Chapter 32 #2
Evan chuckles, pulling me inside and closing the door behind him. His gaze shifts to the large bouquet of flowers he sent, before coming back to me. “No, Brat. You assumed that. Got yourself all worked up over something that has no place in this thing between us.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “And what is this thing? What’s happening between us?”
He groans, dragging a hand down his face.
“We’ve already had his conversation. So are you going to stand there pouting, causing issues out of non-issues.
” His brow raises. “Or are you going to take me to your bedroom and let me slide my cock into your sweet pussy.” He pulls me against him, letting me feel his erection. “I know which I’d rather be doing.”
All the fight drains out of me, and Evan knows it.
He smirks. I take his hand and lead him to my bedroom, noting this will be the first time we’ve had sex in one of our homes since the day we made our deal.
My stomach twists when I remember I’ve never been to Evan’s penthouse. I make a mental note to change that.
Does that make me a stalker? No. Curious? Yes.
Evan begins undressing, removing the grey shirt from his body slowly.
I nearly drool. His eyes flash with amusement.
“I want you naked, Brat,” he murmurs. I snap out of my daze, glancing down at the matching silk pajama set I’m wearing.
“Then get on the bed. Spread those legs as far as they’ll go and touch yourself. ”
His command steals all the air from my lungs. Evan Maxwell is filthy. I want it all.
I strip out of my pajamas, placing them down on the Wingback in the corner of my room. I climb on the bed, my legs spreading wide, revealing myself to him. I’m so turned on I’m sure he can see my arousal coating my thighs.
“Rub your clit,” he instructs.
My gaze drops to his hand, wrapped around his thick cock. It’s a sight I want seared into my memory for the rest of my life. I circle my clit, my body coming alive instantly. I gasp, my back arching as pleasure surges in my veins.
“Open yourself up for me. Use both hands. Show me your tight hole.” He kneels on the bed, eyes locked between my legs. It’s so intimate. I feel bare. Exposed. My cheeks heat under the intensity of his stare. He knocks my hands away, using his own fingers to open me up.
“What’re you doing?” I whisper, my voice thick with arousal.
Evan glances at me, unflinching. “Play with your clit. I want to see your cunt open for me.”
“Wh-what?” I stutter, eyes bulging.
“I want to watch your cunt expand,” he repeats simply. “Never seen it happen before. Call me curious. Humor me?”
I should tell him no. Is this one of his kinks? Sighing, I nod, agreeing to this raw desire. As I rub my engorged bud, I feel myself getting more aroused with every stroke. I’m out of my mind with lust, and when Evan murmurs his approval, I go faster.
This whole thing is so strange, him directly between my legs, closer to my intimate parts than even my gynecologist has ever been. It’s weird, but I can’t deny it turns me on.
“Look at you,” he says, voice hoarse. “Expanding for me like a good girl. My cock’s going to slide right into you.
” A finger slides in, then another. I cry out.
“Such a good brat, letting me watch your pussy like this.” He adds another finger, sliding them in and out.
“Now come for me. I want to hear you scream.”
And I do. I clench around his fingers, coming so hard, I nearly black out.
“Evan,” I scream.
“Good girl,” he praises, licking my orgasm clean from his fingers.
My boneless body slumps to the mattress. But I don’t have time to recover. Evan climbs to his knees, positioning me how he wants, then thrusts into me, stretching me wide open with his huge cock.
“Fuckkkk,” he groans, drawing out the word. “You feel incredible. So wet. So tight.” He glances down. “Look at you taking me in your little cunt.”
He pumps into me, each stroke deliberate. I feel everything. Every inch of his cock owning me. “Evan,” I gasp, when he hits a sensitive spot.
He grips my jaw, pressing his lips to mine. It’s only then I realize it’s the first kiss since he arrived. I didn’t realize how much I needed this small act of intimacy. How much I craved it
“That’s it, Brat, come all over my cock.” He groans. “Let me feel you strangle me.”
His fingers find my sensitive clit, sending me over the edge with a second orgasm. His name is a prayer on my lips, passing through my already sore throat as I scream, so loud I wouldn’t be surprised if the whole building hears me. “Evan.”
He releases my chin, and with both palms on the mattress, he slams into me with enough force my body shifts up the bed. And then he stills, his body tensing. Then his cock pulses as his release coats my insides.
His head drops as he groans, releasing deep inside me.
I wince when he pulls out of my abused pussy, frowning when he shifts down my body.
Then to my shock, his mouth is between my thighs again.
My eyes widen. I thought he’d shown me filthy.
I was wrong. Because his mouth suctions around my hole and he sucks our joint orgasm from me.
He lifts his head, crawling back up my body. With his gaze on me, I watch as he plays with our juices in his mouth. He cocks a challenging brow, silently telling me what he wants.
He wants to share it.
And I don’t know why I nod - momentary insanity maybe - but I do, giving him the permission he wants.
Evan’s head lowers. His lips parting. Then he spits our joint orgasm into my mouth. I taste it for a second, then swallow it down.
He grins, nuzzling his nose against my neck, up to my ear.
“My good girl,” he murmurs, a hint of pride in his voice.
And I must be sick. Because if swallowing our release from his mouth makes Evan call me his good girl.
I’d do it again.
And again.
And again.