Chapter 20 Ruth #2
I pull one knee up towards my chest, wrapping it around his waist and opening my hips to feel him between my thighs.
He’s hard, pressing insistently against me as my hips begin to rock of their own accord.
The sparks of desire are becoming flames of need as his cock rubs against me and his mouth lavishes my nipples with the most glorious attention I think they’ve ever received.
Everett is definitely a boob guy; the thought occurs as he releases my nipple with a pop and a light moan before moving to the other one.
I tangle my fingers in his hair, holding his head to me. I think I could come just from this.
“I want to make you feel good,” I say breathlessly. “Will you show me how?”
His breath comes out in a silent, sharp laugh.
“Ruth, feasting on you is all I need to make me feel good,” he says. “You’re incredible.”
“But I want—”
“You don’t have to do anything, baby girl.”
I lock eyes with him, those beautiful blue-grey orbs almost navy between the dim light and desire.
“I want to. I-I want to let you fuck my mouth. I’ve never… I need you to tell me what to do, how to make you feel good. Please.”
I’m ready to beg on my knees for this man. Just when I think they can’t, his eyes darken even further, and he slides us to the edge of the bed.
“On your knees,” he demands softly, swinging his legs over the side and opening them wide enough for me to slide between them.
He takes his cock in his hand and strokes it a few times.
I felt it pressing against me earlier but now it’s quite literally staring me in the face, and it’s huge.
I have no idea how it fits in his pants, or how it’ll fit in my mouth, never mind anywhere else—but fuck, the throbbing between my legs is so intense, I need to try.
I need him with a ferocity I’ve never felt before. Fuck, the apprehension, the excitement—
“Open your mouth, baby girl,” he instructs, guiding himself to me. I lower my mouth to meet him halfway. “That’s it, breathe through your nose.”
I hollow out my cheeks and suck him as deep as I can, until I feel his tip bump the back of my throat and I gag, pulling away with a cough.
“That’s okay, baby, just keep breathing,” he coaches me.
I take him in my mouth again, sucking him down but stopping sooner this time.
He reaches for my hands and guides them to his cock, using one to stroke himself between my lips and his base, and the other to cup his balls.
He uses my hand to squeeze lightly before wrapping his hands in my hair and guiding my head in and out.
Boldly, I move my tongue, sliding it up and down his thick cock as he fucks my mouth slowly. A long, loud moan leaves his mouth as his head falls back and his hips buck harder, a steady rhythm beginning as he moves my head in time to meet his thrusts.
My eyes are watering and my mouth is full of so much saliva, but I continue licking and sucking at him, experimenting with the movements of my hands and tongue.
Every time he moans, I repeat my actions.
The ache between my legs is unbearable and I drop one hand between my legs, desperate for some relief.
“Fucking hell,” he bites out. “Watching you get off on sucking my dick. Such a perfect fucking beautiful girl.”
I pull back, almost fully releasing him, and suck him down again, and he groans loudly, fisting his hands tightly in my hair. I gasp at the sting as he pulls at my scalp, and my whole body is hot, so hot, everything is on fire and it feels so good and—
“So fucking good, baby,” he says through heavy breaths. “Such a good girl, on your knees for me, sucking my cock like this. Such a good fucking girl. You’re gonna make me come, baby.”
I nod slightly. That’s the idea. I can’t let him go now. My index and middle fingers are pressed hard against my clit, circling furiously, my eyes are watering and my entire body is trembling as my tongue slides up and down his length.
“Can I come in your mouth, baby? Or do you want me to pull out?”
I suck him as deep as I dare. I glance up at him, hoping he can read my eyes.
He moves my head in tandem with the thrust of his hips as I continue to suck, growing bolder each time until I take him so deep he bumps the back of my throat again.
I exhale heavily through my nose, trying not to gag again.
“Fuck,” he bites out. “Fuck, baby girl, I’m gonna come.”
And he does. Hot, salty ribbons hit the back of my tongue and slide down my throat and I swallow them down with a shudder. Holy fuck. Watching him come like that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—the hottest thing I’ve ever done. With the hottest man who’s ever walked the planet.
No, the old Ruth Bevan can’t come to the phone. Why? Because she’s been well and truly fucked into oblivion by a Texan Adonis, and replaced by a saucy sex goddess in boots.
“Such a dirty girl, swallowing all my cum,” he murmurs, pulling me up and sitting me in his lap. “And you’re fucking soaked. Look at you, dripping all over my legs. Is all that for me?”
I nod.
He swipes a finger through the wetness I left on his thigh and brings it to my mouth. I suck it clean, exhaling with a shaky breath. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows roughly, palming his still-hard cock.
Sex has always been so vanilla for me. It’s always been plain old missionary with boys who are only interested in their own happy ending.
It’s no wonder I’ve never been able to come before.
But Everett is a man. We haven’t had sex at all yet—not the penetrative kind—but he’s made me come twice already, and I’m so ready for a third time, so carefully balanced and just barely holding on to this knife edge that I think I’ll explode if he so much as breathes on me.
“What do you want now, baby girl?” His voice is a low rumble, murmured under his breath, his lips to my ear and his face pressing into that sensitive spot along my jaw. I tilt my head, allowing him access.
“You.”
“I need to hear you say it, baby. I need you to tell me straight up.”
“I want you to fuck me, Ev.”
He moans, pushing me down to the mattress and crawling over me. He reaches for the nightstand and grabs a foil packet from the drawer, tearing it open.
“May I?” I ask. He exhales a shaky breath and sits back on his heels, handing me the condom. Slowly, I roll it down his thick cock, watching with fascination as his eyes slam closed. When I’m done, he opens his eyes and moves over me again, gripping himself in a fist and stroking himself lazily.
Suddenly, I’m nervous. He’s so much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.
“You okay, baby girl? We don’t have to—”
“You’re so big,” I manage to say. “I don’t—it won’t fit—”
“Just relax.” He smiles. He’s practically preening. “You can take it, honey. I’ll go as slow as you need me to. Just keep breathing.”
He swipes his tip through my entrance and then pushes in.
I gasp at the burn as I stretch around him.
He’s too big, it’s too much, and it’s just the tip.
Fuck. I need him so badly I might die if he doesn’t fuck me senseless, but I might die if he does.
His monster cock might tear me in two. My thighs clench around his hips and I twist away from the sensation.
He stills, and I feel the shakiness of his breath as his chest presses against mine.
“Kiss me,” he demands after a beat of stillness.
He crushes his lips to mine, swiping his tongue inside, and as I relax into the kiss, he pushes himself deeper, a little at a time.
I moan into his mouth and he lifts my thigh, adjusting the angle, pressing my knee to my chest and pushing deeper still.
It’s life-altering and life-affirming at the same time.
He huffs out a breath, stilling his movement.
Suddenly, the pain releases and the burn falls away into something exquisite.
I feel his moan as it pulls from his chest, pressed against mine, and I taste it in his kiss as he surges forward one last time, pushing all the way home.
And then we’re skin to skin as his hips meet mine, and he whispers a quiet curse into my mouth.
Home.
I’ve been searching for it my whole life, and in an instant, I know. Home isn’t a place. Home is this feeling of rightness, of light and peace and freedom blanketing me. Home is a person. Home is a cowboy who stole my heart. It’s his hands on my body and his lips on my skin.
Home is Everett Tanner.
“You tell me when to move,” he says against my lips.
I buck my hips beneath him, and the words that escape me are the only words I can come up with in this moment. “Move, Ev. Please, fuck.”
“With pleasure,” he smirks, and rocks his hips back and forth, thrusting slowly at first before picking up the pace.
It’s divine. He’s so big, but he fills me perfectly.
I’ve never felt anything this good. The friction is incredible, sending me wild and unrestrained as his pelvic bone slams into me with every thrust. Loud moans leave my lips unbidden; his name, God’s name, yes, yes, yes.
“Look at you, baby girl,” he pants. “Look how perfect your pretty cunt is. Look how perfectly you take my cock.”
My body is getting hotter and hotter, everything is brighter, everything is louder, everything feels more—
“Fuck!” The curse leaves me in a scream as I come, lights exploding behind my eyes and my limbs buzzing until they turn numb. At first, I don’t even realise the scream is mine. I’ve never come during sex. I’ve never come so hard, and I’ve certainly never screamed my way through an orgasm before.
Holy fuck.
Everett continues to thrust, pounding relentlessly, and when he reaches down to rub a finger against my clit, my knees pull higher, the tension almost unbearable.
My heels rest on his back, pushing him even closer, deeper, driving his cock right into the most perfect pressure point inside me.
His breathing becomes louder and heavier, small moans escaping his lips as he rubs erratic circles against my clit.
Knowing that I—as relatively inexperienced as I may be—can have this effect on him spurs me on.
Fuck, I think I’m going to come again. Fuck, fuck, fuck—
“Fuck,” he grunts, as I explode beneath him for a second time.
We come together this time, milking each other, drawing out our orgasms as long as possible until we’re spent and sweaty, limp-limbed and exhausted.
He rolls off me after a moment, ridding himself of the condom and pulling me into his arms.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe. I don’t think I’ve ever said that word quite so much in my life as I have tonight. I had no idea sex could be so… sexy. I had no idea an orgasm could feel so fucking good.
“Relax now, baby girl,” he murmurs. He sits up and reaches down to my knees, sliding the boots off my feet and standing them neatly beside the bed.
Then, with one hand low on my belly, settling my still-trembling muscles, he kisses my forehead and the tip of my nose, before capturing my lips in another searing kiss. “You did so good. Just relax now.”