Chapter 24 Flo #2
I reach to grip his pulsating cock, but rub my pussy first, gathering as much of my wetness on my fingers as I can, before smearing it over his dick.
“Do that again, baby,” he groans, causing me to smile.
His head tips back with pleasure as I smear more of my juices over him. He grunts as I massage his cock slowly, keeping my legs wide for him, so he can see what rubbing his dick does to me.
“You’re making a mess on the bench. I fucking love it.”
With one hand stroking his dick, swiping the bead of pre-cum that leaks out with my thumb, my other hand swirls around my own clit.
“This is what I wanted in the hotel bathroom in New York, too,” I tell him, eyebrows dragged together with pleasure.
“All you had to do was say the words, and I would have been yours.” Evan’s got his hands on either side of the bench, chest rising and falling as he breathes heavily. He tilts his head back, thrusting his hips slowly, so he’s pumping my hand.
The view is captivating. Watching this man almost fall apart for me is something I didn’t know I wanted—no, needed—when we first met.
Evan then pulls himself out of my grip. “As much as I’d love to finish all over those pretty tits of yours right now, I need to be inside you.”
With his hand pressing against my sternum, he guides me back so I’m lying flat on the bench. He drops down to his jeans and pulls out his wallet, mouth downturned. “The condom I have in here is probably expired. But I can go and—”
“Just fuck me, Evan. Bare. I want all of you.”
A chuckle slips. “I really don’t need another kid right now, Flo.”
“I’m on birth control.”
Eyes dropping to my dripping pussy, Evan responds with, “I’m going to pull out, okay?”
As much as I’d love to be filled with his cum at the end of this, I understand that birth control isn’t one hundred percent effective. The least helpful thing for both of us right now would be a pregnancy scare.
Evan steps forward, brushing the head of his dick through my wetness, swirling it around my clit. I latch onto him, and loud moans fall from both of our lips at the same time.
The second he pushes it inside, I feel the tight pressure. We take it slow, because there’s a good chance Evan could rip me in half if he doesn’t let me adjust. The sudden stretch I feel is incredible, stings slightly, but I feel so full, and I only want more.
“Shit. Your dick is so fucking big, Evan.”
“We’ll take as long as you need, Flo. I can be gentle.” He presses a soft kiss to my temple, leaning over me like I’m his anchor, and whenever I move, so does he. He groans when he feels me intentionally tighten myself around him, head flopping into the space between my neck and shoulder.
“I don’t want gentle, though, Evan. I want to be fucked. By you. On this bench.”
“Are you sure?”
I then wrap my legs around his waist and eagerly press my heels into his back, causing him to sink even further into me.
My eyes widen, and pleasure rockets through me, an uncontrollable moan coming out.
The same happens with him. “Do I look as if I’m not sure?
I want to be full of you. I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
“If that’s what you want.” Drawing his hips back all the way, Evan slams into me at my request. Curse words immediately fall, all from intense pleasure. “Evan… holy fucking shit.”
“Is this full enough for you, Flo?”
My breaths are laboured already. “Yes, fuck yes.”
He starts slowly, before quickening his pace. My body grips onto his, and my arms cling to him as if he’s about to let me go.
“This pussy is so hot, Flo. So tight. Just so fucking tight.”
Pounding into me, he rolls his forehead against mine, and I let my eyes drop down to take a peek at his cock, soaking wet, pummelling into me, and when I tighten around him again, Evan tilts my chin up and presses his fingers into my mouth.
I suck on them, and he pulls them out with a loud pop and swirls them over my swollen clit.
“You’re so beautiful, Flo. Just so goddamn beautiful. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”
“Evan,” I moan repeatedly, which makes a smile tug his lips.
“Yes, baby?” he grits out between thrusts.
“Shit. You’re beautiful, too.”
That makes the most dazzling grin appear on his face, before he grunts with pleasure, hands gripping me.
For the first time in what feels like forever, a blush reddens my face.
A real blush, that’s searing hot and starts at the base of the neck before blooming over my entire face.
Not from embarrassment. Not from being caught doing something I shouldn’t.
But the sensation of Evan’s words, and how heavily they’ve landed inside of me, touched a part of me that I’ve kept hidden from the majority of people in my life.
Because this isn’t just sex between us, it’s two people opening up and allowing someone in, allowing someone to see all of them. The real them.
“That’s it, baby. Keep taking me. You’re doing so well. Good job. Good fucking job. You’re so talented.”
Well, that’s done it for me.
“Evan, don’t stop. I think I’m gonna…”
“Let me see you come for me again, trouble. Let me feel that pussy clench around my cock. Fuck. Yes.”
And it does. I orgasm loudly, yelling his name, which causes him to fuck me faster. After I’ve come back down, he pulls out, which makes me pout, but flips me around until my chest is pressed against the wet bench, and my ass is in the air for him.
Landing a hard slap to it, Evan chuckles when I wiggle, desperate to be full again, and he slips back in. His hands dig into the globes of my ass while his hips collide with them each time he bottoms out.
This position allows him to fuck me deeper. Faster. I’m utterly breathless, unable to fill my lungs, but the chase is addictive.
Evan’s thighs hitting the back of mine.
Our moans, tangled like a mess of thin thread.
The quiet stirring of the lake behind us.
My own heartbeat, beating in time with Evan’s.
Those are all I hear for the next few minutes while he curls himself over me and links his hands with one of mine.
And when pleasure blossoms deep in my abdomen again, spiralling so tightly that it feels like it’s going to explode inside of me, my nails dig into Evan’s knuckles, and I cry out, which makes his dick twitch as he leaps off that cliff seconds after me.
He spills over my ass, the liquid hot and sticky.
“Shit, Flo,” he mumbles after I’ve turned over, leaning against the bench since my shaking legs definitely can’t take my weight right now.
“I know,” I respond.
We cling to each other. We’re both damp and out of breath, and a chuckle sounds from my throat once I get enough oxygen in me.
“What?” he questions with a grin.
“Evan West, fucking his nanny on a public bench, where anyone could have walked past and seen.” I tut, trailing my pointer finger down his hair-dusted chest. “How scandalous of you.”