Chapter 20 Flo #2
“Fuck, Evan,” I murmur, pleasure rocketing through me. I begin to rock my hips with each thrust of my fingers, my tits bouncing with the movement.
“You have no idea how badly I want to replace your fingers with mine. To feel how wet you are for me.”
“Do it.” My body twinges at the thought, and even though for a second Evan’s jaw works as if he’s about to do just that, he grips the counter instead, knuckles turning white, holding himself back.
“Follow my rhythm, trouble, nice and slow. That’s it. Follow me.”
I do as I’m told, pumping into myself at the exact same time he draws his hand to the head of his penis and twists, but I wriggle when he slows himself down to the point he’s almost stopped. He’s smirking, enjoying teasing me. “Shit, Evan, go faster.”
He cocks a brow, hand frozen.
“Please,” I murmur, and he immediately speeds up, but says, “I’m trying to make this last, Flo. It’s been a long fucking time since I’ve seen a woman like this.”
I dip my chin. With a low huff, Evan locks his lips with mine again, his tongue exploring my mouth. The hand not pumping his cock finds its way to the back of my head, tangling in my hair.
“Fuck. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me for the past month? You’re absolute torture.”
My thumb flicks over my clit. “That’s just how I like it.”
“Of course you do. Add another finger for me, baby.”
My spare hand grips Evan’s thick shoulder as I adhere to his request, my fingers stretching my pussy, and even though Evan can’t see anything, he looks anyway, eyes hazy.
“Fuck, Evan,” I sigh as I race towards my peak, fingers pumping faster.
“That’s it, say my name, Flo.” His towel slips slightly, revealing the start of his dark pubic hair, and I latch onto the sight. “Tell me who’s making you drip all over the bathroom counter right now.”
“You,” I reply breathlessly.
“And whose name are you going to call out when you come?”
“Yours.”
With one hand pumping myself, and the other braced against the counter to stop myself from falling into the sink, holding me back from manoeuvring my shorts to the side to bare all to Evan, I eye-fuck him as he fucks himself.
A loud moan rips from my throat. “This feels so good. I’m close.”
“Watching you is fucking heaven,” is Evan’s throaty response, rocking into his hand. “That’s it, fuck that pussy for me.”
My fingers grip onto the side of the basin as my body spasms, pussy clamping down around my fingers while I continue to fuck them in and out.
With hooded eyes, my pleasure building and building, I flutter my eyelashes, resisting the urge to blink them.
I don’t want to miss a second of what’s happening right now.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this, Flo.” Evan’s voice wobbles slightly, like he’s getting close. “Soaking wet and moaning for me. All for me.”
I never want this moment to end. I swear, when I first arrived here, I enjoyed nothing more than pushing this man over the edge. Taunting him. Making his life difficult. But being a nuisance to him is no longer my favourite pastime. Watching him groan my name with wet lips and desperate eyes is.
Evan focuses on me, mesmerised, and within a second, he growls, hips thrusting his dick into his hand at a rougher pace.
“Fuck, Flo,” he almost whimpers, and I swear I’m about to melt seeing the effect I have on this man.
We’re a tangle of moans and groans, and his steely arms ripple and pulsate as he locks lips with me again.
It sends me over the edge, and I groan loudly before clattering over the cliff of my pleasure. “Evan, I’m coming! Oh my God! Shit!”
“That’s it, let me hear it.” He grunts as he comes, his rocking slowing as he pumps himself, vision trained on my shaking form.
We take our time to breathe, the bathroom steamy and hot, condensation dripping down the walls. It makes it hard to take a deep breath of air, but it doesn’t stop both of us from releasing a chorus of elated sighs and chuckles as we gaze at each other.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that before,” I say honestly, and I remove my fingers from myself and run them under the faucet.
Evan washes his own hands, tongue darting out to dab at his lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
The way he’s looking at me, all dark eyes and desire—I wonder if doing that got me out of his system… because he’s definitely not out of mine.
There’s a knock, and we both snap our heads towards the front door of the hotel room, which we can see through the open bathroom door.
“Who’s that?” I’m concerned that someone heard me screaming and called the police.
Evan presses a soft kiss to the top of my head and chuckles deeply, before his brows furrow once he realises what he just did without even thinking. It makes my heart swell. I don’t think I’ve ever received a head kiss from a guy before. “My steak. Want some?”
“I’m always down for some meat,” I snigger, and we spend the next thirty minutes on the couch, eating and watching television mindlessly, with my legs hoisted over Evan’s stomach, like we’re some kind of normal couple without the weight of the world on our shoulders.
It’s nice, even if it’s only for a little while.