Chapter 14 Mary #2
“I asked if you were going to fuck me, Everett.”
He surges up just enough to yank me back down and roll on top of me.
I laugh as I wrap my arms around his neck, spreading my legs easily for him when he slots his knee between my thighs.
One of his hands is steady on the side of my face, holding me still so he can kiss me brainless.
The other leaves a burning trail behind it as it races down my body to slip between my thighs.
“I’m absolutely going to fuck you,” he promises.
His voice is like sandpaper, and I can taste his need on his tongue. We both groan at the first touch of his fingers to my cunt. They immediately slide over my clit. My back bows and I arch up into his touch, desperate for more.
“You’re so wet already,” he whispers.
“You left me hanging earlier,” I remind him.
I don’t tell him that I’m still this needy even after getting myself off in the shower. It’s not mere anticipation that has me soaked—it’s him.
“Guess I’ll have to fix that, then.”
I don’t have time to come up with something witty to say. The head of his cock is hot when he slides it up against my folds, and I whimper his name when he rubs it teasingly over my clit. He pauses for just long enough to look at me questioningly, and I nod.
“I’m on the pill,” I whisper.
He doesn’t hesitate a second longer.
The stretch of him is like nothing else I’ve ever felt. He’s big, sure, but it feels like he’s cleaving me in two, heavy and thick and pulsing with heat inside of me. He feeds every inch of himself into me slowly, one hand on my hip to hold me still as I acclimate to the sensation.
I haven’t managed a full breath since he slid in, every inhale stolen by a gasp or a moan.
He’s shaking ever so slightly as he leans down to kiss me.
It’s softer, a distraction for both of us, but I don’t want to be distracted.
I want to be overwhelmed, every thought fucked right out of my head, and as soon as I can breathe a little steadier I roll my hips against his.
He grunts, biting down on my bottom lip.
I can see the need boiling in his eyes.
“Come on,” I plead, arching up against him again. “Take me.”
The next thrust is enough to make me see stars, and after that, it’s all just fireworks and blistering pleasure. Our kisses turn sloppy and my hold on him turns to nails digging into his shoulders, clutching onto him to keep myself anchored.
He’s holding my hips hard enough that it hurts, just a little twinge, and part of me hopes the press of his palms bruise my skin. I want to see the marks he leaves on me.
Just like before, he manages to work me up in a matter of minutes, the noises slipping from me turning from moans to muffled screams. I rake my nails down his back, my legs wrapping around his waist to pull him closer.
The shift changes the angle just enough to have him pounding straight into a spot that has my toes curling.
“Oh fuck, Everett! Just like that,” I say, my hips rising to meet his.
“I won’t last like this,” he huffs, but doesn’t stop slamming into me.
I try to laugh, but it comes out as a pitchy moan as I get closer and closer to my peak.
“What, only—fuck—only got one round in you, old man?” I tease.
He chuckles darkly against the hollow of my throat, and his thrusts only get deeper. I don’t even have a chance to warn him before my orgasm burns through me.
I toss my head back on a shout of pleasure, my legs spasming around his waist. I faintly hear his answering groan as his hips stutter and lose their rhythm, but I can’t focus on anything but my own crest. I’ve never came this hard in my life.
Everett slowly stills above me, the hair on his chest scratching against my skin pleasantly as he gets his breathing under control.
He kisses me again, slow and lazy. His mouth trails from my lips to my jaw, traveling up over my cheek until he reaches my brow and presses one final peck there. I giggle, shifting under him and sighing at the pleasant weight of him.
“Fuck,” he groans as he pulls out of me, collapsing to the bed at my side.
I have a moment of worry that he’s going to get up and walk out, but he slides his arm beneath my waist and tugs me close to his side. He’s warm and firm, and I don’t allow myself to think about any of the repercussions of this as I snuggle into his side.
Consequences are for the morning, not the afterglow.
For the next few minutes, we just bask. The bed is soft, and it’s warm pressed against each other like this. The way Everett pets my hair makes me sleepy.
“I’d say we should shower, but I don’t think I can stand,” I joke, looking up at him with a grin.
Instead of the begrudging grin I expect to find on his face, he’s looking down at me with undisguised heat. There’s a wicked smile on his lips, and he clicks his tongue against his teeth in teasing reprimand as he rolls me beneath him again.
I gasp when I realize he’s hard again.
“Tapping out already?” he asks. “I thought you wanted another round.”