Chapter 14 #6
Something stirred inside me. “Only us and the moose.” I placed my hand atop Evan’s and guided it to my inner thigh, nudging it higher and higher until it laid flush against the spandex fabric of my swimsuit. The heat of his palm blended with the budding heat forming in my core.
He readjusted himself and bit his lip, leaning in for a kiss, “and do you think we should take advantage of that?”
“I definitely do.” I wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled his face towards mine.
Evan happily hummed as our lips met. He nipped at my lower lip, “what do you want to do with me, Dani?” he asked between breathy kisses.
Everything.
Heat bloomed across my skin. “I-I don’t know. A lot.” I anxiously chuckled.
There was one particular scene in Thorndown my mind traveled to.
One that inspired dozens of fics because of how well it portrayed the—literal and figurative—climax of the “will they won’t they” between Sir Erwyn and Lady Premble.
I had dozens of edits of that scene set to synthy sexy pop songs saved in a folder on my phone.
I recognized the deep growls and breathy hums Evan made from that scene, fantasy and reality could so easily blur together.
I only wished I had a bodice he could rip off of me. I considered the structural integrity of my swimsuit top.
That scene and blocks of paragraphs on a backlit screen were where I’d wander to when desperately seeking romance from anyone, anywhere.
When Nick was gone for the evening with no chance of returning before the bars closed.
When he was sound asleep beside me after offering a few drunken thrusts and a beer flavored kiss.
As time passed my desperation waned, but the images and words were solidly planted in my mind, a reference point now.
A deep shame formed as a twisted knot in my stomach, I could never verbalize those fantasies I’d had, and never admit to Evan that I already had many passing thoughts of what he’d do to me if it were up to my wildest imagination.
He played with a piece of my hair, looping the curl around his finger in a practiced fashion.
“I can improvise. I’m quite good at that.
Let’s say, for example, I touch you—” his hand slid up my stomach and he inched his fingers beneath my swimsuit to cup my breast “—here. Would that be what you want?” His thumb swirled around my nipple and I squirmed beneath him on the sand.
“Y-yes,” I gritted out as my shaking fingers undid the ties of my swimsuit. The fabric collapsed in a heap on the ground.
“And what about this?” His head ducked down, his breath hot on my skin. I twitched as his teeth scraped over the peach colored bud of my breast.
“Fuck, yes,” I moaned. Electricity was coursing through my veins, sparking wildly at my raw exposed ends.
Evan laughed and pulled away. He slid his swim trunks off. In the light of day and with my glasses on I could see clearly what was inside me last night, and fuck, was it incredible. I propped myself up on my knees as Evan started getting up, I pushed down his sternum until he laid back down.
He watched me eye his cock, and his eyes darkened so deeply with desire they reminded me of the deep blue lake before us. He was staring like he wanted to devour me whole. I wanted him to.
Something about me made him revert into a more brutish, less civilized man. He was only held back by the thinnest thread of refinement.
I gripped a fist around his cock and stroked up and down as my thumb swirled around the head. I lubricated the shaft with his precum then straddled him, my cunt hovering inches above his cock.
Evan groaned and ran his hands through his hair. He shook his head almost in disbelief. “Fucking hell, Dani, are you trying to torture me?” he grunted.
A chill seeped in and curled around my limbs. My entire body shivered, how was it that someone could make me feel like this? How had I put up with listless, pathetic sex for as long as I had?
“That depends,” I said low. “Are you going to let me ride you?”
He tilted his head back. “Yes,” he exhaled in an exasperated breath. “Fuck, yes.”
“Good boy,” I said, possessed by someone with far more confidence than I currently had. Evan grunted in wrenched pleasure below me. I slowly lowered myself onto him, inhaling as I took him in. My thighs trembled as I took my time, edging him along.
“Feel so good,” Evan murmured. “Made for me.”
I had to agree. Those cruel gods of fate made Evan fit inside me perfectly. My body stretched around him. My mind grew fuzzy, the edges of my vision blurred with pink and orange spots. The sharpness of him softened and turned into euphoria. Blood rushed through my ears like the falls.
His rabid heat coursed through me as my body rolled over his like the lapping waves of the lake. My legs shook as I rode him, every pulse sending a new tremor through my muscles. The chill warmed, then burst into a firework as he finished inside me.
Evan and I perpetually straddled the lines between hot and cold and strange and familiar.
I had to admit it to myself, existing in this in between together was exhilarating.