CHAPTER 41
Phoebe
Evander, sweet, sexy Evander, is delivering me to the couch. As I look into his eyes, I realize it doesn’t matter where we are. It doesn’t matter that it’s cold in here, or that we’re far from the warm flannel sheets and jacuzzi tub of our imagination.
He’s here. He’s real, and he’s with me. And that’s enough.
He’s pulling off his thermal underwear shirt, leaving his bare chest and abdomen visible to my gaze. It’s okay if I stare. We’re past any niceties at this point. Whatever’s happening between us is right out in the open for both of us to acknowledge. To admit.
We want one another. There’s no future considerations or logistics to worry about. It’s just this moment, the two of us, stuck in a blizzard and open to the pleasure and comfort we can provide.
I’m okay with that, even if it’s temporary.
So, I push myself up to a sitting position and swing my legs in front of me. I reach up to trace my finger down the center of his spectacular chest, cut with hard muscle, covered in a sprinkle of black hair and sparkling with a light sheen of sweat.
My eyes and body are greedy for his intense beauty, and I don’t care that no man will ever come close to him. And I don’t ask permission when I slip my hands into the waistband of his thermal underwear bottoms and pull them down. Past his thighs, down his legs, and off his feet.
Oh.
Boy.
My hands go to his narrow hips and slip around to the rock-hard muscles of his man ass. I slide my palms down his powerful thighs and back up again, across his cut and rippling abdomen, up to his chest.
I’m breathing too fast. My thoughts race and my heart pounds. Evander is too much of everything—too fierce, too chiseled, too much man. Extraordinary in nearly every way a man can be measured. Intellect. Determination. Physical and mental strength.
And this.
Evander possesses the most impressive cock I’ve ever seen. Anywhere and on anyone. And right now, it’s right at eye level and I’m about to reach out to cradle it in my hands.
So hard and so long. Heavy in my palm. Too thick for the fingers of one hand to encircle.
I wrap my hands around his girth. Slowly, I use my hands on him, feeling him grow with my touch, harden and lengthen with the friction of my hands.
I lower my mouth to him, and the instant my lips contact the head of his cock, he lets go with a raw groan of need. It vibrates through his big body, and I feel him shudder.
“Yes, Phoebe,” he whispers. “So good.”
Already, I’m slipping into a trance. At this moment, I’m nothing but my hungry mouth and full hands, and my only purpose is to bring Evander to the brink, feel him grow harder and hotter from my devotion.
I cradle him in my hands, suck him, lick him up and down. Then I relax my throat and take him in.
“Holy fuck,” he moans, one of his hands resting gently on top of my head. He begins guiding me, moving me. His touch is tentative. But he doesn’t need to be.
I’ve already decided I’m his. My mouth. Throat. Tongue. My body. All his.
To do with as he pleases.
His huge cock swells. It throbs against my tongue and jumps against the roof of my mouth. He is pure power. I am a tight, wet sheath that welcomes him in.
I’m his to take.
But I feel him pull from my mouth, and I’m dragged from my daze. His hands clutch my upper arms, and he pulls me to a stand.
“I need to get inside you,” he says, his voice rough. “I won’t wait.”
“Then don’t.”
His hands grab my waist, and he lifts me off the floor. I swing my legs up and around him, clutching him tight. He curls his forearms under my thighs and holds me in place, spread open.
“Now’s the time,” he says, his face hard and his eyes shadowed by his half-lowered lashes. “Let’s hear it, Phoebe.”
“Get your cock inside me. Fuck me.”
His laugh is a low rumble. “And?”
“Keep fucking me until I cum all over you.”
“Then what?”
“Take your pleasure. Cum inside me. Please, Evander. Fuck me. Take me.”
“Why?”
“Because I think this is why I’m alive. Why you found me and saved me. So that this could happen between us.”
I have no idea where these words come from. Somewhere in the corners of my brain, I must’ve been thinking this. And I just said it. Aloud.
Now it’s out there.
His face goes hard, and his eyes darken, half-hidden by his heavy lashes. He stares at me. I’m not sure what the emotion is I see in his gaze, but it’s intense.
I may have gone too far with all the fate and destiny stuff.
Or…
Evander lifts me off him just enough so that he can line up his huge cock and push up inside me. He lets go with a guttural groan as he gives me what I’ve been begging for.
And then some.
“You’re mine, Phoebe,” he growls. “All mine.”
I feel myself slipping away into the swirling, building rush of need. Evander’s body is hard and huge, capable. He’s holding me. Moving in and out of me. I feel my head loll back and my body go limp.
I know I won’t fall. I know he’s got me.
I’m his.
“Kiss me,” he grumbles. “Get your mouth on mine.”
I return to myself long enough to do what he says, and his lips and tongue are hungry and hard, taking me with the same desperation as his cock. I’m rewarded for it, as he starts fucking me with relentless instinct.
Too much.
Too hot.
My body tightens. It’s happening already. I don’t understand how that’s even possible. I’ve cum so hard and so often in the last couple of days that I’m blown away. I had no idea I was capable of such a thing.
With his mouth on mine and his cock buried deep inside me, Evander walks with me to the old wooden table.
I don’t know how he’s capable of this, but he uses one foot to drag the table toward the fireplace while managing to continue plunging into me—tongue and cock—and holding me balanced on his forearms.
He’s a man of many talents, Evander carefully deposits me on the table, and for an instant, his lips and his cock abandon me. But he’s right back—he’s grabbed a blanket and is now spreading it under me. He lifts me straight up by grabbing both my ankles in one huge hand.
But instead of lowering me down again, he just holds me in place for a long moment. I feel him staring at me.
“You’re so beautiful, Phoebe,” he whispers, then slowly sets me down to the table surface. “Stay on your back. Rest your feet on my shoulders. It’ll keep your sutures from touching the surface.”
“Okay…?”
Oh.
He grips the table edge with his hands and leans over me, dropping his lips to my belly.
He leaves a string of warm, tender kisses all over the front of my body.
Across my bikini line, along one hip, up my side, to my sternum, then down the other side and up again.
One kiss after the next. Hot and sweet, light scrapes of his teeth and gentle sucking, and all of it sends ripples of delight through my flesh.
He lowers his lips to one nipple, and kisses me there, rolls my puckered nerve endings over his teeth, and tenderly sucks on me.
“Oh, wow.” I throw an arm over my eyes and just let him do whatever he wants. His mouth goes from one nipple to the other, gentle and then harder, then harder still, sucking and licking and driving me insane. Then his kisses travel south again.
I feel his hot tongue on my belly button. Then I feel him drag his lips lower, lower still. The heat of his breath caresses the core of me.
I hiss with extreme pleasure the instant his mouth lands on my pussy. What he gives me, the generous, loving touch of his mouth and tongue, is almost more than I can handle.
He pushes off the table and wraps his hands around my shins, pulling me up, closer to his mouth now, and the only parts of my body touching the table are my shoulders, head, and arms. The rest of me is up in the air, under his lips, pressed tight to him.
His hands move to the front of my thighs, and he holds me in place.
Heat slices through me, so sharp it borders on pain, and I feel my entire body clench in preparation. He slips a finger into me then, his lips and tongue still at work, and the sensation is overwhelming.
I hear myself pant and mumble his name as he drags me to yet another orgasmic rush. It builds up from my toes, along the soles of my feet, up the back of my legs, and to the base of my spine.
“Evander…” My words come out as a hiss. “Please. Please.”
He straightens and shoves his cock back in me in one go. I jolt and cry out, cumming hard. Continuously. It rips through me for what feels like forever.
And all the while, Evander holds me up and pounds into me. He’s saying my name over and over, and he lets go with a roar as he cums inside me.
But then I’m lifted again, still impaled on his cock. I throw my arms around his neck and hang on as he lowers to his knees, then sits on the blanket in front of the fire.
I’m in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist and his cock still hard inside me. I’m disoriented. I’m shaking and limp from the intensity of the orgasms that have just shot through me.
He begins moving into me again, slow, deep.
“Yes, baby.”
I open my eyes, but it takes a moment to focus. I feel the heat of the fire on my back, and the caress of his warm hands on my skin. When my vision clears, I see that Evander’s face is etched with sorrow.
I’m wide awake now. “What’s wrong?”