Chapter 5 Beatrice
BEATRICE
Heat burns through me. I swear I’m seconds away from combusting, and it isn’t from embarrassment. What he just said is true. And right now, I can’t find it in me to care.
It’s been so long since I felt like this. Since I shed everything that stops me from being reckless and just let go.
Our kiss is effortless. It’s as natural as breathing, and I never want it to end.
His tongue teases mine in the best kind of way, but when he nips my bottom lip, holy hell.
A little of that and just the right pressure from his thigh and I could come standing right here in the middle of all these people.
Even that isn’t enough to stop me.
I want more.
I want everything.
And it seems I’m not the only one.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re all kinds of tempting.” He groans as he twists my hair in his hand and drags my head back. His eyes flick all over my face, taking me in. I dread to think what he sees. A needy whore, probably. But again, I don’t care.
I just need exactly what I’ve been trying to convince him I don’t all night.
Him.
Every single part of him I can get.
He sees something in my expression—desperation, probably because suddenly, his eyes lock on mine.
“I need you, sweetheart. I need you right fucking now.”
My heart thunders against my ribs.
How? How is this happening?
This man. This man that every single woman in the country probably wants a piece of is standing before me, telling me that he wants me.
Talk about a head fuck.
Now, I’m not stupid. I’m not standing here gazing up at him, thinking he’s promising me anything more than a few minutes of fun. I can’t hear wedding bells or envision a future with two point five kids and a white picket fence. That is not what this is, thank fuck.
Sure, maybe that kind of life is in my future, but I have no desire for it right now.
This man, though…I have every desire for him.
My body aches for him in the best kind of way.
Having his hands on me feels all kinds of delicious. But that’s over clothes. How might it feel if we took them all off? If he got those giant, calloused hands on me…his mouth, his tongue…
My core clenches, desperate to feel something.
Oh God. I bet he’s huge.
My tongue drags along my bottom lip as I try to imagine just how this man might look naked.
He’s an arrogant motherfucker, there’s no disputing that, but something tells me—and yes, it might be the bar of steel I can feel against my thigh—that he’s got a reason to be.
“Tell me I can,” he begs. His expression is tight. He looks as desperate as I feel. “Just say the word and I’ll find us a place to go.”
Thoughts of a lavish hotel fill my mind, or worse, his apartment.
Panic rises within me. I might be down for a bit of fun, but I’m not leaving with him. This is a here-and-now thing; the second I step foot out of this club, it’s over.
“I’m not spending the night with you,” I force out, aware that my words could be the end of whatever this is.
But I quickly discover that it isn’t the case.
“Probably for the best I wasn’t asking you to then, huh?” he quips, his signature smirk fully in place.
“Then what do you—” My words are cut off as he releases me.
Coldness and confusion wrap around me, but it only lasts a moment because he takes my hand in his and begins dragging me across the dance floor, dodging his teammates and the girls they’re dancing with.
“What are you doing? Where are we going?” I shout after him, but he doesn’t respond.
Instead, he continues racing across the room like a man on a mission. The second I spot the hidden black door in the wall ahead of us, my heart skips a beat, and my core tightens.
Oh God. He really isn’t planning on taking me home.
Before I can really register what’s happening, he’s tugged me through the door and has backed me up against the wall.
The music muffles once the door closes, leaving me with only the sound of our erratic breathing.
“There. Now we’re alone,” Everett rasps, his voice rough and deep. And when his eyes find mine, I gasp at the raw need reflected back at me.
They’re no longer light blue and twinkling under the brighter strip lighting out here. Instead, they’re dark and dangerous.
“Oh God,” I whimper as he roughly cups my breasts.
“Where did my jersey go?” he demands.
“T-took it off,” I pant.
“Damn fucking shame,” he mutters before crashing his lips to mine.
Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lose myself in his kiss as his hands slip down to my thighs before he effortlessly lifts me from my feet, pinning me to the wall with his hips.
The hardness of his cock presses against my core, making me whimper into his kiss.
Our movements are frantic, our hands everywhere as we try to take what we need.
But it’s not enough.
Not even close.
“Yes,” I gasp when his hands disappear under my top, pushing it up to reveal my bra. “Oh God, please.”
Coldness washes over me as he drags the cups down, exposing me to the empty hallway.
His hungry eyes lock on my breasts a beat before he ducks low and sucks one of my peaked nipples into his hot mouth.
He licks, sucks, and nips, and every bite of pain hits me right in the clit.
“More, please. I need more.”
“Yeah,” he agrees as he stands to his full height once more, sliding his hands up my thighs to push my skirt up around my waist. “I thought that the second I saw you wearing my number tonight, sweetheart.”
His lips find mine again as he works his fly open and pulls a condom from his pocket.
“All I’ve been able to think about since is how you’d feel coming all over my cock.” His filthy words have heat flooding my core.
Lifting the packet to his mouth, he rips into it with his teeth like I’m sure he’s done a million times with a million other women. I smother that thought. Nothing good can come from it. What’s about to happen…so many good things can come from that.
As much as I hate to admit it, I suspect he’s probably right about his skills. If his kisses are anything to go by, this man knows exactly how to please a woman, and I’m more than happy to accept any pleasure he’s willing to dish out tonight.
“If I weren’t so impatient to get inside you, I’d have you on your knees, feeding you my dick.”
“Maybe next time,” I say breathlessly, as he manages to simultaneously hold me up and roll the rubber down his very impressive erection.
This is going to hurt in the best kind of way.
He stills as my words hit him, and his eyes jump to mine.
“There won’t be a next time. I’m not that man.”
If I were sensible, I’d put a stop to this right now.
But I’m not sensible. Not in this moment, anyway. Right now, I’m horny, a little bit drunk, and a lot desperate.
“Do not go into this thinking it’s anything but mindless pleasure. If you think anything else, walk away right now.” His warning hits me square in the chest, but it’s not enough to stop me.
I smirk at him, more than willing to play him at his own game. “Maybe you’ll be the one who comes after me begging for me to suck your dick.”
“Hmm, yeah. Maybe,” he mumbles, not believing a word.
And that’s fine, because tomorrow, I’ll hopefully have a memory of some outstanding sex, be a little more relaxed, and continue with my life as if Everett Donnelly doesn’t exist.
Well, until Sienna tries to convince me to go to another game, of course.
Once he’s fully sheathed, Everett lifts me a little higher, tucks his fingers beneath the lace of my panties, and drags the head of his giant cock through my folds.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he groans, his jaw ticking with restraint.
“So what are you going to do about it?”
No sooner has the question rolled off my tongue than he thrusts his hips forward, filling me to the hilt in one swift move.
I cry out as my body fights to adjust to the invasion.
I might not have had a man inside me for some time, but I regularly make use of the toys in my nightstand. It becomes obvious very quickly that they pale in comparison to the size of this man.
“Holy fuck, you’re tight,” he groans, his free hand slapping the wall beside my head. When I glance over, his fist is curled, short nails digging into his palm.
Accomplishment shoots through me.
He might be about to ruin me in the best kind of way, but I’m pretty sure I’m also about to bring this man to his knees.
I’ve never felt so powerful.
“Probably because you have a massive fucking cock,” I point out, much to his amusement.
“Yeah?” he asks, eyes dancing with mirth. “Biggest you’ve ever had, right?”
I pretend to think for a moment. “Without getting a full visual, I can’t be sure.”
“Fucking knew I should have filled this smart mouth,” he mutters before gripping my chin between his thumb and forefinger, twisting my head exactly where he wants it, and slamming his lips against mine.
His thrusts start slow, allowing me to get used to him. It’s way more thoughtful than I was expecting. But as I begin clawing at his back, my body screaming for more, he starts to up the tempo.
Eventually, my need for more air has me ripping my lips from his so I can suck in greedy lungfuls as he ruts into me.
He leans back, his eyes rolling down my body to watch where we’re joined.
“Fuck. Look how well you take my cock, sweetheart.” Unable to stop myself, I do as I’m told and watch as he disappears inside me.
Fuck. That’s hot.
“Wanna feel you coming around me. Play with your clit. Get yourself there,” he demands.
Mindlessly, my body follows orders, and not two seconds later, I’m circling my clit with two fingers, getting to feel just how wet I really am for him.
Beatrice Walsh, you are a whore.
“Oh God.”
“Donnelly, sweetheart.”
A manic laugh spills from my lips as together we work me until I’m right on the edge.
My muscles pull tight as pleasure dances just out of reach.
“That’s it. You’re being such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Now come for me. Show me what this pussy can really do.”
His words are the final push that I need, and I go crashing over the edge.
Some kind of noise rips from my throat, although I can’t be sure exactly what it is.
Wave after wave of pleasure consumes my body as I ride out my orgasm, my grip on Everett's shoulders tightening. If he weren’t wearing a shirt, I’d have no doubt that I’d be drawing blood.
I can’t help feeling a little disappointed that while he’s firmly leaving his mark on my body, I won’t be doing the same on his.
Tomorrow, I’ll just be another woman he’s used as a release after a game.
I should probably feel a little used, but honestly, right now, I can’t help but wonder if it’s actually the other way around.
He’s giving me exactly what I didn’t know I needed.
“Fuck, that was hot,” he rasps once I’ve come down. “You’re gonna do that again, and then I’m gonna fill you up.”
He’s wearing a condom. His words are just words. But still, the thought of that barrier not being between us and me walking away from this exchange with his cum dripping from my pussy does things to me.
“Fuck, you liked that, didn’t you? Dirty little whore I’ve found here, huh?”
He circles his hips, and I almost lose my goddamn mind.
How is this man so good?
Practice, a little voice shouts, which I happily ignore.
“I’m taking all of the next one,” he tells me before slapping my hand away and pressing his thumb against my clit. “And I want to hear you screaming my name when you come. I want this entire fucking club to hear it. You got that?”
I nod frantically, already feeling my second orgasm building.
“Fuck, yeah. Good girl.”
His grip on my ass tightens until I have no doubt that I’ll find fingerprints bruised there in the morning. My head falls back, and I fully give myself to him.
“Eyes,” he demands.
Powerless to deny him, my gaze locks on his.
It feels too intimate for what we’re really doing here. But I can’t bring myself to care.
It’s only in the seconds before I fall that my eyes slam closed and I focus on nothing but sensation, and thankfully, he’s also too far gone to chastise me.
Anyone could walk out here and find us, and not only would I not know, but I also wouldn’t care.
Let them see. Hell, let them stand and watch.
“Everett,” I scream when the thought pushes me over the edge again.
My muscles lock around him, and not five seconds later does he groan out his release. His dick jerks inside me as his head drops to the crook of my neck, his hot breath racing over me, ensuring my entire body is covered in goose bumps.
That was…yeah.
Everett Donnelly has every reason to be an arrogant motherfucker.
The man is a fucking legend.