Chapter 29 Evan
Of course, even with a bruised bone in his arm, my son’s a little pocket rocket. He hasn’t stopped, and even though I’ve been worried he’s going to hurt himself again, I haven’t coddled him. It’s not what he needs or wants.
He’s sound asleep in his bedroom, while I sit at the kitchen table in my underwear, having a stare-off with my coffee pot. It wouldn’t be good for me to have some, but it’s tempting.
“Midnight snack?”
I’m startled and pivot to see Flo leaning against the doorway in her tiny lavender sleep shorts and tank top. Her apple scent fills the room. I breathe it in greedily because soon, it’ll be gone.
Fuck, how does she get even more gorgeous every time I see her? Her hair isn’t tousled, which indicates she hasn’t just awoken from slumber, but probably hasn’t been able to sleep, like me.
We both know why.
“Couldn’t sleep,” I say.
At this point, I’m not too sure why we don’t sleep in the same bed—I’m inside her most nights—but maybe that just feels too intimate. Too personal. Perhaps it’s also the fact that she’s leaving in a matter of days, and we haven’t spoken much about it.
“Do you always sleep wearing boxers?”
I quirk a brow. It’s an odd question, but this is Flo McKenna we’re talking about, here. “No, I sleep naked.”
She hums, almost like she’s reflecting on a recent memory. “So why are you wearing boxers now?”
“In case you caught me.”
That gets her laughing. “I’ve seen it before, West.” She’s walking towards me now. “A little surprise kitchen dick wouldn’t scare me off.”
A scoff. “Why not? You like surprise kitchen dick?”
“Love it.”
My hands instantly grip her waist when she reaches me, tracing delicate lines on her skin. It’s comforting, and suddenly, the thought of coffee doesn’t interest me in the slightest. This woman in front of me has my undivided attention. She’s my new addiction.
“You look like you want something, Evan? Are you going to ask for it?”
My greys blaze. Oh, is that how this is? “Sit on my lap, Flo. Without the silly little shorts.”
“Usually I’d want a please, but I’ll let you off this time because you’re hot.” As if teasing me, Flo juts a hip out, ever so slowly swaying them while simultaneously shuffling her silky shorts down until they land in a heap at her white-painted toes.
She straddles me, and I lean down to kiss her with a fire I didn’t know I had behind me. She’s so warm. Fits so perfectly around me, like she was made for me. I’m convinced she might have been.
“I can feel you dripping onto my thighs, trouble.”
Suddenly, my words put her desire for control into a state of hibernation. Her face changes into one of desperation.
“I want you so badly, Evan.”
“Yeah? Do you think you can be quiet, though?”
Her chin dips to her chest in a desperate nod.
“Then ride me, Flo. Ride my cock.”
“Yes, boss.”
That gains her a frosty glare, but I secretly like it.
Flo springs my dick free and wraps her hand around the base, stroking it a few times. Each pump causes a wave of pleasure to rocket through me.
“You know, I used to ride horses?”
“Did you just call me a horse?” My brow crease deepens.
With a titter, Flo raises herself before notching the head of my cock against her opening, and we both groan.
She taunts me a little, rolling her hips and clenching her pussy, until she can’t take it anymore, and she drops down.
Her forehead rests against my shoulder while I’m nestled deep inside her.
“Oh, God, Flo. Holy shit.”
I’ve never fucked her from this angle, and there’s no way I’ll last long.
I pop my fingers into my mouth, wet them, and begin swirling them around Flo’s clit as she starts to slide up and down my length at a torturous pace, her hands on my thighs in front of her.
Her tongue pokes out to dab at her lip in concentration.
“Evan, this position… I’m so… full.”
“This really is a sight, Flo. Watching you slide up and down on my cock. Pussy struggling to take all of me. Fuck. Keep going. I know you can take it all.”
Her nails dig into my neck, our breaths mingling. The chair is making a quiet scraping noise against the floorboards with each drop of her hips, so I brace one hand against the table to stop the wood. But it feels like a waste, and within a moment, that hand is back on her body.
“How many orgasms would you like tonight?”
“What is this? Some kind of restaurant service?”
“How many orgasms, Flo?”
“Two.”
I raise a brow. “Only two? How about we make it three?” I’ve got her reaching her peak with a few more swipes of her clit. Her body spasms, but she tries her best to remain quiet, a quivering hand gently covering her mouth. “That’s one.”
“Evan,” Flo moans.
“Yes, baby?”
She doesn’t respond. Instead, she continues to rock onto me, chest trickling with beds of sweat.
With every rise and fall, she takes more of me, but it’s not enough, so I rip her slinky top from her body and wrap it around her back, holding onto both ends of the piece of fabric so it’s like a belt on her.
After pulling, Flo falls against my chest. I then begin pumping, and she clings to me with a chorus of desperate moans as I thrust deep into her weeping pussy, body bouncing on top of mine.
My lips hover by her ear so that she can hear my grunts and groans. I know she loves it.
The proximity of our bodies causes friction, her clit being pinched with every plunge. And judging by her trembling bottom lip I spot when she pulls her head back, she’s close.
“That’s it. Is that going to be number two?”
“Yes, oh my God, yes,” she grits out, the walls of her pussy fluttering around me, breathing rate quickening.
I’m so close to jumping off the cliff with her, but I’ve promised her three, so three is what she’ll get.
“Are you going to miss this, Flo?” I whisper huskily into her ear. “Miss this cock? Miss this home? Miss me?”
“Yes. Fuck, I’m going to miss this all so much.”
“Well, let me give you something to remember me by.” She’s in my vice-like grip now, and I throw her slinky top to the floor and press her up against the kitchen wall, pistoning into her. Her legs are wide for me.
Every pump feels better than the next, for her and for me.
“Please, Evan, I need—”
“What is it you need? Tell me what you need.”
“You. I just need you to make me come. For the third time. Please.”
That’s all I need to hear before I’m using one hand to hold her up, and one to slowly circle her clit, which is a contrast to the pace I’m fucking her at.
The wall behind her begins to shake, but I pay it no mind because pleasure is wrapping itself around the bottom of my spine, making it tingle. I’m so fucking close.
“Let me hear it, Flo. Your moans are my favourite sound.”
Our gazes clash, completely electric, and her mouth forms into an ‘O’ shape.
“Fuck, Evan,” she chants into my neck, body shuddering, legs tightening around my waist as her clit throbs and pulsates.
Her pussy tightens around me, and a second after she’s come down from her orgasm, I pull out and finish, my fluid dripping onto Flo’s thick thighs.
Resting my forehead against hers, I break out into a smile, which results in Flo doing the same.
She kisses me, hard and feverish. “Now a midnight snack?”
“I'm good. I’ve just had mine.”
She swats at my chest, but can't force the humour from her features.