Chapter 14 Evie
EVIE
Ihated giving Tanner head.
Hated it.
I hated the way he tasted. I hated the way he forced my head down. I hated the way he asked for it multiple times a week.
But right now?
I’ve never been so desperate to wrap my lips around a penis in my life.
He gives me a look, but I ignore it. I stick my tongue out and trace his shaft, and he hisses.
“Eve…” he starts to say, but before he can get it out, I’m on my knees in front of him, taking him into my mouth.
I put my hands on his hips, holding myself steady as my head bobs back and forth.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” he whispers as I move.
I moan underneath him, and he strokes my hair gently.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.” I relish in his praise, cupping his balls in one hand and clawing his thigh with the other.
I move back and forth, moaning and groaning as I take him in as deep as I can.
I jerk back when he steps away, but before I can ask him what the deal is, he’s hooking his hands underneath my armpits and lifting me off the ground.
“You’re amazing at that, Evie,” he says. “And as much as I’d love to come in your mouth, I’m coming inside of you tonight.”
I swallow and wipe the corners of my mouth.
“If that’s okay with you,” he says. I smirk as I lean back on the bed, spreading my legs for him. I don’t know what switch he just hit, but I feel so much bolder than I’ve felt in my entire adult life right now.
“I think that could work,” I say, tugging on one of my nipples again as I bite my bottom lip. He smirks and reaches for his nightstand drawer. “What are you doing?”
He pauses.
“I was gonna grab a condom,” he says.
I feel a wave of disappointment.
“I appreciate that,” I say, “and if you want to use one, I totally understand. But the only person I’ve been with in the last decade is Tanner. And I’d really love to feel you…all of you.”
He stares down at me, and his hand slowly closes the drawer. He takes a step toward me, then another, and puts his hands down on either side of me, leaning in so our faces are just inches apart.
“I was just trying to be respectful,” he says. “But the image of me dripping out of you is one I’d love to see come to life.”
I swallow.
Jesus, me too.
“But baby?” he says.
“Hmm?”
“That’s the last time we are ever going to talk about him fucking you,” he says, then he yanks me down toward the edge of the bed.
He spits in his hand and pumps it up and down his cock, then he spits on my pussy and rubs me gently before priming me with a finger.
Then, when he knows I’m ready, he pushes himself into me, and I cry out.
“Jesus,” I moan as he stands up straighter, aligning our hips and holding me in place. He moves his hips slowly back and forth, allowing me to adjust to him. Then he starts to move faster.
And I enjoy it.
I enjoy it loudly.
Sex has never made me make noises before. They were mostly for show. They were mostly to help Tanner feel like he was actually doing something to me. To get him off quicker so I could roll back over and pretend it didn’t happen.
But tonight? He’s touching me in places I didn’t know existed. He’s holding my body in positions like he knows what’s best for it. And the thing is, he does. He moves faster and deeper at the same time, all while watching my face to gauge what’s working. But right now, it feels like it all is.
His ab muscles flex into the most delicious fucking V I’ve ever seen just above his cock, which, by the way, is the most beautiful penis I’ve ever seen. There’s a shimmer of sweat on his chest beneath speckles of brown curls, and I want to lick it off.
I stare at him while he pounds into me, pretty positive that there isn’t a single inch of his body I wouldn’t put into my mouth.
“Do you know how long I have wanted this, Evie?” he groans. I can’t respond with words. Instead, I just push my head back into the mattress and claw at his shoulder. “So fucking long. You were supposed to be mine all along, honey. All. Along,” he says, pounding into me in rhythm with his words.
I’m panting, but I reach a hand up to his face.
“I’m sorry,” I moan out. “I’m so fucking sorry.”
There is something so erotic in his confession and even in my apology. It’s like our first time and make-up sex all combined into one beautiful night. He freezes above me for a moment, and the blood drains from my face when I realize that the bliss between my legs is on pause.
“Don’t apologize to me, Evie,” he says sternly. “Just say you’re mine.”
Our eyes lock, and I realize he’s being serious. Totally, completely serious. He needs to know.
I push myself up onto my elbows and reach one hand up to wrap around the back of his head.
“I have always been yours,” I tell him. “Even when I was his.” Then I pull him down into me, our lips and tongues crashing together.
He lets go of my hips to hold my head to his, like this kiss is his lifeline.
When we finally come apart, I have a newfound bolt of confidence…
and an insatiable hunger for him. I put one hand on his chest and scoot toward the end of the bed. “Let me show you how sorry I am.”
I stand up, grabbing his arm and swinging him around so that he’s now on the bed.
I push him down then crawl up his body, pausing ever so quickly so that my breasts dangle in his face for a moment.
A devilish smile creeps over his lips as I straddle him then lower myself down onto him without taking my hands off his chest. He moans with pleasure as I bite my lip.
I move my hips back and forth, letting him fill me up from below, my hands still splayed out on his chest. And then I lift my ass up and down, sliding up and down his dick while I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.
“Fuck, Keat,” I moan out. “I can’t believe I waited this long.”
He smiles beneath me, reaching up to palm my breasts as I bounce higher and higher. I feel him in my stomach, and it’s the most intense pleasure I’ve ever had.
“Yeah?” he breathes. “You like it?” I nod, like an addict who has her eye on the prize.
He sits up, his hand sliding up my back, then carefully and methodically, he slides out of me and flips me onto my stomach in one quick, pretty move.
He pulls me up in front of him so that we are back to chest, one hand wrapping gently around my neck and the other sliding down between my breasts, over my navel, and to my pussy.
His fingers glide through my arousal, keeping me nice and wet.
My whole body is practically purring for him.
“I have a whole lot of making up to do, sweet girl,” he whispers in my ear, leaving a soft trail of kisses and chills up my spine. “And I’m not stopping till I claim every single inch of you. Buckle up, baby girl. You’re mine now.”
“Mmm,” I moan, practically melting into him.
“Yours,” I echo him. And with that, he pushes into me from behind then fucks me like he’s afraid I’m going to disappear.
He holds tight to my hip, one hand wrapped around my hair, and we move back and forth together, me matching his every motion.
“Good, baby. You’re doing so great. You can take it, Eve. ”
His praise is all I need to throw myself back into him, over and over, matching his thrusts.
I claw for the covers, and his hand slides down to my clit.
He rubs it in the most perfect circular motion, pressing into it just the right amount and at just the right time with each motion.
And then I feel my legs start to tingle.
And my toes. And I moan—no, not moan…scream—out his name.
He fucks me even harder until I hear his growl, and he collapses on top of me.
After a few moments of catching our breath, he slides out of me slowly, and I fall forward onto the bed.
I feel the wetness slide out of me and drip down my leg, and then I feel the swipe of his finger.
“There it is,” he growls into my ear. “Mine.”