29. Shield-Surfing Right into Her DMs
The suite was a sanctuary,a haven from the emotional turmoil of the night. As soon as the door closed behind us, I found myself swept up in Everett’s arms, his kiss igniting a fire that the evening’s events had only fueled. His lips moved against mine with an intensity that spoke of more than just desire—it was a promise, a declaration.
“No one has ever stood up for me like that,” I murmured against his lips, my hands fumbling at his tie, loosening it with shaky fingers. “You made me feel brave. And… you looked incredibly hot threatening Brad.”
Everett chuckled, the sound rich in the quiet of the room. “Well, I can’t have anyone talking to my girlfriend like that.” He caught my hands in his, slowing my frenzied undressing. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about what happened? It was a lot, Rachel.”
I shook my head, pressing closer to him. “No, talking can wait. Right now, I need… I need you.”
His eyes darkened with desire, and he kissed me again, deeply, before pulling back just enough to speak. “Anything you need, I’m here.”
Encouraged by his words, I felt a boldness take over, a desire to explore a fantasy I had harbored but never voiced. “Since I’m on this journey of saying who I am and what I want…” I trailed off, my gaze dropping to the plush carpet before daring to meet his again. “Can I tell you about something I’ve always wanted to try?”
Everett’s expression shifted to one of intrigued excitement. “I’m all ears. And yes, I will literally try whatever if you keep kissing me like that.”
I bit my lip, feeling the last of my inhibitions melting away. “I’ve always wanted to role play. Kind of step into those fantasy worlds we create…” My voice was a whisper now, a confession of my deepest desires.
His smirk was both playful and promising. “What did you have in mind?”
Glancing towards the bed, I felt my pulse quicken with the possibilities. “We can start small. You know, the ‘two enemies, one bed’ trope. The… angry sex. I have a lot of energy pent up, and…”
“Princess,” Everett interrupted, his voice husky with anticipation, “I would be thrilled to help you explore that. Go change into something comfortable, and I’ll wait for you here.”
With a nod, tinged with a thrill of excitement for the night ahead, I turned towards the bathroom. As I walked away, I could feel his gaze on me, heavy with desire and admiration. It was empowering, knowing I was about to embrace a part of myself I’d always hidden away.
Tonight, I wasn’t just Rachel or Huntra—I was both, and Everett loved each part of me. The thought sent a shiver of anticipation down my spine as I prepared to step into a new role, one that promised to be as exhilarating as it was liberating.
Everett’s gaze followed me as I reentered the room, the soft rustle of silk against my skin matching the quiet anticipation that hung in the air. He was posed like a challenge, arms crossed, with a playful smirk tugging at his lips.
“You can sleep on the floor,” he quipped, his voice low and teasing.
I raised an eyebrow, smirking back as I approached him. “Fat chance, I’m a lady; I’m sleeping on the bed.”
“Are you too much of a princess to sleep on the floor?” he taunted, shifting to make space for me, yet filling the room with his presence.
“If you’re so concerned about sharing a bed with me, you can sleep there. I am definitely getting the comfortable mattress.”
His expression shifted, the playful edge mingling with something deeper, more intense. “I don’t want to sleep next to you,” he murmured, his voice huskier now.
“Why not?” I asked, a hint of vulnerability flickering through my defiance.
“Because it’s bad enough I have to spend day after day with you. Watching you. Smelling you. Feeling you beside me. It’s maddening.” His words hung between us, charged with an electric tension.
“Do you think I want to be near you, either?” I shot back, my fake frustration rising. His proximity was a wild dance of desire and irritation in my veins.
His breath was a warm whisper against my cheek. “You’re infuriating,” he growled softly, just before his lips claimed mine in a sudden, intense kiss that stole my breath away.
I shoved him back, heart racing, cheeks flushed. “What was that?” I demanded, though my voice trembled with rising need.
Everett’s gaze hardened as he leaned in close, his voice dropping to a mock-threatening whisper. “Just me making a point. You want me and it pisses you off. And, Princess, I’m about to make you mad as hell.”
I narrowed my eyes, rising to the challenge. “Prove it.”
He scoffed, crossing his arms and looming over me with a smirk. “With pleasure.”
He kissed me rough. Like he wanted to scorch me with his tongue. It was the hottest kiss of my life.
“I’m going to drive you mad. I’m going to be the one thing you can’t stop thinking about. The enemy you wish you could hate but can’t help wanting.”
“Ha!” I shot back, trying to mask how his words stirred something within me. “I don’t want you. I want to beat you at your own game.”
“That so?” he murmured. “Then make your move.”
I paused, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. This was just a game, but it felt exhilarating. With a playful yet defiant smirk, I pushed him lightly, signaling the start of our mock battle. “You asked for it.”
He caught my hands, pulling me close with a swift motion, his breath hot on my face.
“You’ll beg for it.”
With that, the space between us ignited with intensity, each touch and kiss a fiery clash of wills. Our playful hostility transformed into a passionate urgency, as if each moment we spent fighting only fueled our desire further. It was a game of push and pull, give and take, where neither of us wanted to win if it meant the other would lose.
Everett’s eyes darkened, his voice a seductive promise. “I’m taking what I want.” And with those words, he pulled me back to him, his kiss deepening, demanding, as if he could draw the very essence of me into himself.
And I responded with equal fervor, my earlier reservations swept away by the storm of need that raged through every touch, every kiss, every breath shared between us.
As our lips clashed, the boundaries between fantasy and reality blurred. Our hands roamed across each other’s bodies, tracing the curves and lines with frantic moves. The tension that had been building between us now found an outlet, a conduit for the desire that had been burning brightly beneath the surface.
I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, the rhythmic thud throbbing in time with the passion that enveloped us. His arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me closer, as if he could not bear to be any further from the source of his infatuation.
I was lost in the embrace, the feeling of being held close by someone who wanted me so desperately that he was willing to risk everything for a chance to have me. I wasn’t sure if I was still Rachel or Huntra, or if that mattered anymore. All I knew was that I was caught up in a whirlwind of emotions and desires that had been simmering beneath the surface for far too long.
Everett’s hands were exploring my body now, tracing the curve of my waist, the swell of my breasts, the sensitive skin of my neck. My skin tingled where his fingers touched, as if electrified by his touch.
Our lips met again, and as our kiss deepened and our bodies pressed against each other, I could feel the heat building between us. Everett stripped out of his clothes.
My nightgown dropped to the floor.
His hands grabbed my breasts. Kneading. Pulling.
His teeth tugged on my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Princess. I want you so bad it hurts.”
We moved to the bed, with him sitting on the edge and me moving to his lap. “Then fucking prove it.”
I straddled him.
I lowered onto his hard cock, letting it fill me, letting him consume me.
His hands grabbed my hips, pulling me harder against him, his thrusts matching the rhythm of my up and down motion. My nails raked against his back, leaving marks that mirrored the desire coursing through me.
Everett’s breath was rough, his eyes locked on mine as our bodies moved in perfect synchrony. Our lips met again, our tongues dueling in a desperate dance of desire.
Our moans filled the room, mingling with the scent of our arousal and the sound of our skin slapping together. It was raw, primal, and undeniably carnal.
“You’re so tight,” he growled, his voice husky with lust. “You feel so fucking good. I hate how fucking good you feel. How weak you make me. Your pussy clenches my cock, and it pisses me off.”
“I hate you,” I growled, my voice dripping with venom. “But I want you to take me harder, make me scream.”
Everett’s eyes narrowed, a smirk playing on his lips as he gripped my waist and thrust into me rougher than before. “You’re going to regret asking for that.”
He pulled out and slammed back in, causing me to moan in both pain and pleasure. “I’ll never regret it,” I spat back, meeting his fierce gaze. “Just keep fucking me like this.”
I rode him harder, faster, his hands gripping my hips so tight it felt like he was trying to pull me into him entirely. Our breaths were ragged, our bodies slick with sweat as we moved together, our hips thrusting in perfect harmony.
I arched my back, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I tried to get closer, to feel him deeper. My body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure.
“Please, don’t stop,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need.
“Admit you want me.”
“Fuck me harder,” I moaned, my body craving the roughness. “Make me forget who I am.”
Everett complied, his thrusts becoming more frenzied, each one driving me closer to the edge. My breath hitched, my body trembling with the sheer force of the pleasure he was giving me.
I pleaded, breathless, “Don’t you dare make me wait any longer.”
He sneered, his eyes blazing into mine as he pounded into me with increasing force. “I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” he growled.
With each thrust, anger and hatred fueled our movements, our bodies crashing together in a frenzied rhythm. Our lips clashed in a bruising kiss, our tongues battling for dominance as we both fought to prove a point.
“I hate you,” I gasped between moans. What I really meant was I love you.
“Good,” he snarled back.
My orgasm was building, the tension coiling within me. I could feel it snake its way up my spine, electrifying every cell in my body. Everett’s cock throbbed inside me, matching my rhythm perfectly. The heat between us was building, becoming more intense with each passing moment.
“I’m almost there,” I hissed through clenched teeth, my nails digging into his back. “Don’t you dare stop now.”
He chuckled darkly, his grip on my hips tightening as he pounded into me relentlessly.
A snarling laugh escaped his lips, feral and full of wicked intent. As we both approached the edge, he growled out an ultimate challenge, his eyes blazing with unbridled rage and lust. “I’ll make sure you remember who truly owns you.”
And then, just like that, the dam broke. our bodies exploded into a million pieces as we reached the pinnacle of pleasure. I cried out, my voice hoarse, my body arching off Everett as wave after wave of pure ecstasy washed over us. His tense body, and the way his mouth whispered, “Yes, princess. Fuck, Princess,” as he came made the entire experience surreal.
As we lay there, covered in sweat and gasping for breath, our bodies still shaking from the intensity of our encounter, I reveled in enjoying something I’d been fantasizing about for years.
“That was… intensely satisfying,” he finally said, breaking the silence.
I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. “Yeah, it was.”
His lips grazed my ear. “I want you to remember this moment, Princess. Remember how I made you feel and how you craved me. Remember how we fucked hard. And I want you to tell me every single fucking fantasy you have. Every desire. Everything you’ve been hiding because you were afraid of being judged. I want you to give me it all so I can make you feel this good for the rest of our lives.”
I closed my eyes, a shiver running down my spine as the reality of his words sank in. This was a man who knew how to push boundaries, who understood the depths of my desires and the darkest corners of my soul.
“Okay,” I whispered, my voice shaking slightly. “I have a few.”
Everett pulled away, his eyes searching mine for any sign of fear. But there was only trust and loyalty reflected back at him. He nodded, his face softening into a small smile.
“I guess I should buy some costumes,” he joked. “I’ll literally do whatever because that was hot as fuck.”
I giggled and cuddled closer, stroking his chest with the tips of my fingers. “I love you,” I whispered.
He tilted my chin up to stare at me with those kind, beautiful eyes. “I love you too, Princess.”