Chapter 15
STEVIE
I tried desperately to remember the details of Cinderella’s fairy godmother’s rules for when shit turned bad.
Because the rate I was going with the fire chief, I was about two pumpkins and an eggplant past midnight, and I was not willing to chance losing my shot at feeling the man’s foot slide into my glass slipper.
Stop, Stevie. You have no business trying to make metaphors work right.
I squirmed underneath Evan’s hard bulk. “As much as I could let you keep talking all night—and believe me we’re coming back to your list because it’s pretty epic—I really want you to get naked right now,” I said over the sound of my heart hammering in my ears.
Evan’s lips began a trail of ohdeargod down my neck and across my suddenly bare chest. I felt the head of my dick poke out of the top of the cheap jock, leaving a trail of slickness in its wake.
My head was dizzy with need and want and confusion over where to put my hands, my mouth, my eyes.
It was all so very stimulating and overwhelming.
I arched up into him again wanting to talk dirty to him and show him I was an equal partner in our intimacy.
But all that came out of my mouth was the word please, whimpered over and over in a hoarse chant as my eyes rolled back in pleasure.
His mouth was on me, his hands were all over my skin, and his deep rumbles of satisfaction vibrated throughout my entire body.
“Evan,” I begged.
He rolled me over and straddled the back of my thighs, intent on squeezing my ass and fondling the straps of the jock against my cheeks.
“Holy fuck,” he breathed, running his fingers under the elastic. “I almost don’t want to take this off you.”
“Take it off. Please take it off. My dick… I need…” I humped the mattress for friction which seemed to do something to my ass that made Evan’s rumbles turn into growls.
I felt a finger brush down my crease and across my hole.
“Oh god. Oh god,” I breathed, squeezing closed against the pad of his finger out of instinct.
“Stay here,” he commanded. As if I was suddenly going to run out to the Sip and Save for a pack of gum.
I closed my eyes and counted to ten thousand. Okay, fine. I counted to four before I blurted, “For the love of goddess what is taking you so long?”
Before I finished the last word, there was a slick finger against the entrance to my ass, and I sucked in a breath, trying and failing not to clench.
Evan stretched out on top of my body, his lips sliding along the nape of my neck until they rested against the shell of my ear. His finger gently pressed circles around my hole as he murmured into my ear with that sexy voice.
“Relax, sweetheart. I’m not going to do anything to hurt you. If you want to stop, just say stop.”
“I do not want to stop,” I bit out through gritted teeth. “If you stop, I’ll throw a hissy fit unlike anyth—”
The finger went in, stealing my breath at the same time his teeth bit down softly on my earlobe. Evan murmured something soothing through his busy mouth, but I couldn’t make it out. I was too busy carrying around a mental parade banner that said “For A Good Time, Gimme Your Digits.”
He toyed with my ass, fingering the hell out of me while I begged and pleaded for more. After he barely grazed my prostate, I propped myself up on all fours and arched my ass back toward him in hopes of getting him deeper, feeling him press against that magical spot again.
“I’m ready,” I hissed at one point.
“You’re not.”
Just as I was preparing to scream at him that he didn’t know my body as well as I did, he pushed a second finger in.
Holy ham on a biscuit, that’s tight. Maybe he was right and I was wrong, but I sure as hell would never tell him that.
“Oh godddd,” I repeated. “Touch my spot. Do it.”
“Bossy bottom,” Evan said with a chuckle before swiping firmly down against my gland.
Stars shot through the edges of my vision, my balls drew up tighter than ever before, and my dick dropped a thick stream of precum toward the bedcover.
“Newborn baby Jesus, that’s incredible,” I said in awe when I caught my breath. “I’ve been dildo-ing wrong all this time.”
“No more,” Evan grumbled.
“Huh?” I gasped as a third thick finger pierced me.
“You want something inside this precious ass, you come find me. Understand?”
“Nnhhngh.”
He stretched me as my brain whirled and my skin prickled.
Somewhere in the back of my head I realized I wasn’t giving his body any attention, but I couldn’t bring myself to do anything other than receive his ministrations.
My face was smashed into the comforter, and my arms were stretched above my head to the wooden headboard.
I realized it was only my ass still propped up in the air like a wanton hussy.
I fucking loved being a wanton hussy.
“More,” I demanded into the smooth fabric of the bedding.
The crinkle of a condom wrapper accompanied the squelch of more lube, and I realized he really was going to leave my jockstrap on.
My poor penis. It wanted out, but I couldn’t move my arms. It was like my entire body was a tuning fork and I didn’t want to fuck up the rhythm of the vibrations.
“Turn over, sweetheart. I want to look at you.”
Mother of pearl, I was going to cry like a baby. I was going to turn over and sob my undying love to the man and ruin everything.
“Stevie, turn over. I need to be able to see you’re okay when I finally get inside you.”
His large hand tugged on my hip, pulling me around until I was lying on my back. Evan looked down at me like a damned god from an ancient Greek myth. Strong, square-jawed, and staring at me with full-on intensity.
“This feels good,” I said stupidly. “Everything… I mean… yeah. It’s good. I’m good.”
His face softened into a sweet smile. “I’m glad. It’s supposed to be good. Supposed to be great, in fact.”
I nodded like an enthusiastic puppy. “Yeah, I know. And it sooo is. Like, really good.”
Was I allowed to facepalm during sex?
Evan winked at me before working my jock off. Thank fuck, my cock was free. It slapped against my stomach, leaving another string of precum along the skin of my stomach. Evan must have noticed it also, because he leaned down and took a swipe at it with his tongue before swallowing my cock.
Just as I was about to drown him in jizz, he pulled off and grinned up at me with a mischievous look on his face. “Not yet, baby. Not till I’m all the way inside you.”
“THEN FUCKING GET UP HERE AND FUCK ME ALREADY FOR FUCK’S SAKE!”
We stared at each other in the ensuing silence.
“You really are being a tease,” I said more calmly despite my rapid panting. “My dick is going to explode. Look at it.”
We both looked down to the angry, wet, purple prick hopping between us. “Help me,” I whimpered. “Have mercy on me, Chief.”
His eyes darkened at the title, and he grabbed my knees, folding them up toward my shoulders until my ass was laid out before him like a tasty treat. As he finally, finally pressed the head of his cock against my opening, I met his eyes.
And knew in that moment, I was owned completely by the man on top of me.