Chapter Fifteen #2
“Oh, so good. That’s so good, pup. You look so beautiful, so fucking delicious. I want to fuck into you so badly—so fucking badly.”
He’s spurring me on, heightening my pleasure with his words. I can’t will my eyes to open under the weight of this orgasm, but I want to see him. I want to see what face he’s making as I fall apart.
Right as the intense pleasure starts to shift into pain, Everett pulls his fingers out, slowly and carefully, leaving me to feel empty and, quite frankly, alone. I take several deep breaths, gathering myself before I open my eyes.
Everett is staring down at me in awe. There is so much heat in his eyes, so much affection and desire that I can feel my own lust awakening again.
And it’s now that I’m realizing he’s still fully clothed. And I’m noticing because a large section of his shirt is soaked.
My brow furrows as I stare at it, my exhausted body adjusting so that I sit up on my elbows. Surely he hasn’t sweated that much in the past ten minutes? And just there, on his stomach?
“What—” My voice trails off as my hand moves on the comforter beneath me. The wet comforter. My gaze drops, finding it soaked around me, as well as my stomach and chest. The liquid is clear, but it’s most definitely not come. “What the fuck just happened to me, Evie?”
I sound terrified, and I feel terrified. Slightly mortified, too, if we’re making a list. But Everett is still staring at me like he might bend down and devour me at any second.
“You squirted,” he replies simply.
My eyebrows shoot up. “I thought that was a girl thing.”
“Apparently not just girls,” he says, and his voice is breathless. “I never even touched your dick. You came—you squirted from only stimulation to your ass.”
I groan, rubbing at my forehead. “Jesus. Okay. We don’t need to rehash the details.”
A choked laugh leaves Everett as I peek at him through my fingers. “That was the hottest thing I have ever seen in my entire life. In fact, I couldn’t even speak for a solid fifteen seconds. Me—I couldn’t speak. And I want… I want…”
He’s staring at me so hungrily that I feel my cock twitch, which is fucking nuts.
“You want what?” I ask.
He swallows. “I want to taste it.”
Before I can object, Everett bends down and licks a long strip over my stomach, collecting a decent amount of the mystery fluid.
“Everett!” I shout, but he’s groaning, drowning out my complaint.
He’s licking, again and again, and it honestly feels really fucking good.
“It tastes so good, baby,” he speaks into my skin. “It tastes just like you.”
“Fuck,” I mumble, falling back against the bed.
“Next time, I’m fucking you so that I can feel it when you do that.”
I freeze, slowly lowering my gaze to where he’s trailing his eyes over various parts of me, occasionally licking at wet spots.
“Next time?” I whisper.
Everett lifts his eyes to meet mine, grinning. “Yeah. There’ll be a next time, right?”
I swallow this new anxiety, this self-doubt, and take a shaky breath. “Are you… Are you too turned off to do it now? Is it the squirting thing?”
Everett sits up to his full height, peering down at me with a stern expression. After watching me for a moment, he lifts a hand as if to stop my train of thought, and says,
“Are you telling me that you’re willing to put my dick up your ass after coming like that?” Before I can reply, he interjects again, adding, “Let me rephrase: you just came so hard I thought you’d pass out the very first time you’ve ever had anything in your ass, and you still want me to fuck you?”
It’s kind of comical, really, how he’s vibrating in front of me. How I can tell that as soon as I give him that green light, he’s going to pounce on me.
But the fact that he was ready to call it a night and neglect his own pleasure just because he saw how intense that orgasm was for me is doing something to my heart that it shouldn’t be.
My Evie, so sweet to me.
“I think I can handle it,” I reply.
He’s on top of me in a second, his tongue pushing its way into my mouth. Those hands of his are trailing up my sides, spreading that wetness over my body, but I can’t find it in me to care. It feels filthy, and knowing how much it’s turning him on is really getting to me.
“You looked so good, Sky,” Everett says, pulling back enough to place a kiss on the tip of my nose. “Of all the times I’ve imagined how beautiful you’d be in that position, nothing has ever come close to that.”
I shiver against him, hands tightening on the back of his shirt.
“It felt incredible. It was almost too much,” I admit. “I want to feel that with you inside of me so badly.”
“Oh, god.” Everett drops his mouth to my neck, sucking on the skin harshly, using it as an outlet for his sexual aggression.
I take the pain; I take his need and his affection. I would take anything he gave me, and I don’t feel as if this is a new revelation to me.
I jerk slightly as I feel his finger once again press to my entrance. It’s wet, and I would bet money that he’s using that clear fluid that came out of me a few minutes ago as a lubricant.
He prods at me for a moment, panting against my neck. Then, without warning and in one quick movement, Everett pushes two fingers inside, as deep as they will go.
I groan, a hand coming up to yank aggressively at his hair. His face is still tucked into my neck, so he’s easy to snatch up, to ground myself with.
Those long fingers are already pumping in and out, and just as I think I’ll start adjusting to the feeling, he scissors them open.
“Don’t!” I yelp. “Don’t do that; you’ll rip me open.” My words sound closer to a sob than a command.
Everett kisses up my neck to my cheek, shushing me.
“Shh, it’s okay. I have to open you up, Sky.
I looked it up, and if I stick it in now, you’ll bleed.
” He scissors his fingers again, wider this time, and I whine against him as I pull harder at his hair.
“Ah, that’s right. You can hurt me. Let me feel it; show me just how much this is getting to you. ”
And it is. This feels like he’s ripping me open. Not necessarily in the painful way, but the terrifying stretch of it. It feels unnatural, uncomfortable, foreign.
As Everett continues this sickening movement, I feel his thumb brush over my taint, rubbing at it softly. It sends tingles up the base of my dick, which is hardening, lengthening between us. I can feel it, and Everett feels it too as he picks his head up and looks me in the eyes.
I expect him to say something, to taunt me or spew some more incredibly obscene lines my way. But instead, he slides another finger into my hole, and I’m gasping, brows furrowing and mouth dropping open.
“Oh, fuck,” I groan, staring up at him as he hovers above.
And he never looks away. Everett is watching my every move, and the look in his eyes makes me nauseous with its affection, with its obsession. It’s so much, so intense, and I want to bottle it up and store it for later use. To keep it forever.
Everett is looking at me as if he’s in love with me. As if he owns me.
He works me open with three fingers for a minute, and once I’m completely relaxed around him, he pulls them out. I watch as he climbs off the bed, as he yanks his shirt off and drops his pants.
He’s pulling his briefs off, exposing his leaking cock to me, as a thought that should have occurred to me long ago just now surfaces.
“Everett,” I start. “Do you have a condom?”
I watch in real time as the color drains from his face, his eyes widening.
So… no.
He peers around the room for a moment, as if to manifest one with sheer willpower. And as that’s not working, obviously, he turns back to me and says,
“I’ll run to the store.”
Oh lord.
“You are not running to the store when you’ve been drinking, Everett,” I deadpan.
He frowns, brown eyes falling to stare at the floor. I can feel the disappointment rolling off of him in waves as his dick hangs before me, hard and proud, unaffected by the change in atmosphere.
“That’s true. Okay, next time then.” He lifts his head, giving me a smile that I can so easily see through.
Fake motherfucker.
“Hey,” I call out, my voice cracking on the tail end.
Everett is picking up his jeans as he hums out a “Hm?”
“Listen… If you don’t want to, I won’t be mad, but I’m offering because I wouldn’t mind…
” Embarrassment is keeping me from pushing the words out, but those brown eyes snap up to meet mine, wide and hesitant.
He can tell where I’m going with this but needs to hear me say it.
“If you want to fuck me, you can fuck me raw.”
Everett closes his eyes and takes a moment, inhaling a long and deep breath. I watch his dick twitch, a bead of arousal glistening as it slides down his shaft.
“I need you to really think about what you’re saying, Skylar,” he insists. “Remember who I am. I’ve had sex with someone else in the past week—a few days ago, actually.”
Well, that doesn’t feel good to hear, to be reminded of.
“How many people?” I ask.
Everett looks confused by the question. “Just one. You know who it was.”
I appreciate that he’s sparing me the pain of hearing her name while I’m in this position.
“And just once?”
“Yeah, we didn’t get very far the second time.” Everett flushes with embarrassment as he adds, “I couldn’t get hard.”
Oof. Why does that make me feel so good? Especially while he’s hard and swollen, ready to combust right this moment just for me?
“Then—”
“No, Skylar, I’m serious,” he interrupts. “Take a moment and really think about this.”
I know who Everett is. I’ve known him for longer than I’ve been alive without him at my side. I don’t need a moment.
Sure, he used to sleep around a lot, but he was always safe about it; that much I know. I trust him. If he thought for even one second that it could endanger my health, he would outright refuse me.
More importantly, what’s really driving my want is that I’m about to lose my virginity to him and I’m actually getting a bit emotional about it. I never put much importance on first—my first kiss with Kelly was practically a joke.