Chapter 24 #2
“And you’re mine,” I confirmed, wanting to give him the same assurances in return. “I will be at the Oscars with you, Brodes. As long as you think it’s safe to do so. I will stand proudly by your side.”
His hold tightened. “I’ll make it safe, I promise.”
I knew he would. If there was one thing none of the guys fucked around with, it was my safety. Even before they gave a single shit about me, they’d been diligent in that area.
I fell asleep that night between Brodie and Ethan, and when I woke at 2:00 a.m. needing to pee, I found Haze on the couch downstairs, scrolling his phone in the quiet darkness.
As I padded over to him, he opened his arms and I sank into his lap. There was always a tense moment where I wondered if he would push me away, but when his entire body relaxed behind me—except that one part of him that appeared to be permanently hard—it allowed me to relax too.
“You okay?” I asked him, my voice sleepy as I rested my head against his shoulder. Haze seemed to like it when I nuzzled into him, and I liked the way he smelled. I really couldn’t get enough.
“I’m okay, love,” he said softly. “Just dealing with some drama to do with my international espionage charges. The time zone differences meant I had to take some calls.”
Shifting in his lap, I found myself deliberately rubbing against the massive length trapped between us.
Yeah, I was a tease, but he seemed to like it, so I’d keep playing this game until both of us finally got to ease our needs.
I was getting plenty of sex, but this teasing game with Haze always left me on edge. I couldn’t imagine how he felt.
“Are you in more trouble?” I asked him, barely able to ignore the pulse between my thighs.
His grip on my hips tightened as he thrust a little against me, expression filled with pained want. “Actually, less it seems. They might have finally struck a deal, and with some information I had as a bargaining chip, Andrew’s mom seems set to get me off completely.”
Joy filled me as I wrapped my arms around his neck and adjusted my seat so I was straddling him. Which of course, put my core right where his cock was, the hardness scraping over my clit. Even through our sweats, it had me groaning, and Haze followed suit.
His eyes were heavy-lidded as we stared at each other, and I wasn’t the only one breathing heavily.
“You’re fucking killing me,” he whispered in a hoarse rush of words.
“I’ve never felt like this before. At most it was curiosity, but this pulsing fucking need might be worse than the worst torture I’ve ever experienced. ”
That hurt my heart, and as I pressed my hands to his pecs, I leaned down to brush my lips across his. “I don’t want you to feel tortured,” I said softly. “Let me make it better.”
It was immediately obvious he was about to refuse, but I didn’t give him a chance, kissing him again, feeling more confident in my ability to touch him. “Please,” I added, not above begging. “I want to do this for you.”
When I pulled back, his expression was torn, but he didn’t stop me.
I held his gaze until he eventually nodded, and with that, I slid myself down until I knelt on the floor between his huge, parted thighs.
The rug was soft under my knees, and I balanced myself by keeping both hands on the heavy muscles of his legs.
“You can tell me to stop at any time,” I told him, keeping my eyes locked on his. “No matter what. We’ll take it slow.”
“Evie Marie,” he groaned, staring down at me like a desperate man who was dying of thirst and I was the only glass of water left in the world. “Baby, I don’t need slow.”
“Lift,” I ordered in a soft, shaky voice as I reached for his sweats.
He complied, his core strength enough that he could stay elevated for as long as needed to tug the gray length down. He was bare beneath, and fuck, as the length of his cock popped into view, I stared at it for many long seconds.
Was that going to fit? How in the world…There were no small dicks in this house, but Haze was taking it to a whole other level.
“If you keep staring at it like that,” Haze said, warm humor in those words, “I won’t even need you to touch me.”
My fingers stroked along the velvet hardness of his shaft, marveling at the way it twitched in my hold.
He was impossibly hard, to the point it almost looked painful, the smooth tip beaded with pre-cum.
Pushing myself up, I licked across the next droplet, wanting to know how he tasted.
Haze’s groan morphed into a moan when I licked him again, widening my mouth to take the thick head inside.
He tasted good, like salt, man, and spice, and when I sucked he flooded my mouth with his essence.
I loved every second as I explored him with my mouth and hands. Haze held himself back at first, but as it continued, he gripped my hair, long fingers threading near the roots, guiding me against him. At no point did he show discomfort, and I forgot about going slow to give him time to adjust.
With my core pulsing around nothing, I rocked a little to ease my own throbbing. When his release came, I could have cried with how tenderly he held my face as he thrust between my parted lips. I hadn’t been able to take much of his length, but it didn’t appear to matter.
When he was thoroughly cleaned and still fairly hard against my tongue, I released him with a pop. “Fuck,” Haze whispered, staring at me like he’d never seen anything so amazing in his life. “I had no idea. I had no fucking idea.”
“Was it…okay?” A tendril of nerves remained as I found myself seeking reassurances.
Our first real sexual encounter, and I was assuming probably his first ever, felt like a lot of pressure. I hoped I hadn’t pushed too hard or fucked it up. Even though his expression was one of blissed-out happiness, I might be reading it wrong.
He hauled me into his lap and kissed the fuck out of me, seeming not to care that I’d just had a mouth full of his cum.
“Okay doesn’t even come close,” he growled against me.
“It was the most incredible experience of my life. Now appreciate what all the fuss is about. Your mouth…shit, Evie Marie, if that’s what you can do with your mouth, I might actually die when we have sex for real. ”
When, not if. It was an inevitability. I felt like he might be right about that.
As he kissed me, his fingers slipped down the front of my sweats, and I cried out at the explosion of pleasure his fingers caused. Inexperienced or not, he moved with surety and confidence. His fingertips slid through the moisture in my panties, and I rocked against him, desperate for more.
“Eve,” he whispered, a hint of awe in his tone. “I swear on my own life, I’ll do everything in my power to protect you, because honestly…I think I’m falling for you and it feels incredible.”
With that, he stroked his fingers over my clit until my body was thrumming and I fell apart in his lap, his whispered promises in my ear.