Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
EVERLEIGH
I watch him fuck me, and I can feel when he is about to come. His cock gets even bigger in me, filling me so full I never want not to have him in me. My pussy knows his cock, and it’s like he’s finally back home. He roars my name, his head going back as he pours into me. My hand rubs my clit, wanting to go with him. It takes nothing for me to come with him. He knows my body like it’s his favorite toy. “Yes!” I shout, coming again at the same time he stops moving in me. “Just like that,” I praise as he stays planted inside me. “Fuck, just like that.” His fingers help mine move against my clit. “That was,” I start, moving my fingers but watching him still play with me, “something.”
“It was,” he agrees, pulling out of me. “So fucking greedy,” he teases, looking down at my pussy. His hands go to my pussy as he rubs his cum into me. “Make sure you don’t lose any of this,” he says, shoving his cum into me. “Don’t want you leaking out.”
“You know I’m going to leak out,” I say, watching his fingers in me. When he pulls them out, he looks at me. “Let me clean that for you.” I grab his wrist and bring his fingers to my mouth and lick them clean.
The taste of us together makes me want him again. “My baby needs to come again?” he questions, and I nod. “We are going to have to get your toys in here,” he states, and I’m about to fly off the bed. “Fuck you with your vibrator while you suck my cock.”
“Yes.” He looks at me, bending to kiss me. His tongue slides into my mouth as he sucks my tongue to also taste us. Sex with us was always, and I mean always, open and free. We grew up learning together. Neither of us was shy about what got us off. He would tell me what I needed to do, what he liked. Just like I did, he knew how to eat my pussy like no one else. He knew every single part of me. There were times when we would spend the day naked, with our hands all over each other.
“I’m going to sit with my back against the headboard.” He gets into position. “And you are going to get on all fours above my legs, and I’m going to play with you until you are ready for my cock again.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice, I crawl over to him, getting in position. “Look at this ass.” He slaps it softly. “Perfect.” He rubs where he just slapped. “But it would be better with my mark on it,” he mentions, slapping the spot again before going to the other ass cheek.
I open my legs more. “Did I forget to slap that pussy?” he asks, and I am shaking for his touch. He slaps my right ass cheek again, going to the left, and then rubbing softly. I close my eyes while he moves his hands between my legs. “Hmm.” He moves from my slit to my clit, rubbing it side to side before slapping it.
“That’s nice,” I say, my head hanging down, waiting for his next touch. I wiggle my ass side to side.
“You have no idea.” He slides a finger into me. “Your pussy is begging for me.”
“Yes.” I close my eyes as his other hand goes to my tits that are hanging, as he pulls the nipple and twists it.
“Brock,” I hiss, and I really wish we had our box of toys here, “we are going to have to get some toys.”
“Oh, I know, baby.” He slides another finger in me. “You want one in your ass or your pussy?”
“My ass,” I choose unabashedly.
He slides his finger out of my pussy, slapping my ass. The hand that was playing with my nipples moves down my back and into the crack of my ass before he slides a finger into my ass and two in my pussy. “Yes,” I cry out.
“You like this, baby?” he asks as he fucks both of my holes. “So fucking wet, it’s running down my wrist.”
“Only you.” I close my eyes, feeling like I’m going to self-combust. “Fuck, only you can make me feel like I’m going to crawl out of my skin.”
He pulls out of my pussy, slapping my ass. “Don’t you ever fucking forget who owns this.” He leans down and bites my shoulder, and I look over at him. His mouth covers mine as he ravenously kisses me while fingerfucking my ass. I move into his finger as he slides two into my pussy. “You are a dirty, dirty girl.” He puts his forehead to mine. “After I make you come, you going to ride my cock?”
“Yes.” I would agree to anything right now. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Watch what you agree to,” he warns, the sound of the wetness from my pussy filling the room.
“I’ll do anything you want,” I repeat, closing my eyes and coming all over his fingers.
“Gushing down my fingers.” He fingers me faster. “That’s it, gush, baby.” I close my eyes, the orgasm ripping through me so hard and so strong I cry out.
By the time he’s done with me, I literally can’t walk. My pussy and my ass are both sore. “I think I’m addicted to your cock,” I finally confess after riding him.
I wake up at 2:00 a.m., and I know I have to leave soon, so I wake him up, sucking his cock. One thing leads to another, and I’m climbing onto him. Even knowing how sore I am, I can’t say no to it.
“I’m addicted to you,” he says, grabbing me around my waist and pulling my pussy to his mouth, sucking my clit. “Tonight, I want you to sit on my face, and then I’ll fuck your face.”
“Don’t tease me with a good time.” I get off the bed and walk toward the bathroom. “I need to hit the road and then take a shower.”
“I’ll drive you,” he offers, getting out of bed and following me, but I stop him.
“I can walk.” I slide my pants up my legs before grabbing my bra.
“Yeah, and you can get that sweet ass into my truck and I’ll take you home,” he instructs, getting dressed and covering his favorite part that I love.
He drives me home and makes out with me in the truck before I walk into the house. Tiptoeing in, it’s all for nothing when my mother is in the kitchen with a cup of coffee to her lips. “Someone had a good night,” she jokes with me, and I look over and see that Oliver’s shoes are by the couch.
“I wasn’t the only one.” I motion with my shoes.
“It’s different,” she deflects. “We live in the same town.”
“Mom.” I hold up my hand, not sure I want to hear it. “I know. I’m trying to live in the moment.”
“Don’t waste time like I did,” she urges softly. “I should have done this a long time ago.”
I nod, walking over to the kitchen, pinning my hair on top of my head, and then washing my hands. I make the donuts, and when I get to the bakery, Caleb is just getting there while the night shift is walking out.
“Want to see something cool?” he asks, and I nod at him. He motions with his head to follow him, and I walk with him into the bakery. “The walls are up and ready to paint,” he points out, and I look at him in shock. “Flooring goes in tomorrow.”
“Holy cow,” I reply, looking around at the bigger space. “This happened so fast.”
“I think by next weekend it should be done and you can start using the kitchen here,” he explains and a pang hits my chest. “So you can start painting by Friday.”
“That sounds amazing. I’ll call the painter.”
He nods at me. “The kitchen will be arriving sometime on Monday, and they should have it installed before Wednesday.”
“That’s just”—I turn around in the space—“so fast.”
“You have the town to thank,” he shares with me, and I nod as he walks back to his truck to get his stuff.
Taking my phone out of my pocket, I snap a picture to post it to social media later. I put the phone back in my pocket before getting my stuff out to start the day. I start the coffee before walking back and unloading the car.
I open the front of the food truck when I feel arms at my hips. “Hey, baby,” he whispers in my ear, and I look over my shoulder at him.
“Hey yourself.” I smile as my chest feels like it’s getting even fuller than it was when I left him, which was pretty much so full I felt like my chest would explode. My hand comes up and holds his cheek. I smile as he leans to kiss my lips.
“Can I help?” he asks, and I nod.
“You can get the rest of the donuts from the car,” I say, and he walks away at the same time Harmony gets here.
She comes over with her own box of cakes. “I know you were selling only donuts, but I thought I would bring this by. Maybe cut one up in pieces and serve the boys and then sell them,” she suggests.
“Oh, that’s a good idea,” I say, grabbing the box from her. “I can pay you tomorrow.”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “That one is on the house,” she says, looking at Brock with her eyes wide in surprise when he stops by her with the plastic containers in his arms.
“Hey, Harmony,” he greets cheerfully before walking away.
“Hi, Brock,” she replies, unsure what else to say. She waits for him to walk away before she leans in. “Is that Brock, Brock?”
I try not to laugh. “Um, yes, I think.” I look at him putting the containers down inside. “He’s helping unload my car.”
“Yeah, I saw. I thought I was in some parallel universe.”
“Nope.” I can’t help but laugh. “Not unless I am also.” I look at him walking down the steps of the food truck. He’s wearing his black Dickies with a matching shirt, when the phone rings from his pocket.
“Oh, I get it now,” Harmony murmurs. “I did not see that coming.” I turn to look at her. “Although Brady called it before you got here.” She smirks at me. “Text me later.”
“I will,” I assure her and walk over to the truck, up the steps, and hear him on the phone.
“Okay, baby girl,” he says softly. “You have a good day and call me when you get home from school,” he finishes and then hangs up. “Sorry about that.”
“You don’t have to apologize for ever taking her call,” I say. “She takes priority.”
He looks like he wants to say something, but he doesn’t. “You have to get to work,” I remind him softly, walking to him, “and I have to start the day.”
“Yeah,” he says, gripping me by my hips and pulling me to him. “You going to have dinner with me again?”
“You going to play with me after?” I ask him with a smirk.
“Before and after,” he confirms, and I laugh at him. “Now I’m fucking hard, and all I can think about is bending you over and fucking you.”
“Well, considering people might see, how about we table that?” I step away from him. “I’ll make you a coffee and send you on your way.” I grab a cup and make him a coffee. “And don’t you go and take care of yourself.” I look at him and make sure no one is around. “The next load is going down my throat.” I wink at him. “It would be a shame if it wasn’t a mouthful.”