Chapter 36
Chapter thirty-six
Ruth
“We didn’t use a condom.” Everett is still breathless, still holding me against the door. We’re both freshly fucked, naked and sweaty, and with trembling limbs, I unlock my ankles from behind his hips. He slips out of me as he pulls back, giving me just enough space for my feet to hit the floor.
“Are you good?” I ask. He nods, worry marring his beautiful face. “Then I don’t care.” I push up on my toes to kiss him one more time. “I have an implant. No surprises. I tested negative. And I’m with you. Only you.”
“Only me, Ruth,” he growls. “Only me.” His next kiss is possessive, punishing, as he pulls me into the ensuite bathroom and switches on the shower.
I’ve been daydreaming of this moment for weeks, desperate to speed up time, just to pause it again at this moment.
I push Everett beneath the spray, running my hands down his torso from his shoulders to his hips.
He’s an absolute God of a man. Thick, corded muscle wraps his tanned, tattooed arms. His six-pack abs are the kind I thought only existed in airbrushed magazine shoots.
And don’t even get me started on that V, the way his hips cut down deliciously to join the trail of hair running from his navel to his cock. His huge, perfect cock.
Hands on his hips, I drop to my knees.
I haven’t done this since our first time, a month ago. We’ve had sex since—we spent most of that visit naked, after all—but that was my first, and so far my only blowjob. Until right now.
“Baby girl, you don—” Everett starts to speak, but I silence him with my mouth as I wrap it around the head of his cock.
He’s still hard, utterly insatiable. A strangled moan falls from his lips as he tips his head back, letting the water fall into his face.
I swirl my tongue around his tip, lapping up the moisture beginning to leak. I can still taste myself on him.
His hands move to my head, fingers curling into fists, tangling in my hair and tugging lightly as I suck him deeper.
I use my tongue to stroke along the underside and his grip on my hair tightens; another moan mixes with the sound of water hitting the shower pan.
There’s water in my eyes and I scrunch them closed.
I use my hand to work what my mouth can’t take, stroking the base of his length and massaging his balls lightly.
“Ruth, honey, get up,” he whispers urgently. “Fuck.”
I release him just for a moment. “You’re coming in my mouth, Ev. I want you to paint my throat with your cum.”
He shudders, a long groan leaving his lips as I take him in my mouth again, this time moving my head in time with the way he thrusts his hips against me.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “Fuck, fuck.” Each curse comes with another rock of his hips as he guides my head with his hands. “Fuck.”
I almost choke with the force of his orgasm.
Hot and tangy, he explodes in my mouth, and it continues as I swirl my tongue and suck at his shaft.
A loud, strangled groan rolls through him as he rocks his hips against my face one last time, before his whole body shudders and he stumbles back against the tiles.
“Fuckin’ Christ, baby girl,” he says with a heavy exhale.
I peer up at him through the water droplets coating my lashes.
“You’re a fucking goddess.” He reaches down for my hand and I stand on shaky legs.
I thought the last time I sucked his cock was the hottest thing I’d ever done, but today, first against the door, and now in the shower, has toppled it.
I’m so turned on I can hardly see straight.
“I need you to make me come, Ev,” I whisper as he pulls me against his body. “I need to come so badly.”
“Sucking my cock got you all worked up, huh?” His eyes are hooded, his smile lazy and blissful. “Don’t you worry, baby girl. I know just the thing. Turn around for me, put your hands on the wall.”
I must look hesitant, because Everett takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger and his eyes lock with mine.
“Do you trust me, baby girl?”
I nod, and he gives me a gentle shove to trade places with him. I press my hands and forearms against the wall, and Everett grabs my hips, pulling them back towards him. I’m leaning forward against the tiles like some pin-up girl.
“A fucking goddess, baby girl,” he whispers.
He kisses a slow line down my spine, licking over the tattooed letters in the dimple above my bum before pressing his lips to each cheek.
Then, he ducks between my legs. The next thing I feel is his mouth on my clit, his tongue rolled to a point, probing the over-sensitive nerves.
I feel my legs tremble, knees ready to give out, and Everett’s hands grab my hips to hold me steady.
No one’s ever had me like this. Not the way Everett has—the way I’ve given myself so freely, so completely.
“Fucking beautiful goddess.” His words rumble against my pussy. The vibration alone is almost enough to make me come. I ache. I squeeze my eyes closed as his lips press against my entrance. I breathe out a tiny whimper as his tongue slips inside. “Fucking dripping for me.”
The whimpers get louder as he licks through my slit.
“God damn, Ruth, is all this for me? All of this from sucking me off?” I can’t see his face, but I can imagine his exact expression—that one of wonder, where he looks at me like he’s never seen something quite like me before.
Where his eyes sparkle with awe. I nod, and then I realise he probably can’t see my face.
So I attempt to say yes, except it comes out as a hiss.
“You like it when I put my mouth right here?”
I hiss again, louder this time, and Everett’s mouth moves back just a little. His tongue darts out to lick lightly at the space between my entrance and my other hole.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp. “Fuck, Ev—fuck, please.”
He laughs against me again, and I feel the deep rumble of his chuckle like a shockwave from my core, through my veins.
He presses open-mouthed kisses across my pussy before I feel his lips close around my clit, and he sucks hard.
I feel as much as I hear him moan as he works me over with his mouth, his movements relentless.
My legs shake. My whole body trembles, and I can hear the rush of my blood in my ears as it pumps through my body.
Two fingers slip easily into my slick heat, and when they curl just right, I fall apart with a sob.
I’m still shaking, my breath coming in loud gasps, when Everett slips his fingers from me and stands, pulling me against him. His skin is cool and damp where mine is hot, having stayed in the shower spray while Everett was on his knees outside its reach.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” he whispers into the crook where my neck meets my shoulder. He turns me in his arms and lifts my chin to meet my eyes. “I’ve got you. Always. In all ways.”