Chapter 5 Evie #2
I shrug my shoulders and tuck a blowing strand of hair behind my ear.
“I wish I could say that my dad was so heartbroken that he started drinking to try and cope with it, but the truth is he was a nasty drunk before she died, and her death just made it worse.” I’m surprised I’ve told him all this.
I never talk to anyone about my personal life, but Valeri makes me want to share things with him, to open up in a way that I never have before.
“I’m very sorry, Evie.”
I grab the container of fruit and give him a big smile. “It’s fine. No more sad stuff. I don’t want to waste what little time we have.”
He smiles and tosses his wrapper in the basket before stealing one of my strawberries. “True enough. There are far better ways to spend our time.”
When he cups the back of my head and pulls me closer, I don’t resist. Setting the container aside, I gladly turn my attention to him.
He tastes like the strawberry he just ate, and I’m hungry for more.
I may not have experience on my side, but I have years of sexual frustration that’s boiling over, making it impossible for me to stop.
Every time his lips touch mine, every swipe of his skilled tongue, the feel of his hand cupping my head in a possessive grip—it all works together to make me feel like I’m about to fucking explode.
Something takes over, some ravenous part of myself that’s never been allowed to come out awakens under his touch, and I’m not sure which one of us is more surprised when I push him down onto his back and straddle him.
He groans against my mouth, kissing me harder and pulling off my glasses before threading his hands in my hair.
When I press harder against him and rock my hips, I’m stunned to feel the hard length of him beneath me.
I may be a virgin, but I’ve fucked myself more times than I can remember, and I’ve always had to make due with just my hand or the showerhead.
My whole world grows a bit bigger when I feel his hard cock against my pussy.
I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to.
Like a woman possessed, I grind against him, so fucking greedy for every second of pleasure I can get.
I kiss him harder, moaning against his lips until the orgasm thunders through me, giving me no choice but to scream and give in to my release.
With a growl, he sucks my bottom lip, giving me a hard enough bite to send another shiver through me as he slides one hand down to cup my ass, grinding me even harder against him.
The movement sends aftershocks all through me, and once the rush of pure ecstasy starts to fade, the reality of what I’ve just done hits me full force.
He feels the change and somehow knows exactly what I’m thinking. Giving my ass a soft smack, he breaks our kiss with a big grin on his face. “Please tell me you’re not regretting what just happened, because I fucking loved it, Evie.”
I try to turn away, but he cups my face, refusing to let me go, so I do the only thing I can do and close my eyes, which just makes him laugh. I can’t help it, though. I’m too embarrassed to look at him right now.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” I whisper.
“I’m really glad you did.” He runs his fingers over my face, gently tracing a line along my cheek and forehead and down my nose before ghosting them over my lips.
“It seems selfish,” I admit.
“How so?”
I’m glad I can’t see the amusement in his eyes, because hearing it in his voice is bad enough. He laughs when I give an embarrassed groan. “I know you’re used to more,” I whisper, fully aware that his hard cock is still pressing against me. “But I’m not ready for that.”
“Then we wait,” he says, and the calm, it’s no biggie tone of his voice has my eyes popping open. “There’s my girl.” He smiles, and I blush.
“What the hell are you doing with me?” Before he can say anything, I rest my hand on his chest and say, “You could have anyone, Valeri. We both know it. I can’t understand why you keep wanting to spend time with me.”
I give a surprised yelp when he quickly flips us. His body hovers above mine, putting just enough pressure on me so I can feel how big and powerful he is but not enough to make me feel like I’m trapped, although I most definitely am.
“I want to spend time with you, lapochka, because you’re the one I want. I don’t give a fuck about any other woman.” He presses his cock harder against me. “And stop worrying about me. I’m not going to die from a hard-on.”
When I wrap my legs around him and pull him closer, he groans and gives me a wink. “You trying to make a liar out of me?”
“No, I’m afraid I’m going to wake up and realize this was all just a dream, so I want to touch you while I can.”
His face softens as he looks down at me, bracing his forearms on either side of my head so I’m completely cocooned by him.
“I’m not going anywhere. I can promise you that.”
I reach up and cup his face, wanting to touch him, to memorize every damn detail. His face is smooth today, and when he smiles, I run my finger over his dimple, savoring the feel of him beneath my fingers. He’s perfect, and it makes me worry about so many things.
“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out like an idiot.
He smiles again. “I picked up on that.”
“That obvious, huh?”
“Not because you did anything wrong. You’re just very hesitant and shy.
” He runs his thumb along my cheek. “I love that you are, Evie, please don’t be embarrassed, and I’m glad you told me.
I know we just met not that long ago, but I want you to know that I’m not seeing anyone else.
I haven’t looked at another woman since I first saw you. ”
“You’re not?”
“I’m not. Are you?”
I laugh and say, “No.”
“Good.” He leans closer, kissing a line down my jaw until he’s burying his face against my neck, lighting my body on fire again when he gives me a soft bite and then licks away the sting. “I want you all to myself,” he whispers.
When he moves his hips, grinding his hard cock against me, the friction on my still sensitive pussy pulls a gasp from my body. He groans and licks the crook of my neck, slowly kissing his way down.
“Valeri,” I whisper when I feel him pull the neck of my shirt down.
“Relax, baby, the shirt’s staying on.”
My breath hitches when I feel his teeth graze my skin. He’s still pressing his cock against my clit, hitting me right where I need him to, and I think I’m wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
He kisses along my collarbone before dipping lower, being careful to not pull my shirt too low.
“Valeri,” I whisper again, feeling the orgasm start to build to the breaking point.
“I’ve got you, lapochka.” He gives me one more rub, pushing me over the edge before he presses his lips to my skin and sucks hard while my body bucks up to his.
Grasping his head, I tighten my legs around him as my back arches up and everything else fades away except the man who’s completely transformed my life, and it’s only his body that’s keeping me from floating right up to the damn sky.
When I start to slowly come down, he murmurs against my skin, “You have no idea how badly I wish I could keep you here all day, giving you orgasm after orgasm until you can’t even remember your name.”
I run my hands through his thick, dark hair, unable to stop the goofy grin from spreading across my face.
He gives me one more kiss before lifting his head.
Running his finger over the skin he just sucked, I look down at the deep purple hickey he’s given me.
I’m no stranger to bruises, but this is the first one I’ve ever been happy to see.
“When you look in the mirror, this is the bruise I want you to focus on.” He reaches a hand up to brush my cheek. “This one you don’t see. Only mine. Do you understand?”
I nod my head.
“The only marks you should ever have on your body are ones that I’ve given you, lapochka, and I can’t tell you how much it pisses me off to know that another man has dared to mark your beautiful skin.”
He shakes his head softly, and the pained look on his face surprises me. I figured he wouldn’t be thrilled to know my dad sometimes hits me, but I hadn’t expected him to genuinely be upset by it. Aside from Gale, no one else ever has been.
“I’ll be fine,” I tell him. “Most of the time I can avoid him.”
“I don’t suppose you’d let me get you out of there?”
When I try to sit up, he scoots back to give me room. The dark grey Henley shirt he’s wearing looks mouthwatering on him, highlighting how fucking ripped he is. I look away so I can focus and grab my glasses, slipping my protective armor back on.
“I’m fine, Valeri. I’ll eventually save enough to get my ass out of there, but until then, it’s home.”
“What if I could get you an apartment? Hell, you can stay with me. I know that sounds crazy, but I have plenty of room.”
“Don’t you think you should at least know me for a full two weeks before you invite me to move in?”
“Fine, I’ll ask again in a few days.”
I smile, but he just lifts a dark brow at me because he’s definitely not joking. I’ve never had anyone be protective of me, and I’m not at all surprised to find that I really like it.
“You’re not going to want to hear this,” I tell him, “but I need to get back.”
“At least let me drop you off at your house instead of the bus stop.”
“He can’t know about you,” I quickly say, grabbing onto his hand. “He would be furious, and I can’t have you getting hurt because of me.”
He squeezes my hand and leans closer. “Do not waste a second of your time worrying about me. He can’t hurt me. You’re just going to have to trust me on that.”
I start to pack up the basket, wishing I could spend all day here with him. Seagulls squawk above us, hoping for some food, but I remember reading that feeding them actually does more harm than good, so I resist the urge to give them scraps and instead tuck it all back inside.
“Can I please drive you home?”