Chapter 35
thirty-five
I should be exhausted, because Tuesday is now two AM Wednesday, but my brain is in overdrive.
I’m standing next to the bed with my shorts pooled around my ankles.
I’m also wearing my tank top like a necklace because I picked up my phone before I finished taking it off and got sidetracked in my Notes app.
So many ideas swirling through my head, and I won’t be able to sleep until I put them in writing.
The conversation tonight unlocked something inside me.
I’m almost done when I hear the door open and close quietly as Ever returns from the bathroom. I don’t hear him pad across the carpet, but he took a quick shower, and the heat of his bare skin is palpable when he steps in behind me.
Dumping my final thoughts into words, I abandon the phone and toss it on the bed at the same time his talented hands find my waist. One curves over my hip bone following the seam of my panties downward, and the other curves across my belly and ribs upward until it finds my breast. Cupping me with both hands, he pulls me back into him.
Warm skin, single-minded touch, and the heady scent of him coax a soft, approving moan from me.
The length of his cock, already impossibly hard, presses hot and demanding against my lower back.
Mouth open wide against my neck like he’s going to take a bite, his teeth scrape flesh, and I’m a marionette at the mercy of reverent manipulation.
The drag of skin and the friction of teeth pull at strings, nerves react, and a tingle shimmies down my torso and dissolves between my thighs, where desire pulses and need tightens like a fist.
The way my body reacts to him is still new but will never get old.
“Are you tired?” he asks. His voice might be quiet, but he needs release. I can feel it in his every movement.
“Not even a little bit,” I whisper, one hand reaching up to grip his hair, the other down to grip his ass. I widen my stance when his fingers nudge my panties aside. “You have any ideas to pass the time?”
Hot breath over chilled skin makes me shiver as his lips tickle the shell of my ear. “So many.” He fists my breast, squeezing. Pinching between forefinger and thumb, he rolls the tight nub. I wince as the bite of pain erupts into pleasure.
“Harder,” I demand. The open communication during sex is new for me. When I tried it with past partners they were never receptive, choosing to do what they wanted, not what I asked. It’s different with Ever. He listens to my words and my body.
Pressure increases until I grit out, “That’s it.”
“Have you ever come from nipple play?” he whispers, as he eases up and rubs the coarse pad of his thumb over the sensitive tip.
I’m biting my lips, because it’s going to be so hard to keep quiet, but Jesse’s in the bedroom on the other side of the wall. I inhale deeply through my nose and out through my mouth. “No. I don’t think it’s possible for me.”
My heels rise as the pressure increases again, and I’m on the balls of my feet when pleasure peaks, swirling exquisitely with pain.
I can hear the playful taunt in his voice when he says, “Challenge accepted.” He swipes his middle finger front to back beneath my thong before letting the elastic snap back into place. “You love this, don’t you?” he asks, squeezing even harder.
I suck in a breath, shocked by the sensations. Everything feels new with him. “You have no idea.”
He nips at my earlobe with his teeth. “Turn around.”
When I do, he pulls the tank free over my head and tucks his thumbs into the waistband of my thong and guides it down all the way to my ankles.
Squatting before me, knees spread wide with my legs between, he grips the back of my thighs.
The impression of each finger digging in.
Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the apex of my thigh, he asks, “You’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much? ”
I nod several times because the anticipation is making me lightheaded. “Are you threatening me with a good time?” I joke because I need a second before I pass out.
A soft chuckle paired with the impression of his smile against my skin interrupts his kisses. I don’t know why, but at this moment, I know he gets me, and I get him. Like no one before ever has.
And I fall headlong—so deep that there’s not a chance in hell of surfacing—in love. Again.
When he whispers, “Always. Forever,” it sounds like a promise.
Lips, teeth, and tongue work their way unhurriedly up my torso. I’m so laser-focused on his mouth, I don’t realize he’s guiding me backwards until I hit the wall.
Fingers relax and graze up over the swell of each cheek, to my hips, gliding over my ribs, and when he keeps going, I instinctively raise my arms. He continues until his hands run the length of my arms and his fingers slide in between mine, holding our clasped fists together high over my head.
His hungry eyes, locked with mine, are shadowed beneath long lashes and dark in the dim light of the bedside lamp across the room. When he descends, our kiss is a collision. Bruising. Neither of us seems to be able to hold back or regulate. We’re overstimulated.
When his mouth moves to my neck, I suck in a breath like I’ve been underwater, and my chest heaves. Breasts rising, as if choreographed to meet his parted lips, he says, “You are the fucking fantasy,” before devouring me.
He will leave marks, there’s no doubt about that, and the thought only ratchets up my desire. My body is already screaming for release, held firmly in place against the wall by his hands and his mouth.
“I need…”
I trail off when teeth clamp down and his tongue teases. The combination has my short nails digging into the strained tendons on the backs of his hands and a hum rumbling in the back of my throat.
Lowering our clasped hands, he releases only after he’s guided me in place. My palms are pressed against his ears, fingertips brushing the soft, short hair at the back of his head.
Is he giving me control?
He relaxes, my nipple slowly slipping past teeth, past lips.
No longer pinned against the wall by his hands or his mouth, my tight shoulders loosen, and I take a few deep breaths. The air fanning over my sensitive skin tells me he’s doing the same.
“I’m yours.” The gravel in his already sexy voice is pronounced.
“That voice,” I whisper as I tip his head slightly, so his eyes are cast downward and his forehead is resting just below the dip of my throat.
“This view,” he rasps.
Thumbs brush the underside of each breast, back and forth reverently until my skin pebbles.
Unrushed, his fingers curl around the outside, palms cradling, he squeezes and lifts.
There’s something about the weight of me in his hands, arousal has added fullness that I can feel in the slightest shift.
The familiar ache is building deep in my core.
My fingers wrap around the thick strands on top of his head, and I guide his mouth where I desperately need it. Every sensation singular and sharp, senses heightened. I close my eyes and revel in his soft lips, warm tongue, and sharp teeth.
“Oh God, that’s it,” I sigh with pleasure. “More of that.”
“Mmm,” emits from somewhere deep in his chest, and every filthy thought I’ve ever had about Raven hits me.
I’m on my toes, ready to tip over the edge, trying to be quiet, but my mouth isn’t cooperating. “Oh fuck… Ev… Harder. Harder. Harder,” I chant until he reaches up with one hand and covers my mouth.
I bite the meaty part of his palm and moan as the orgasm ripples through me in wave after wave.
When I still, he presses a kiss to my sternum. Lingering there a second before he stands to his full height and looks down at me with heat in his eyes like I’ve never seen.
Eyes locked, I drop to my knees to do something I’ve been thinking about for a very long time.
He licks his lips and a hushed, “Fuck,” escapes.
Eye contact remains, as I take his hands and place them on my cheeks.
He’s in control now, and I stare up at him, waiting. Trusting.
His chest rises on a deep inhale that he holds for several seconds before letting it out.
“Remember that first night we met in Denver?”
I nod.
He runs his thumb over my lips. “I made Jess walk to the convenience store down the street from the venue before we left so I could have ten minutes alone in the van. I came so hard thinking about fucking this gorgeous mouth.”
Unable to help myself, I run my hands up the back of his thighs and stop below his ass cheeks. “Do it,” I tell him.
“Open,” he says.
Gripping him at the base, I do and swirl my tongue around the tip before taking him in. He’s big. So much bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with.
The muscles in his ass tighten, he sucks in a breath, and his hooded eyes drift closed. “Christ, Soph, I love your mouth.” It’s a sexy sigh.
Sucking, I back off, pausing a second before taking him deeper.
When his eyes open, they meet mine, and his hips slowly engage.
I hum and let him set the pace. He decides how deep to thrust.
This is new for me. Not just eye contact, but I’ve never conceded control like this when I’ve gone down on someone. I never trusted any man I’ve been with enough. Until now.
“More?” he asks.
I nod ever so slightly.
When he hits the back of my throat, my eyes water.
“Okay?” He checks in again as he pulls back.
I hum my approval, gripping his ass to reassure him.
Dark eyes still on me, he winds my hair around each hand once. “You’ll let me know if it’s too much?”
Backing off, I tell him, “I want this as much as you do, Ev.”
When I wrap my lips around him, that’s all the permission he needs. Eyes locked, he eases into it to test limits, but the pace picks up quickly and before long what’s happening can only be described as fucking. And it’s hot. I can feel another orgasm spiraling deep in my belly.
“I’m so close, Soph,” he pants. “I wanna come on your tits.”
When he releases my hair, I release him and finally break eye contact as I watch him step back a few inches, fist his cock, and stroke.
I forget to breathe as I take it all in.
Those perfect hands, tight abs, the trail of dark hair that descends between that V that cuts within his hips. He’s a fucking masterpiece.
When my eyes climb to meet his again, he says, “Here it comes. Fuck.” He draws out the word as I feel the first hot pulse hit my chest. He pinches his eyes closed in ecstasy, and I know I’ll never get tired of seeing this expression on his face.
It might be fleeting, but it’s bliss. With each twitch, he coats me.
And I’m not sure I’ve ever been more turned on than I am right now.
Standing, I look down at my chest and run my two fingers through the smear. It’s still warm to the touch. After tracing a figure eight around and between each breast, I raise them to my mouth and lick.
“Christ, this is better than I imagined,” he says, almost to himself.
“I didn’t think I had a kink, but maybe it’s being sticky with your cum,” I tell him, with a smile.
That’s all it takes and his mouth is on mine, and I’m being pushed onto the bed.
It’s another hour and two more orgasms before we sleep.
So far, I’m in love with California.