Chapter 31
ALARIC
The moment her knees hit the floor, another zap of electricity shoots from the base of my spine to my tightening balls. I’m dangerously close to coming already, my length pulsating involuntarily in my fist.
My mind reels as I drink her in. Even before my workout, I’d resigned myself to another night alone. Never in my wildest, most wonderful fantasies did I imagine she’d appear before me like this.
That doesn’t mean I didn’t hope.
I left the door between us open, thinking there was a slight chance she’d check it when she returned from wherever her plans had taken her. Thinking she might need an invitation.
She never needs an invitation where I’m concerned.
I crave her presence the way I crave air and plans and control.
I was already close to release when she waltzed into the bathroom.
My hands had drifted down, capturing my length after I’d quickly scrubbed the sweat from my body. My evening workout did nothing to dull the frustration searing my veins.
Because what I want, what I need, isn’t something I can conjure up for myself.
I just want her.
And now she’s right here.
“You look so pretty on your knees,” I say loud enough for her to hear through the door.
Wide blue eyes track my every movement as I jerk myself harder. The way her mouth has formed a little O only ratchets up my desire. The thought of painting those pretty parted lips with cum zips through my brain, and an instant later, I unload against the glass.
A swell of pleasure rolls through my limbs, converging in my aching balls as ropes of release erupt from my cock.
Fire and ice surge through my core; visions of sparkling blue mirrors and red lips parted in pleasure overtake me as I throw my head back and groan. With a hand planted on the side wall of the shower, I close my eyes and steady myself. “Fuck.”
I’m still lost to the intensity of my orgasm when cold air whooshes around me.
Startling, I straighten, my eyes snapping open.
Evangeline is still on her knees, lips parted, staring up at me with a wanton, lustful gaze.
Just like I fantasized. Except the image of her is crystal clear now, because she slid open the door.
She licks her lips.
In response, my cock spasms, pushing out another rope of cum.
She tracks the release, though quickly zeroes in on the remnants clinging to my crown, her bottom lip pressing out in a little pout that makes my knees buckle.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, she drags her attention up to my face. “I want to taste you.”
Fuck, the eroticism of her admission is enough to make stars dance in my vision. Worried I’ll collapse, I press into the tiled wall harder.
Without letting go of the wall, I shuffle forward, still holding my length, and align it with her lips.
“Go on, then, angel. Stick out your hot little tongue and have a taste.”
Rising up on her knees, she surges forward and encircles my tip with her perfect red-painted lips. Eyes fluttering shut, she swirls her tongue along the ridge, lapping up the remnants of my release.
A soft moan starts in her throat, the vibration zapping right to my core.
Her ministrations are gentle. She sucks softly on the head of my cock, and when she traces the slit, she moans again, then rubs her tongue back and forth over it and sucks harder, like I’m her favorite piece of candy. Like she wants it all.
Chin tucked, I cup the side of her face.
Her eyes shoot open, though she doesn’t release me.
“You look so perfect on your knees for me. You’re making me feel so damn good.”
Her eyes shine with admiration from the praise, so I push a little farther.
“You know what I think, angel?”
She hums around my length.
“I think you like warming my cock in that smart mouth of yours. I bet you’re getting wet right now from holding me right there between those pretty, puffy lips.”
She nods, eyes widening, keeping me in her mouth.
“Such a good girl.” I trace the cupid’s bow of her upper lip, admiring the way it’s stretched out to accommodate me. “You look so pretty like this. You’re doing such a good job.”
Tears well in her eyes, but she doesn’t release me. She doesn’t pull away. I wipe at the moisture there, caressing her face once more.
“You were made for my pleasure, Evangeline. Made for me to do with as I please.”
She’s nodding so frantically now I fear she might hurt her neck.
“Your panties are tucked beneath my pillow, you know. I was going to use them to get myself off while I laid alone in my bed tonight. But I won’t have to do that now, will I?” I bend a bit lower, stroking her jaw, then running the pad of my thumb down the length of her neck.
She swallows, taking more of my shaft into her mouth.
“That’s it, baby. Do that again and see if you can get all of me down your throat.”
She does as she’s told, swallowing around my half-mast length and taking me as deep as she can. When her nose brushes against my pubic bone, I use both hands to lightly collar her neck.
“Look at you, angel. You’re doing so well. It feels so good being nestled deep in that pretty little throat. You have no idea how much it pleases me to see you take me all the way down.”
She moans around me, making a fresh wave of pleasure roll through my dick. At this rate I’ll be hard again before I step out of the shower.
“You’re doing such a good job for me,” I assure her, “but I’m desperate to taste you now. Are you going to let me put my mouth on you?”