Chapter 22 Aston
Everleigh’s hand is firm in mine as I hurry to get us out of here.
The dance floor is crowded, forcing me to zigzag through the couples dancing. People try to stop me to say hello, but I smile politely and ignore being pulled into some trivial conversation.
I have only one thing on my mind.
Everleigh.
Will, the bastard, shakes his head with an I told you so smirk. Earlier in the night, he and Amelia both cornered me with their opinions. Frankly, they were both like nagging parents. When Amelia stepped away, Will quickly laid it out for me—if I touch Everleigh, it’s game over.
He called it.
I’m done trying to fight it.
The car is waiting outside in the valet parking. I open the door and motion for Everleigh to get in, following quickly behind her. When we’re both inside, I tell Henry, the driver, to take us back to my apartment.
I keep my hands to myself despite my need to touch her. This stupid car doesn’t have a privacy screen, and I don’t want Henry to have a free show.
Not when Everleigh is involved.
Thankfully, my penthouse is only four blocks away, and because it’s late, the traffic is flowing, so we make it there in record time.
As soon as we are in the elevator, I press her up against the mirror and smash my mouth to hers. I fucking missed the taste of her, spending the week away in this torturous mind-fuck after she insisted we just be goddamn friends .
It didn’t help that my father was on my back, forcing me to spend time with Roland Whitney.
The old fellow wasn’t too bad, but my father has plans, and my getting into Roland’s good graces is one of them.
The distraction helped somewhat, but every moment I allowed myself to think about Everleigh, my willpower became weaker.
She carelessly moans into my mouth when the door pings open on my floor. With our breaths uneven and my dick hard beneath my tuxedo pants, I manage to enter my pin code into the keypad to open the door.
My hand reaches out for hers again to lead her into my apartment before I close the door behind us with a kick of my foot. Everleigh scans the main foyer with a curious gaze as I step behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist while kissing her neck.
“Your place is huge,” she barely manages to say, only to moan softly when I suck on her neck like a bloodthirsty vampire.
I turn her around, retaking her lips. This time, there is no stopping me.
I need all of her.
Now.
As I pull away, she watches me with lustful eyes as I lead us into my bedroom.
I push the door open to the dimly lit room.
Outside, darkness has fallen, and frost has blanketed the floor-to-ceiling windows on this cold night.
There are drapes that I could pull shut, but the windows are tinted so no one can see inside.
Just like before, she looks around the room with a smile playing on her lips. “This is such a bachelor pad,” she teases.
I want to tell her I’m done being a bachelor, and all I need is her naked in my bed, but I refrain, knowing the sheer lust of this moment is fucking with my thoughts.
We stand at the foot of the bed as my finger runs across her collarbone. Her gaze falls on my lips, hungry and impatient, while her chest rises and falls. I see the slight fear in her eyes, but fuck it, I’m getting off on her being scared of me.
I open my mouth to speak but shut it again, conflicted by all the emotions fighting for attention at this moment.
Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed as she leans down and crashes her lips back onto mine with urgency.
My hands come around to grip her ass, squeezing her cheeks in my hands with a need to smack her and make her yelp.
Then, I slowly pull away because I can’t take it anymore.
I need all of her.
“I want you to undress for me.” My eyes are commanding.
Taking a step away, she moves her hand to the back of her dress and begins unzipping.
At an agonizingly slow pace, I watch her reach for the straps of her dress until they glide down her arms and fall to her waist. She’s wearing only her white lace bra, so I lick my lips in anticipation, waiting for her to push the dress past her waist and to the floor.
The moment she does, I ache to be inside her. My eyes wander all over her perfect body standing before me in her lace underwear. She steps forward, running her hands through my hair while I teasingly kiss her stomach.
I can’t take it anymore, needing to see her mouth take in my cock. My hand wraps around her wrist as I seat her on the edge of the bed. I’m standing before her with this need to control her mouth. It’s all I can think about.
Everleigh’s amber eyes watch me so innocently. No matter how hard I try to ignore them, they pull me in like a force I have zero power over.
This won’t end well.
The moment you touch her, you’ll never want to stop.
I’m distracted as she toys with the button of my pants, eagerly trying to remove them. I reach to wrap my hand around the back of her neck, desperate to push down and have her take me all in.
But I stand and watch, reining in my patience to observe just how beautiful she looks in my bed. She manages to pull down my pants as I unbutton and remove my shirt, leaving me only in my silk boxers.
Unknowingly, she’s biting on her bottom lip while tugging on my boxers until I spring free. Her eyes, wide with curiosity, find me, and as our gazes lock, she opens her mouth to take me in.
I buckle when her mouth wraps around me, the uncontrollable groan escaping my lips while the rush of pleasure floods my entire body. My eyes close when all of my body tenses from the sheer gratification of knowing she’s the one making me feel this way.
My hands grab her hair, pushing her deep until I hear the sucking noises echo in the room.
Fuck, I don’t know how long I can last.
I ache for more, so I remove myself from Everleigh’s mouth and push her to lie down, then climb on top, pinning her beneath me.
Our kisses deepen, the rush only adding to the intensity, but then I insist she straddle me. There is nothing sexier than seeing a beautiful woman riding my cock.
But given that it’s Everleigh, it’s all of my fantasies come true.
As Everleigh sits on top of me, still in her bra and panties, I trail my finger down her chest as she unclasps her bra.
The moment her tits are exposed, I bite down on my lip, using every muscle I have to stop myself from blowing right this very second.
They’re fucking flawless—round, supple, perfectly positioned light pink nipples, fully erect and expressing how turned on she is right now.
She’s unaware of just how sexy she is.
And I need to show her.
As our gazes lock, the silence speaks loudly between our shallow breaths. Every forbidden fantasy of her—all of them that became a mind-fuck—is happening right in front of me.
And all those years ago, when I kissed her at the lake, I regret not taking the one thing that could have belonged to me all this time.
I could have been the only man to have ever touched her.
To own her.
But I was young and foolish, caught up in my own insecurities, only to land right here.
My throat begins to thicken as I pinch my brows together, losing all hope of resisting the one person I’m not supposed to touch.
The one person who has this hold over me.
This one person who terrifies me.
I can’t hold back, running my fingers along her curves, taking her tits in my mouth as she moans so carelessly, arching her back.
My tongue rolls around her nipple, sucking gently with a small tug of my teeth.
I knead them between my fingers, unable to control my urge to ravage her, begging her silently to let me have her completely and hoping she doesn’t get scared, pulling away at a moment’s notice.
This friend thing? It was never going to work.
And this time, I won’t hold back.
Everleigh’s moans deepen, pleasure and pain all rolled into one. Every beautiful sound warns me she’s close when we haven’t even begun. We have all night, and I refuse to have her leave my bed.
I pull back, sadistically waiting for her to beg.
“Don’t stop,” she pleads, pushing my head back into her breasts.
Like a hungry beast, I ravage them with a sick and twisted need to ensure she wakes up sore. I need her to feel me all over her, to be the only man she will ever think about again.
But then, she shuffles off me and removes her panties.
Fuck.
I stare between her legs. How can a pussy be this fucking perfect?
And why in the hell does this all feel brand-new? Like I’m some teenage boy experiencing his first sexual encounter.
Everleigh hovers back over me, but not before eyeing me with a knowing look. I wait for her to climb on, but she then opens her mouth to say, “We need protection.”
Fuck! I completely forgot for the first time ever.
Reaching for my nightstand, I open the drawer and remove the foil packet.
Tearing at it between my teeth in desperation, I quickly place the condom on the tip of my shaft and slide it down.
What I would do to feel her bareback.
Clutching the back of her neck, I draw her close to me, my mouth eager to kiss her deeply and have her moan in my mouth when I slide inside her.
“Do you want me to stop…” I ask, out of nowhere. “Once I’m inside you, Everleigh, there is no turning back.”
“Aston,” she breathes, sliding herself on as her mouth parts slightly.
I close my eyes, biting down as the sensation grapples my shaft and pleasures me without even the slightest movement.
“I’ve been waiting for this. Fuck me, please .”
Her begging spurs on the beast within me.
I grip her hips, watching her body ride me.
Everleigh doesn’t know just how sexy she is.
Goose bumps cover every inch of her body, and her nipples are hard as I pinch them softly.
Her cries are mixed with moans, the sound fighting for attention with the grunts my body expels.
As I shuffle my body so I’m sitting up against the headboard, it allows me to bury myself deeper within her. I push myself with urgency, but at the same time, she tells me to go deeper.
Everleigh’s face is in line with mine, so close that we lose ourselves in the heat of the moment, and kissing her becomes an addiction. Our tongues feverishly battle, only adding to the heat of our intense fuck.
Pulling away while arching her back, she calls my name until I slide my hand behind her neck again and beg her to look at me.
And at this moment, our eyes connect so profoundly that my emotions run wild in fear.
This isn’t just a moment.
For argument’s sake, if this is a onetime fuck, how do I even begin to forget how easily I’m willing to give up everything to be inside her?
How nothing matters because the desire drives me to make careless decisions.
How everything I know is a blur because I need this woman in my life.
But then she scrapes her thumb on my bottom lip, causing the feverish spell within me to intensify.
“Come with me,” I demand with a rasp. “I want you to come with me, Everleigh.”
Her lips smash onto mine, and the taste is so delicious. I beg my body not to release now, willing the restraint to last a little bit longer so we both feel the rush in sync.
My hands lace around her neck, our foreheads touching as I thrust inside her with a grunt.
She rides my cock, a rhythm building momentum until all I feel is her muscles tighten around my shaft.
My body jerks forward, a shiver following as a deep groan escapes me, and my body basks in euphoria, unable to stop this mind-blowing release that has left me at a loss for words.
My eyes blink rapidly, sweat dripping off my forehead while I try to gather my bearings.
Fuck! I’ve never experienced anything so intense.
Not even when I’ve had threesomes where two girls both fucked me at the same time.
Those weren’t my finest moments, simply a power trip that has nothing on Everleigh.
Our breaths, uneven, echo inside the room.
Slowly, she slides herself off, collapsing beside me and pulling the satin sheet over her.
I discard the condom, tossing it on the floor, and turn to face her.
“I should head home,” she says, breathless, as I spread tiny kisses on her arm.
Without even thinking, I climb back on top of her. I’m held hostage by her deep stare, shades of brown locking me in some sort of trance. Every rational thought is buried deep inside, and I can only think about being inside her again.
I will not let her leave this bed.
I kiss her shoulder, trailing her skin until I’m on her lips. “Stay.”
She pulls away with a vacant expression. “But you don’t let anyone stay over. It’s your rule.”
“Rules are made to be broken, sweetheart.”
I’m hard again, eager to go a second round. As I reach for the nightstand to remove another condom, Everleigh stops me, her stare boring into me.
“I’m on birth control,” she whispers.
I close my eyes momentarily, trying to calm my racing thoughts. I’ve never gone bareback on a woman, no matter how many have told me they’re on birth control.
But this isn’t just any woman.
I take a deep breath and slide myself in, her arousal utterly wet as she moans even louder than before. Her pussy wraps around my bare cock, and all I can think about is just how perfect she feels.
Like everything missing from my life.
To burn with desire and lust, to taste the forbidden fruit of the woman I’ve fantasized about for the longest time, is the greatest punishment if our hearts choose to get involved.
When all the pieces complete the puzzle, there will be no turning back.
And for someone who doesn’t believe in falling in love, the only one set to get her heart broken is the woman I’m inside.
My sister’s best friend.