,” she fires at me, that glorious, angelic chuckle warming my soul. “I meant, what you eat for dessert.”
“Ice cream?” I let out a breath, grabbing the plates and walking to the table where I watched Eva fuck herself. It’s something I won’t ever allow myself to forget. “Thank God,” I say with light amusement. “Eating men for dessert isn’t really for me.”
Eva’s delayed lick of her lips has my dick fully charged in a heartbeat. Fucking hell. “Good to know.” She swallows and her throat swells as she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then changes the conversation so fast, I have to try and not imagine her sucking my cock. I have no idea what that would be like. But those lips of hers wrapped around it. My stomach knots.
“Omelettes,” she says quickly. “Better than Chinese food?”
We both sit at the same time. “Don’t knock it until you try it.” I give her a wink.
Eva blushes then jabs her fork into the food I rustled up. Every chew she makes, her eyes widen.
“Good?”
She nods her head as she swallows a mouthful of Spanish Omelette, a loud gulp catching my ears. I can’t help but wonder if she’d make that noise swallowing my come? “It’s incredible.”
I tuck into my own dish. Satisfied. “So, I can stay a bit longer? ”
Eva takes another mouthful before opening the bottle of wine and pouring two glasses. “You can stay as long as you like, so long as you feed me.”
“I can do that,” I tell her, dropping my head. “But seriously, why haven’t you kicked me out yet?”
My sombre question lowers the mood.
Eva takes a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving mine. “I think for the same reason you haven’t left already.” She puts her glass on the table. “I feel comfortable with you, Luke.”
Putting my fork to my plate, I scratch my ear, pulling the lobe through my fingers, desperately buying myself time to take that in. “What time does your housemate get home?”
Eva looks at the clock on the wall. “Not expecting her until tomorrow.”
I grin and bite my lip quickly. “Still, would you like me gone before she gets here? I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”
She takes another mouthful of food. Once she swallows, she says, “I don’t think you could.”
“People can change, Eva.” I speak with a harshness not intended to be aimed at her.
“Meaning?”
I sigh. “Meaning,” I lift my shoulders slightly, “things change for people. Circumstances. Status. Friendships. One day you’re free, then you’re not.”
She deflates before my eyes. “When were you last free, Luke?”
Eva reads me so well. It scares me. I stare at my plate. “I’ve never been free, Little Warrior.” My truth has her sucking in a breath.
“What about now? Do you feel free being here? With me?”
“I think so,” I say confidently, knowing that I also feel lost. I need to find Adam, get myself grounded.
“I know what will make you feel better.” Eva stands and makes her way to the freezer, leaving me stumped. She grabs a tub and two spoons then hobbles back to me. Sitting on the edge of the table, she pops off the lid, scooping the spoon through the ice cream. “Open,” she tells me, holding the spoon out like I’m a baby.
I do as she says, opening my mouth for her .
Eva slides the spoon over my tongue, and I wrap my lips around it, salivating the second I taste the two guys. “Fucking hell,” I mumble as I move the ice cream around my mouth, my tongue coming alive. “Maybe eating two guys for dessert is for me.”
Eva’s head throws back, a guttural laugh escaping her. “You’re funny, Luke.”
“I need more.” I sit straighter, opening my mouth in desperation.
Eva chuckles again, her shoulders bouncing as she spoon feeds me another mouthful.
I don’t give up, opening my mouth wider, edging closer to her, forcing her to lean back as she takes another scoop from the tub. Accidentally, I end up nudging the end of the spoon with the tip of my nose.
We both pause. “You’ve made a mess,” Eva laughs inwardly. I swipe at my face, but she leans forward. “Let me.” Dropping the tub to the table, Eva carefully strokes a finger over the tip of my nose, scraping the stray ice cream off my face. It’s the first time her touch hasn’t made me shudder.
It has nothing to do with her, and everything to do with me and my brain’s way of protecting me. Sheltering me from the storm I once lived in.
“There,” she says, holding her finger out.
I don’t know why, but I take her hand, tasting the ice cream off of her for myself. It tastes a thousand times better with a hint of Eva.
She watches me pull her finger from my mouth. “Do you want more?” she asks, lust lining her question.
I drink her in. Her emerald greens are transfixed on me. “Only if I can eat it off you.”
She sucks in a breath, and I let go of her hand, allowing her to dip it back in the tub. When she turns her hand back to me, I look up to her. “Which part?” she asks.
Christ she’s intoxicating. I stand slowly, hooking her t-shirt at the bottom in my fingers, holding it balled in one fist at the base of her neck. “Here,” I tell her, the tip of my finger circling her nipple. It hardens under my touch, her skin covering in pimples instantly. I could watch her body like this for hours and never get bored.
Eva slowly coats her nipple, her lips slightly parting with the cold .
Once she’s finished, I cup her breast in my hand, rolling the flesh in my palm. She is fucking beautiful. I dip my head and delicately run my tongue over the very tip, making her squirm under my hold. Sucking it into my mouth, I gorge on her, greedily feasting on her like she’s my last ever meal.
“Luke,” she whimpers, and my mouth is immediately on hers. Our lips lock, our tongues crashing in long, languid strokes. She is what I imagine heaven to taste like, and I haven’t tasted her in the most intimate way yet.
I can change that.
Moving the plates, I push her to the table again, making light work of removing her clean underwear, followed by scooping some ice cream from the tub. I let it drip to her clit, instantly knowing I’m doing alright when her legs widen, showing me that wetness again between her legs.
Eva enjoys my touch. I’ve worked that much out.
Then I’m sitting on the chair, pulling her hips to my face as my tongue runs from her entrance to her clit, in one, slow, teasing stroke.
Her back bows off the table. “Fuck,” she moans, her fingers digging into the wood.
I do it again, exactly the same way.
She makes a noise that makes me smile. It’s somewhere between pleasure and pain, I think. She wants more. Her legs are twitching, her muscles tightening.
With my next lick, Eva’s hands find my hair.
She tugs, but I grip her wrists with a snap, holding them flat to the table. I don’t want my fears ruining this.
When she groans my name, I listen to her body, repeating the same, apparently torturous motion. The ice cream has trickled it’s way south over her entrance, mixing with her arousal that’s now glimmering right before my eyes. I stop everything I’m doing, watching her writhe and wriggle on the table, her hands still immobilised.
She’s at my mercy, and it’s making my body light up in a whole new way. The power I feel at her inability to move whilst I tease and taste her glorious little cunt.
It’s perfection.
Sweet, glorious perfection .
Whatever happens to us after this night, this will be the moment I see in my dreams.
Her clit looks red and heavy. “Do you want to come, Little Warrior?” Stupid question. I know she does. But I’m quite enjoying watching her trying not to already. She hums, but I want more. Who do I think I am? “You need to tell me, Eva. Tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Fuck. Talking dirty to her makes my cock swell two sizes. It has the same effect on her, too. Eva shakes, a deep, longing moan finding my ears. “Put your mouth on me, Luke,” she stammers, trying to breathe steadily.
I smile and kiss her inner thigh.
Her head shakes to the other side, making me grin. “On me. On my pussy.” She’s pleading, and I have to squeeze my legs so as not to blow a load in my pants.
“As you wish, Little Warrior.” I lower my mouth, tantalisingly moving my head side to side as I gather the ice cream at her entrance with my tongue, then steadily lift, stopping with my tongue on her clit.
I push it flat, and Eva’s hips begin to buck against my mouth. She’s fucking my face and I don’t ever want her to stop. She could steal all my air and I don’t think I’d give a shit.
Gasps and moans strangle her as her clit pulses, shaking under my tongue. I let her move until she begins to slow, her hips slowly lowering back to the table. Once she’s still, I drop a kiss on her thigh. “You’re going to need another shower,” I tell her.
Eva pushes herself up, her hair a glorious mess on top of her head. She runs her fingers through the long strands then reaches for her wrist. I worry I may have hurt her, but when I hear the soft snap of a hair tie, I realise she’s tying her hair back. “So will you.” She then grabs the tub and the spoon and eats a mouthful, carefully standing to her feet before immediately dropping to her knees in between my legs.
With her mouth full, she can’t speak, but I know what she wants me to do when she reaches for the edge of my tracksuit bottoms.
I lift my hips, taking a steadying breath. I’m not ashamed to admit that this will be the first time a woman has wrapped her lips around my cock. I’ve heard about it. Jerked off to the idea of it, but looking down at Eva, her round eyes waiting for me to free myself… I know this will be every bit as perfect as every other moment with her has been.
Taking my cock in my hand, I don’t miss Eva looking at it like it could kill her. I was blessed with size, sure. But whether luckily for her or not, she’ll be the first to taste it. To taste me.
When her lips part, her tongue coated with the now melted ice cream, I have to momentarily close my eyes and steady my breathing. My hand on my cock tightens, but the sight of her in this position is my new favourite thing. I eventually pull my eyes open not wanting to miss a moment more, and lower my cock to her lips. I run the tip across her bottom one, then she pushes out her tongue for me to take her mouth.
I go slow, gradually slipping inch after inch past her lips. The warmth of her mouth blended with the ice-cold of the ice cream is so mind-blowingly stimulating, I quickly grip myself at the base. Fuck. It’s going to take everything I have not to come in thirty seconds. Did I say thirty? I mean ten. Eva could have me coming in ten seconds easily.
She runs her tongue up and down my length, her head bobbing up and down at a steady rhythm.
Heat floods my veins when her lips tighten, and the tip of my cock nudges the back of her throat. I want to push myself deeper into her, but seeing as I exerted control over her, I let her take the lead. Doesn’t stop me from wrapping her ponytail around my fist and holding her head as she swallows me to the back of her throat.
“Fucking hell,” I choke out, her lips pursing, her cheeks hollowing. Tiny spurts of come start leaking from my cock, and I know I can’t hold on any longer.
That is until the sound of the front door opening and slamming shut sounds, and my cock is falling from her mouth, slapping to my body with my push back into the chair.
Eva looks up at me wiping the corner of her mouth, her eyes wide. “Shit. She’s back early, but she always goes straight to her room. Don’t worry,” she rushes out on a whisper. Then she stands abruptly, straddling my hips and lowering her body until she’s pressing herself against my cock .
All desire to come evades me. All need, every slice of want that I have for this woman, completely dissipates with the sudden change of direction.
Slow and steady, I can handle. The idea that things could suddenly go all the way, leaves me breathless and on the edge of full-blown panic.
Eva doesn’t see. She reaches her arms around my neck, lost in the moment, driven by desire. She’s blinded to what I’m uncomfortable with. And I’m now so past wanting to be in this situation, I’m blinded, too. Flight kicks in, and I’m lifting her hips, placing her back on the table.
“Luke?” she says sounding lost.
“I’m sorry, Eva.” I pull up my bottoms, reaching for the glass of wine on the table and glugging it down like I can handle it. I can’t. The taste instantly makes me gag, my head already beginning to swim. I thought people turned to alcohol for help in their hour of need. I can’t see why.
Spinning around, I quickly step to the kitchen where my jumper is neatly folded on the side. I chuck it on and stumble to the door, dumping my feet in my trainers, one hand on the wall to steady myself.
“Luke,” Eva says again, worry evident in her tone.
I’m scaring her. But I can’t stay. I can’t be here. I need to run. Like I did all those times throughout my childhood. Run. Go. Get out. Move. It’s all I can hear as I pat down my pocket, checking I have my bracelet. It’s a small comfort, one I know I’m going to need. “I’m sorry, Little Warrior.”
“What for?” she says shakily, her feet hitting the ground as she moves towards me.
I brace for her touch, but she spares me the pain. “All of it,” I say, then I’m opening the door and bolting as if my life depended on it, vomit making its way to my mouth.
That was too much too soon.
Fuck.
I should go back and make sure she’s okay. But I can’t. Not until I right every wrong made to me. The evil festering inside will never go away until I learn to be okay with what happened.