20. You see what I’m seeing?
Chapter twenty
You see what I’m seeing?
Penny
Evan’s hips press into mine, and I moan into his mouth as the kiss intensifies.
The wall is cool against my back, but everything else is hot—his tongue, his palm spanning my thigh, the drag of stubble that makes me shiver.
I fist the collar of his shirt to bring him closer, swallowing the rough whimper he makes when my teeth graze his bottom lip. Somewhere in the blur, I remember Elle is across town, that the house is ours and ours alone tonight, and the thought spreads through me like a flame.
He shifts, one thigh sliding between mine to widen my stance.
“Been thinking about this since the second course,” he mutters. “Fuck, you taste good, Pen.”
I tilt my head back, giving him access to the column of my throat as his tongue follows the pulse there. His fingers curl under the hem of my dress, climbing up until he reaches the thin lace of my panties.
His knuckles glide over fabric that’s already soaked, a lazy pass meant only to test.
“Fuck,” I pant, arching away from the wall to chase his touch, and he chuckles.
“So wet, baby,” he rumbles, slipping the fabric aside. Two fingers stroke through my pussy, parting me and circling, then dipping deeper until my knees threaten to give.
My fingers clamp onto his shoulders, nails biting through as my shallow breaths turn ragged. “Oh god yes, don’t stop.”
He hums, watching my reaction. “Not gonna,” he rasps. “Fuck, I love what you do to me.”
His fingers glide against my clit in a tight swirl, and my head thuds back, a choked moan escaping me.
“Evan—”
“I got you.” He withdraws his hand and sucks the fingers into his own mouth, then leans into kiss me.
But before I can react to the taste of myself on his lips, he drops to his knees in one fluid motion, and his fingers slide under the lace at my hips.
“Off.”
The command skims across my skin, and I lift one foot, then the other, letting him peel the soaked lace away.
Cool air kisses my bare skin as he hooks a hand behind my knee, lifting it to rest over his shoulder. My chest rises and falls as I watch his eyes move from my pussy up to my face, and back again.
“Need this pussy.” he murmurs. “Color, Pen?”
“Green,” I exhale, watching as he smirks.
“Good. Put a hand on the wall for me, sweetheart.”
I do, and his first lick is a single stroke that starts at the crease of my thigh and ends with his tongue pressed flat against the blunt ache of my clit.
The sound that slips from me is desperate, and Evan hums in approval, mouth sealing around me, the vibration shooting straight up my spine.
I brace my palm against the wall harder while my other hand flies into his hair, pushing him harder against me.
“Yes, baby, tug my hair and grind your pussy on my tongue.”
The hallway light glints off the curve of his shoulder and the flex of his forearm where he holds my leg in place. I can’t stop watching him. How every movement is filled with desire, how his expression changes each time I moan his name.
“Fuck,” he husks, lips glistening. “There's nothing better than this.”
My hips roll, seeking more, and he answers with a firmer suck that nearly undoes me.
“Oh—oh, god.”
I try to slow my breathing, try to keep myself from tipping too soon, but then he slides two fingers in and scissors them, and the choice is gone.
“Evan,” I moan, writhing faster.
He hums his approval, the vibration punching through my core as he leans back. “You’re soaking me, Pen.” He curls his fingers again and watches me. “You gonna give it to me?”
I nod frantically, my fingers tightening in his hair and tugging his mouth back onto me. He grins against me, flicking his tongue, then sealing his lips to suck, and the coil snaps.
Pleasure ricochets outward in bright, shattering waves, and my cry echoes off the hallway walls.
“Holy fuck!”
My thigh trembles over his shoulder, and the hand braced against the wall slips—but he steadies me, keeps coaxing with gentle laps until the aftershocks make me shake.
He rests his forehead against my stomach, his breath rasping warm across my skin while he presses a slow kiss to my hip. My heart drums against my ribs so hard, I half expect him to feel it.
“Fuck,” he whispers, carefully lowering my thigh and rising.
I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him into a kiss. The taste of myself on his tongue sparks something possessive in me, and I push him back. “My turn.”
The words barely clear my throat before I’m backing toward the bedroom, tugging him by the collar of his shirt. He follows, eyes fixed on where I bite my lip.
The bedside lamp is already on, spilling warm amber light across the rumpled sheets, and the full-length mirror catches slivers of us as we cross into the room.
I nudge Evan until the backs of his knees find the mattress.
“Sit,” I say.
He does, elbows braced on his thighs, belt hanging open. There’s a small, feral smile pulling at his mouth. “Tell me what you want, Pen.”
“I want you to tell me,” I say. “Exactly how you want my mouth on you.”
“You sure?”
“Mhmm, very fucking sure.”
“Okay.” His grin turns feral as he tugs off his shirt. “Then get on your knees, baby.”
I sink in the spot between his spread legs. The carpet brushes my shins, and I reach out to his waistband, fingers working the zipper.
“Start with your hand,” he instructs, voice gravelly. “Real slow.”
I release his hard cock and wrap my fingers around him, stroking once from base to tip. His breath catches, a short exhale that makes my pulse jump.
“Good.” His eyes flick to the mirror and back. “Now gimme your mouth. Lick the head.”
I lean in and drag my tongue over his tip, tasting the salt and the want. His hand slips into my hair, fingers flexing at the nape.
“Fuck.” The word leaves him roughly. “Again.”
Power hums through me as I obey, slower this time.
“Now take more,” he coaxes. “Hollow your cheeks—ah, fuck Penny, yeah like that.”
The mirror reflects everything. My dress pooled around my hips, his abs tensing with each slow pull of my mouth, the way his eyes burn when he meets my gaze with each bob.
I watch his jaw clench when I swallow deeper.
“Use your hand too,” he orders, voice fraying as he tilts his hips. I follow, sliding my fist in time with my mouth until glugging sounds fill the room and my eyes close. His fingers tighten. “Keep your eyes on me.”
He looks wrecked. Head tipped back, throat working. I moan around his shaft, making him curse softly and his fingers flex tighter in my hair.
“Faster now.” The words scrape out of him. “Squeeze me—yeah, fuck you’re perfect.”
I keep going until his hips jerk, and he snatches a breath, fists the sheet with his free hand, then tugs gently at my hair.
“Enough,” he rasps, easing me off with a wet pop. His smile is strained. “Not yet, sweetheart. Your mouth is a masterpiece, but I want that pretty pussy squeezing me when I come.”
“Mmm.” My wet lips curve, and I rise slowly. “I want that, too.”
His hand closes around my hip before I can move too far. “Condom.”
“IUD’s still doing its job,” I offer.
“I know.” He reaches for the nightstand, finds a foil packet, and tears it open with his teeth “Still wrapping up unless you tell me otherwise.”
My stomach flips as I watch him roll it on, because somehow the fact he’s losing his mind but still being careful with me makes me wetter.
When his eyes lift back to mine, they’re dark. Then they drop to the bunched fabric at my hips. “Arms up.”
I raise them, and he drags the dress over my head, the slide deliciously slow as he realizes I'm bra-less underneath.
“God, look at you.” His thumbs skim the undersides of my breasts before his mouth replaces them—one slow lick, then a sharp pull that shoots heat to the tips of my toes.
My back arches, and he sucks harder, his teeth grazing while his palm kneads the other breast in counter-rhythm.
The mirror catches the scene in the glass. My fingers buried in his hair, his shoulders cording as he holds me still.
“Evan…”
He lifts his head, lips wet. “You seeing what I’m seeing?”
His chin tips toward our reflection, at my flushed nipples and the swell of my breasts framed by his tanned hands.
“Turn around and face the mirror.” He lowers himself to the edge of the bed, legs spreading. “Feet on my thighs. Wanna see your face while you take me.”
I pivot, heart hammering, and step between his legs with my back to his chest. The mirror catches all of it—Evan sitting behind me, his cock hard between us, my thighs trembling as I climb carefully into position.
Bracing myself open above him, I plant one foot on his thigh, then the other. The angle leaves me exposed in the mirror, every inch of me on display as his hands settle to hold my hips.
His eyes meet mine in the reflection.
“Fuck, look at you,” he murmurs, fingers inching higher along my inner thigh.
My breath catches, but I don’t look away.
“Sink down slow,” he instructs. “Wanna feel every inch of you.”
I lower myself down, the blunt head of his cock nudging then sliding deeper My thighs shake with the effort to stay steady, but his hands hold my hips, guiding me until he’s buried so deep my eyes flutter. But the mirror holds me captive.
“Fuck, that’s it.” His voice goes rough against my ear. “You seeing this, baby? Show me how much you want.”
“All of you,” I breathe.
I lift almost to the tip, then ease back down. The next glide is smoother, the one after that greedier. Evan’s hands roam everywhere while his mouth grazes the side of my neck. One palm skims my stomach, the other slips up to roll a nipple between callused fingers.
“Ohh, fuuuuck.” My moan is long and unashamed, echoing through the quiet house.
“Just like that Penny,” he praises. “Keep watching.”
I do, eyes locked on the place our bodies join, mesmerized by the pull and slide. I lift and drop, each one landing louder with a wet clap that tightens his grip. His fingers find my clit, and when I jerk in response, his smile stretches against my skin.
“You like watching me play with you, baby?”
“God yes,” I pant. “I love it so much.”
I drive down harder, the wet slap echoing. Evan growls his approval and slaps my pussy lightly once, which makes me clench around him harder.
“Mmm.” His breath goes rough against my shoulder. “You like that, huh.”
His finger swirls firmer around my clit, and sparks shoot everywhere when he taps it three times. I cry out loudly, and Evan groans behind me, hips jerking up to meet the next bounce.
“Just like that, Pen,” he whispers. “God, you sound incredible.”
I chase the rhythm and ride him harder, breasts bouncing, my hips grinding beneath his fingers.
“Evan—oh, god—I’m so fucking close.”
“Yeah? Look at you getting greedy.” His voice is sin, coaxing me. “But not yet.”
He lessens the pressure, giving one slow glide instead of two. My body shakes with the effort to stay perched on the brink.
“You’re doing so well.” He peppers kisses along the column of my neck.
Then his mouth grazes my shoulder, teeth sinking in lightly, while the hand on my breast pinches just enough to tip the balance.
“Fuuuck!”
“Jesus.” His eyes lock on mine in the glass. “You get sooo tight when I play with you, don't you?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he rasps, hand splaying over my stomach to steady the tremble. “Then watch me do it and don't come, Pretty Penny.”
“I can’t—I can’t—”
“You can, baby. Still green?”
“Yes, yes, all green.”
He brings two fingers to my mouth, and I suck them in deep, tasting salt and sweet. The sight of us in the mirror with his fingers between my lips makes the pressure crest again. His eyes fixed on the place his fingers disappear between my lips.
“Please,” I gasp around his fingers. “Let me—”
“Not yet.” He withdraws his hand, and trails the wet fingers down to circle my clit again in slow, torturous laps that keep me quivering. “Fuck. Look how pretty you are when beg.”
I’m panting, every muscle vibrating, and he presses a kiss to my shoulder which somehow makes it worse. My eyes lift again, and the sight nearly ruins me.
“Please,” I gasp.
“Please what?”
I shake my head, too far gone to form words.
“Nuh uh.” His fingers stall. “Tell me what you want, Pen.”
“I wanna come.”
His eyes flash in the mirror. “Tell me more.”
My breath catches, and his smile stretches slow against my skin because he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Tell me what you want while you’re watching yourself take my cock.”
A broken moan leaves me, and my fingers dig into his forearm.
“I wanna watch myself come on your cock.”
“That’s my girl.” His voice is frayed. “You want it now?”
I nod frantically, and he swirls my clit and slaps it once, then must feel me clench around him because his breath stutters on a curse.
“Now,” he orders, his hips thrusting up beneath me. “Come for me. Let me see it.”
The command rips through me, and my head tips back against his shoulder, mouth open on a long, raw moan. Pleasure breaks hard and bright through my body, pulse after pulse clamping around him.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he whimpers, grip locking on my hips as his thrusts turn deep and rough. “That’s my Pretty Penny. Come all over me.”
“Fuuuck, Evan—I’m coming—oh, god—I’m—I'm coming for you—”
His control snaps, and his hands haul me down hard as his hips jerk up The sound that tears out of him is broken and filthy and all mine.
“Yes, fuck me, baby—coming, too—”
We sag together, breathing hard and fast. In the mirror, we look flushed and glistening.
“Loud enough?” he asks through a gravelly chuckle.
I laugh breathlessly. “I think the neighbors heard us, too.”
He hums, then presses a kiss to the back of my neck.
I draw a breath that finally feels whole and let my head rest against his shoulder. His heart thuds against my back, each beat a faint echo where our bodies are still joined.
“Could watch you like this all night,” he murmurs, hand lifting to sweep damp hair from my cheek, thumb lingering at the corner of my mouth. “You make everything else disappear.”
A lazy smile curls before I can help it. “Even the Maplewood Cup final?”
“Even that.” He presses a kiss to the shell of my ear. “You stole every bit of focus I had weeks and weeks ago, Pen.”
I turn enough to meet his eyes in the glass again. We look beautifully ruined. And it hits me that I’ve never seen myself like this before. Unabashed and loud. Wanted.
I slide my fingers over the back of his hand where it rests on my stomach, tracing the tendons.
“I like this view,” I say huskily.
He smiles, pressing his lips to the curve of my shoulder.
“Me too.”