17. Is there something that’s greener than green?
Chapter seventeen
Is there something that’s greener than green?
Evan
The bedroom door thuds shut, but we barely notice the noise. Penny’s legs are still cinched around my waist, her breath hitching in between our frantic kisses.
I cross the room in three strides and lower her onto the mattress. She sinks into the dark sheets with her hair fanning out and lips parted, her bright blue eyes locked on me.
She bites her lip with a grin, while I brace one arm beside her head, hovering long enough to take her in.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I say, and then I’m kissing her again before she can answer.
The kiss turns messy fast, and I groan when her fingers slip beneath the back of my T-shirt, nails dragging over my skin. My hips shift against hers without thinking.
“Been thinking about this all week,” I admit against her mouth, my hand sliding up under her top. “Since the couch.”
“Yeah?” She catches my bottom lip between her teeth, tugging just enough to make my breath hitch. “Then quit talking and relive it properly.”
A low laugh leaves me, but it dies the second her body arches under my hand.
“You made noises that’ve haunted me for days,” I mutter, palming her breast.
Her stomach jerks as I roll her nipple, and a moan slips free.
“Mm,” I rumble, mouth brushing her jaw. “Those ones.”
I push her top higher, and she lifts her arms so I can tug it over her head. Her hair spills loose around her shoulders, and I don’t rush it—I let my eyes drag over her, taking in every inch before I lean down and close my mouth around her nipple through the lace of her bra.
The sound she makes punches straight through me, and when her hand dives into my hair, my cock jerks hard against my stomach.
“God, Pen—keep it down,” I whisper, half-laughing. “Elle’s got ears like a bat.”
She nods, but there’s mischief in her eyes. “You can try and make me.”
I move lower, popping the button on her jeans and dragging the zipper down. The second my fingers slide over damp lace, she sucks in a sharp breath, and another strangled sound slips free.
I hum, kissing up her throat. “This wet already, and I haven’t even tasted you.”
“Stop talking and fix that then,” she pants, tugging at my T-shirt until I strip it off.
We get tangled in the rest of stripping each other down, our hands everywhere, her laugh breaking when my zipper catches, and I swear under my breath.
By the time I finally shove everything off, we’re both breathing harder than we should be. Then, for one second, I'm frozen.
“Look at you.” I drag my hand from her hip to her ribs, watching goose bumps rise beneath my palm. “My fucking dream come true.”
Her eyes drop to take me in, gaze sliding over my chest, my stomach, lower.
“You’re one to talk.”
The way she looks at me makes something hot and possessive move through my blood, and it does something dangerous to me.
Her hand wraps around my cock, and she slowly pumps it as my head tips back.
“Protection?” she whispers.
“Yeah.” I reach for the nightstand, fingers brushing pens and batteries out of the way before finding the foil packet. “You want me to put it on now?”
Her gaze softens. “I have an IUD too, but yeah. Wrap up when you’re ready to fuck me.”
A low chuckle rumbles out of me. “That’s my girl.”
I shift back, hooking my arms behind her knees and dragging her to the edge of the bed, where I pause there for a beat.
“One more thing,” I say, more seriously. “If anything feels off or too much, gimme a color. Green means keep going, yellow means slow, red means we stop. No questions.”
She studies my face, then nods. “Okay.”
I hold her gaze a second longer. “Color, sweetheart?”
“Green,” she breathes, then smirks. “Firefighter.”
Heat rolls through me, and I spread her knees wide.
“Good,” I mumble, lowering between them. “Because I’m fucking starving.”
The first slow lick makes her whole body arch, and she slaps a palm over her mouth, eyes scrunched tight. I smile against her, circling the tip of my tongue over her clit until her thighs start to tremble around my shoulders.
Every muffled sound hits me hard, and I slide two fingers inside her, curling them just right. She curses against her hand.
“Oh, fuck—greeeeen,” she gasps out, barely audible.
I groan into her, parting her with my thumbs, slowing it down again just to feel her chase it.
Then another long stroke of my tongue, and her body arches off the mattress again.
She muffles her moans in her forearm as I seal my lips around her clit, watching the way her other hand claws at the mattress.
“You taste so fucking good, Penny,” I rasp, and she answers with a broken moan, her hips lifting toward my mouth.
“Evan, fuck…” Her thighs spread wider, chasing it now. “You’re gonna make me—”
“Already?” I tease. “Mm, my greedy girl.”
I lift my head to watch her while my fingers fuck and curl inside her, my breath skating along her wet pussy.
“Look at you, baby, spread and wet and ready for it. You wanna come?”
Her head nods frantically. “Yes.”
“Better look at me then.”
When her eyes lock on mine, I grin and dip back down, tongue flicking against her clit. Her eyes snap closed, and I pull back again, slapping her pussy with two wet fingers.
“Eyes on me, or I’ll stop.”
“Fuck—do that again,” she breathes, hips writhing up toward me.
I slap her clit again with wet rhythmic taps, and dip back down to tongue fuck her.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck—”
“Let go,” I murmur against her. “Give it to me.”
Her body trembles, and she moans loud as her orgasm crashes through her, a hand darting to grab one of my pillows to muffle her cries.
“Mmm, there she is. Yeah, let yourself ride it out, baby.”
When she comes down, I climb up beside her and drop onto my back, my cock aching hard against my stomach. Then I tap my chest.
“Come here. I want more, ride my face.”
She hesitates for a moment, but then bites her lip and moves, swinging her legs over me so she’s straddling my shoulders. I guide her down, hands firm on her hips as she settles above my mouth.
“You sure?” she whispers.
Her hands plant into the mattress on either side of my head, bracketing herself. My hands grip her fleshy ass, and I nod.
“Sit on me, Pen. Don’t hover, baby.”
Her fingers thread into the sheets. “Evan, if I’m too—”
“Try me. Sit.”
I guide her hips down. The first glide of her sensitive pussy over my tongue pulls a soft, broken “ah” from her that makes my cock jump. She rolls her hips again, and another soft, breathy sound escapes her. I suck harder, hands gripping the curve of her ass, guiding her rhythm as it builds.
“Oh my god, what if I’m too loud?”
“You’re perfect. Just don’t scream. Drown me, Pen.”
Every restrained breath and swallowed sound makes my cock jerk harder against my stomach, where I can feel pre-cum leaking.
I knead her ass, pulling her tighter and flicking my tongue, groaning into her pussy
“Oh god, I’m—Evan—”
She shudders a soundless cry as she comes again, and I ease her through it, lapping at her slowly until she melts and slides off to collapse next to me.
I catch her chin, thumb stroking the corner of her mouth. “Color, baby?”
“Still green as the grass,” she whispers with a smile.
I wipe my mouth and reach for the shiny condom packet. “You wanna give me another one?”
“Pin me to the mattress and find out.”
Holy shit.
A laugh breaks out of me. “Pin you, huh?”
I roll the condom on slowly, watching her watch me do it with her orgasm-flushed cheeks.
Then I reach for her wrists, guiding them above her head, hooking her fingers around the rungs of the headboard. The stretch arches her back just enough to show off the elegant curve of her tits, and my control frays another inch.
“Hold on, sweetheart,” I murmur, brushing my tongue over her pulse. “I’m gonna make this bed creak, but you—” My voice drops. “You keep those pretty noises where only I can hear them. Think you can do that?”
Her answer is a moan she tries to trap behind her lips, and the vibration hums against my tongue on her neck.
“Good girl.”
I slide between her thighs, dragging my cock through her wetness and tapping her clit before pushing in slow.
Penny gasps, her head tipping back, but she catches the sound by biting down on her lip.
“Oh, she learns fast.” I rock deeper, feeling her stretch. “So. Fucking. Tight.”
“You feel so good.” Her fingers clench the rungs of the headboard, and she lets out another breathy moan.
It’s barely a sound, but my cock throbs at the restraint. The bed creaks as I thrust again, my thumb finding her clit and circling. Every slow brush makes her jerk, tiny broken sounds slipping out despite herself.
“Feel that?” I pant. “The way you clamp down when you’re trying not to scream? Drives me fucking insane, Pen.”
Her gleaming eyes flick to mine. “Then stop teasing and fuck me.”
That’s all it takes. I reach to grip the headboard and drive into her deeper and faster. Her lips part silently, and her heels dig into the backs of my thighs
I bend, mouth to her ear. “Give me those little sounds, beautiful. The ones you’re trying to hide.”
Her body clenches hard around me, and this time, the sound breaks free. Soft and helpless against my ear.
“That’s it,” I grit out, my hand tightening on the headboard. “Let me hear you.”
She moans again, and I feel the exact second she starts to come. Her thighs lock around me, her nails bite into my shoulders, and she pulses so hard I nearly lose my rhythm.
“Fuck yes, there you go.” I drag my mouth along her jaw, keeping my voice low. “You’re clenching sooo tight. I got you, baby, let go for me.”
Her head tips back, another broken sound slipping out as she shakes beneath me, and I have to grit my teeth against the way she’s gripping me.
“Good girl,” I manage, kissing the corner of her mouth. “So damn pretty when you come.”
She husks a laugh. “Color’s still green, but I’m officially boneless.”
A grin tugs at my mouth. “Want one more?”
Her eyelids flutter, but that wicked spark flares. “Can we do doggy? I want your voice in my ear and your hands over me while you fill me.”
“Jesus. Yes, ma’am.”
I pull out, guiding her onto her stomach and nudging her legs apart with my knee. My left hand splays across her lower back, and my right slips beneath to toy with her still-sensitive clit.
In the dim light, she catches sight of the wall mirror angled beside the dresser, and her eyes widen at the view of herself. A hungry sound leaves her throat.
“Next time, we leave the light on,” I rasp, sinking into her, “and you can watch yourself come on my cock.”
Penny sucks in a breath, and her head bows. She buries her face in the pillow, a louder sound escaping this time.
“Ah-ah,” I taunt, thrusting shallow. “You want me to fuck you, you gotta be quiet.”
She nods frantically, biting the pillow before raising her head. I move my hand from her shoulder and slide my finger into her mouth. Her eyes flutter, and she groans around it.
“Yeah,” I rasp. “That’s better. Keep it there.”
I pull almost all the way out, and she makes a desperate, choked noise.
“Please,” she pants. “Deeper.”
“Like this?” I slam back in.
She bites down on my finger, her body clenching around me.
“Or like this?” I fuck her faster, hips meeting soft skin with muted slaps.
In the mirror, I catch the way our bodies join again and again.
“Look at you,” I murmur, leaning into her ear. “Trying so hard to stay quiet while I fuck you like this.”
She pushes her ass back to meet me thrust for thrust, her back arching high up toward me as the pleasure peaks.
“Take it, baby, take every inch.”
My hands move to her front, one kneading at her nipple, the other moving to roll her clit, and the sounds trapped in her throat turn feral.
“Evan… God, I’m so close.”
“Yeah?” I grind deeper, voice rough at her ear. “You gonna do it for me?”
“Yes, yesss, I’m gonna—”
I pinch her clit lightly and grind deep. “Come for me.”
She breaks around me, the sound tearing out of her before she can stop it, and it’s the best thing I’ve heard all night. My teeth catch her shoulder to smother my own groan as I fall off the edge and come hard, too.
We stay still for a moment, panting under our own releases, then collapse sideways in a heap. My head turns to look at her, taking in her messed hair and flushed cheeks and her wet, pink lips.
“Color, baby?”
“Is there something greener than green?”
My hand reaches out, gripping her chin and tugging her into a slow kiss.
“Fucking love the way you sound when you come.”
She hums. “I’m usually pretty loud.”
I push up, tying off the condom and tossing it in the bin before looking back at her.
“I can’t wait to let you be loud.”
She lies there, watching me move around the room. I snag a stray Maplewood FD T-shirt from a drawer and walk back to her, holding it up.
“Arms up,” I say, and she sits up to let me ease it over her head.
She peers down at it through her hair. “Claiming me now?”
“Fuck yes.” I tug her against me as I climb back in. “Stay with me, Pen.”
Silence stretches, and she laces her fingers with mine.
“I don’t want Elle confused,” she says softly. “But I don’t want to pretend nothing’s happening, either.”
“We’ll keep it slow,” I say, pressing a kiss to her neck. “But I’m done pretending this is nothing, too.”
She answers with a contented exhale. “Then I’m done pretending that mirror isn’t trouble.”
I grin against her hair. “Next time, lights on.”
She laughs, snuggling back into my chest. “Better nap first, then, firefighter.”
“Penny.” I tighten my arm around her. “Stay. All night.”
“Okay,” she breathes.
“You can sneak out to the other bedroom before she wakes if you like, but until then…”
“Until then, what?”
“You’re mine.”
She nods, and her breath evens out quickly, warm against the circle of my arms. Around us, the night is quiet, but inside my chest, everything feels louder and calmer all at once.
And for the first time in longer than I can remember, the night feels too short.