NINETEEN
“Well that’s one of the menu items ticked off,” said Evie after a long time of lying still and quiet next to each other on her bed. They had both needed to get their breath back, find their minds, come to terms with this new reality of just having done that—been those things to each other. And Evie was nowhere near as calm and collected as her quip made her sound.
Her body had stopped trembling, but her insides were still going, a strange, almost painful feeling in her chest, that, if it reminded her of anything, was like that overpowering sense she got when she climbed to the viewpoint, looked out on the whole world, and felt wrecked by the wonder of it all.
She felt small. And embarrassed. And frightened. And she also wanted to reach out, pull Aubrey over her, kiss him, let his big body swamp hers, cover it with skin and muscle and warmth. She wanted the pleasure of him again. She wanted to be told what to do. Filthier things this time. She wanted to taste him.
But she lay there, shy, and looked up at the ceiling.
Aubrey went to the bathroom. Then she followed suit and did the same. When she came back, he was sitting up in her bed, the covers pulled to his waist.
“Shall I sleep here?” he said. “You can kick me out if you want.”
“Is that what usually happens? When you have all your meaningless sex with all your beautiful women?”
“I normally leave before they can suggest either.”
She got into the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck, lying on her side. Aubrey reached out and tugged them back off.
“Unless you’re cold?”
“No.”
“Then I’d like to look at you.”
“There’s not much to see.”
He answered that with a roll of his eyes, then shifted her arm so that he could see her breasts. He stroked the back of a finger along the side and skimmed a fingernail over her nipple. Everything tightened inside, though she bit back her gasp, not letting Aubrey see how easily he affected her. How responsive she was. Though that horse had already bolted.
He was following the path of his finger anyway, not looking at her face. So she let herself study him, the jaw and mouth and eyes that were already familiar, and the new things: the muscles of his shoulder, the light scattering of hair on his chest, the line of collarbone and the hollow of his throat.
“What else was on the menu?” he asked.
“Don’t men of your age need a long break in between? A few days, perhaps?”
In reply, he rolled her onto her stomach and smacked her lightly on the backside. “I suddenly remembered this one,” he said.
He was only playing, but Evie swallowed back her grunt of pleasure, heat sharp and sudden between her legs. She definitely had issues.
“You’re the one who can only come once,” he reminded her.
“That’s true,” she said, making no attempt to roll back to her side but pillowing her head on her folded arms instead, looking up at him and hoping he could read her mind.
“And I’m not to take it as a challenge and try to prove otherwise.”
“No.”
“Oh well. Poor Evie. You’ll just have to get me off, instead. Didn’t you say you wanted me in your mouth?”
“Funny how you remembered that one.”
He only laughed and pushed the covers from his lap. He was already hard, so thick he’d taken her by surprise, the way he filled her alarming until a few strokes settled her in, the stretch turning to pure pleasure. Greed.
Now she eyed him, arousal curling tight and insistent, stretching itself along every limb.
“On your knees,” he said, patting the bed by his hip.
She knelt there, waiting, which was half the game.
“Your mouth on my cock, Evie. I want to go deep.”
Her heart kicked. She leant down, bracing one hand on his thigh, gripping his base with the other, then, licking her lips for lubrication, she slid her mouth down him.
He filled her, the hot, heavy weight of him pressing on her tongue, bumping the roof of her mouth. Aubrey grunted, hand knotting into her hair, not forcing her down, but holding her there as he bucked into her, started to guide her up and down. “That’s it, just like that.”
He moaned, the hand on her hair loosening, then tightening convulsively as she took him as deep as she dared, stroking him with her tongue as she moved.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”
Then his fingers were on her thigh, nudging her legs apart where she knelt. He hummed in appreciation at finding her wet, murmuring praise as she gasped around his cock when he began pumping her with his fingers.
“Taking me so well…” he said, sliding another finger inside her, his other hand tight again in her hair. “I could fuck you everywhere, Evie, you’re so fucking delicious.”
It was hard to keep any rhythm when she was losing herself to the feel of his fingers inside her. But he held her where he wanted, fucking himself up into her mouth. Then his fingers were gone, and before she could guess what was about to happen, he spanked her backside instead, slightly harder than his earlier playful slap.
He grunted as she tried to moan around the size of him, thrusting up into her mouth as he spanked her again, the jolt of it driving her down onto him.
“Oh fuck,” he gasped, “that’s it.”
He found her with his fingers again, working her up before spanking her again, repeating it, fingers then palm, until the two competing pleasures built into one, overwhelming her as she moaned, jaw aching, tasting the salt he was leaking into her mouth.
“I’m so close,” he breathed. “Are you? I know you can’t, but can you…?”
Dimly, she knew he wasn’t making much sense, was as far gone as she was, but she was close, desperate for release, tears in her eyes from the build up of sensations she could barely take: him in her pussy and in her mouth and the firm slaps sending tremors deep into her core.
“You’re so good,” he was panting. “You feel so good, you’re so fucking wet, you’re so fucking close, look at you taking my dick and my fingers, so good, so good… So fucking come, Evie, right now, or I swear I will keep going until you come…”
She came with a strangled cry, quaking from a stinging slap, from his fingers plunging inside her, just as he spilt himself in her mouth, shuddering and pulsing. “Swallow it, take it all…” He held her there until she had, then lifted her from him, held her to his chest, arms tight around her, stroking her hair and saying her name like she was the most precious thing in the world.