Chapter 24
CHLOE
Later that night, I lay in bed, unable to relax. I couldn’t stop thinking about the titty show I’d given Evan. He’d left me completely starving for more—and more than a little pissed.
Just after ten PM, my phone chimed with a text.
Evan: Are you awake?
My heart beat faster as I typed.
Chloe: I am.
The dots moved around for several seconds before his response came in.
Evan: Can I come to your room?
Heat crept up my neck.
Chloe: Yes.
A moment later, my door creaked open. Just as I’d opened my mouth to speak, Evan placed his finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet.
“What’s up?” I whispered.
He locked the door behind him and leaned against it for a moment, his chest moving up and down as he breathed.
Then he walked over to the closet, the one I always made sure was shut before bed. He opened it. At first I thought he was just messing with me. But then he stepped inside and gestured for me to join him.
My heart raced as I got out of bed, but I didn’t move, choosing to bust his balls instead. “Not sure if I should. I don’t really like you tonight,” I teased.
His eyes darkened. “You don’t have to like me to come on my face.”
Well, okay, then. Those words hit me right between the legs, causing my muscles to quiver. What had gotten into him right now? Actually, I didn’t care.
I walked toward the closet, and Evan pulled me in and shut the sliding door, locking us inside. While it wasn’t a walk-in closet, it was roomy, big enough to comfortably fit us. He pulled the string to turn on the small light.
I looked up at him. “You know I hate the closet.”
“Well, maybe I can change your mind about closets tonight, if you let me.”
A chill rolled down my spine. “You think so, huh?”
Evan leaned in and spoke against my neck. “Take off your shirt for me. All the way this time.”
Instantly aroused, my nipples practically turned to steel upon his command.
I lifted my T-shirt over my head, letting my breasts fall freely.
Not even two seconds passed before he lowered his mouth to my chest, sucking so hard on my nipple that I practically saw stars.
I could feel his erection as he pressed against my abdomen.
He groaned. “Fuck, Chloe. I’ve been dying for this.”
I bent my head back, scratching my fingers through his thick hair as he swirled his tongue along my nipple.
He took turns with each breast and alternated between sucking, licking, kissing, and gently biting.
Soon, my breasts were damp with his saliva, and my panties were just as soaked.
If you could die from physical need, that’s how my body felt at the moment.
Then he kissed up my neck, finally taking my mouth in his.
The moment I gasped, I felt the vibration of his deep groan down the back of my throat.
It felt like gravity shifted the moment our tongues collided.
Of all the ways I’d imagined my first kiss with Evan Ricci, in a closet with my tits hanging out hadn’t been on the list. But with every eager lap of his tongue against mine, the nerve endings in my body lit up more.
Threading my fingers through his hair, I felt like I was drowning in his magnificent taste.
Then he slowed down for a moment and laughed.
“What’s so funny?” I said between our lips smacking together.
“You taste like sour peach rings.” He moved back. “But I need to taste something else right now.”
I licked across my bottom lip, starving for the return of his mouth. But Evan kissed down my abdomen before kneeling at my waist.
I looked down to find him staring up at me, a desperate look in his eyes. “Can I?”
“Yes,” I answered, not even sure what he was asking permission for. But no matter, the answer was a resounding hell yes.
Evan’s hands shook a little as he looped his fingers into the elastic of my pajama bottoms and pulled them down.
He rubbed his calloused palms over my stomach before he lowered my panties.
For a few seconds, he just stared at me as I stood bare before him.
He looked up and met my eyes before muttering something unintelligible.
Then he leaned in and swiped his tongue along my clit.
He did it again. And again. And again. Then he opened wide and began to devour me, pressing his mouth firmly and working his tongue in circles, licking, sucking, groaning.
I bucked my hips to meet the movements of his mouth.
“That’s it. Rub your pussy all over my tongue,” he rasped. “Mmm...” A moment later, he stopped and said, “Lie down on your back.”
Adrenaline coursed through me. There was barely enough room in this tight space, but where there’s a will, there’s a way. I lowered myself and leaned my back against a blanket I found on the floor of the closet.
Evan knelt and hovered over me, wasting no time sliding my ass toward him and spreading my legs apart.
He lowered his face to my crotch and pressed his tongue against my clit firmly before he slipped it all the way inside, moving it in and out.
I writhed with the contact, beside myself with pleasure.
The heat of his breaths and his hot tongue invading me nearly sent me over the edge.
I had to keep stopping myself from coming as I gripped his hair, pressing him deeper into me.
My clit throbbed as my orgasm threatened to explode.
I wanted to stop before I climaxed and beg him to fuck me, but the memory of his past rejection prevented me from asking for what I wanted. Instead, I scooted up a bit and reached for his belt buckle, trying to return the favor.
He placed his hand over mine. “Not tonight. This is about you.”
I couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t want me to pleasure him. I couldn’t seem to care enough to argue right now, though. I was about to combust any second, my body now demanding release.
“I need to come,” I urged.
“Come all over my mouth, Chloe.”
The muscles between my legs spasmed as I released my hold and allowed the most amazing orgasm to roll through me. The pleasure was so intense, I felt like I might pass out. Pretty sure I gushed, too. What in the Evan Ricci was that? That had never happened in my life.
Feeling limp, I let my head fall back and breathed until I’d fully come down from it. But I was nowhere near satisfied. I wanted more. I got up on my knees. “Stand up, Evan. I want to suck your dick.”
Evan stood so fast that he hit his head on the light fixture. “Ow!” he grunted as it came crashing down and fell to the floor. The next thing I knew there was glass everywhere.
“How the fuck?” Evan rubbed his head.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” He sighed. “Be careful. There are shards of glass.”
“I’m having déjà vu,” I said as I quickly stepped out of the closet. Thankfully, I had thick socks on, and Evan was wearing shoes.
He stood there scratching his head as he looked down at the mess. I cracked up as I gathered my clothes.
Then the doorknob to my bedroom moved. I froze.
“I heard a crash,” Effie said from behind the door. “And Daddy’s not in his room.”
“One second, Effie!” Evan called. “Everything’s fine. I’m in here.” He ran a hand through his messed-up hair.
I got dressed as fast as humanly possible and positioned myself nonchalantly on the edge of the bed.
Out of breath, Evan opened the door. “It’s okay, honey. The light fixture in Chloe’s closet fell, and I ran out of my room fast because I thought it was a burglar.”
“I got scared.” Her little chest heaved.
“I’m sorry, baby.” He caressed her hair. “There’s no reason to be scared.”
“How come the door was locked?”
“I…didn’t want you to come in with bare feet,” Evan answered without missing a beat.
“Oh.”
“Everything’s okay now. Go back to bed, baby.”
“Okay, Daddy.” She looked over at me. “’Night, Chloe.”
“’Night, sweet girl. Sorry to wake you. Get some sleep.”
Evan watched from the doorway as she headed back to her room.
When he finally turned to me, I felt my cheeks burn.
He closed the door slowly. “I’m sorry I lost control like that,” he said in a low voice.
“I’m only sorry I didn’t have a chance to reciprocate,” I whispered.
Evan rubbed his head. “The only thing that went down on me tonight was the light.”
I snorted. “Oh my God.”
“I’ll clean it up in the morning. Just don’t walk over there, okay?” He winked. “I closed the door for you.”
“Okay.” I swung my legs playfully as I sat at the edge of the bed, feeling like I was on cloud nine.
“I’d better go.” His brown eyes burned into mine one last time before he walked out of the room.
I stared up at the ceiling, dumbfounded and euphoric. I just came on Evan Ricci’s face.
A few minutes later, I heard the shower running. Knowing he’d already taken one tonight, I slid under my blankets with a silly grin.