Chapter 36
Anais
I’m not sure what happened last night, but something changed.
Evan was…off. Distant. After what was easily the best sex of my life, he didn’t kick me out of his apartment, but he might as well have. He took a quick shower, pulled on some sweats, mumbled something about me getting sleep while he worked, and disappeared into his home office. It was a lie.
This morning, I found him sleeping on the leather couch in his office. It confirmed what I already knew. He was putting distance between us.
I don’t overthink it, don’t dwell on it. Don’t let it sting. Instead, I get dressed.
A quick glance at the wrinkled dress from last night on the floor, I know it’s way too revealing, too tight, for the early morning streets of New York.
But I need to get out of here… My gaze shifts to Evan’s closet.
Without hesitation, I cross the bedroom and take a crisp white shirt from a hanger.
I pull my dress on, then slip his shirt on over it.
I tiptoe through his penthouse, quietly retrieving my purse and heels. I’m nearly out of here, my fingers hitting the elevator call button when his deep timbre stops me dead in my tracks.
“Where are you going?”
A shiver runs down my spine, and my heart pounds in my chest. I squeeze my eyes shut as his rough gravelly voice washes over me.
My stomach tightens. Surely, it’s not normal to be affected by someone like this.
Inhaling a slow, steadying breath, I open my eyes, clearing any trace of vulnerability on my face, and turn to face him.
“I need to get home. I have plans with Lana.” I lie, desperate to get out of here. I feel vulnerable after last night, surely he understands my need for space. I didn’t expect spooning, but he could have at least slept in the bed with me.
His sharp gaze narrows, scanning every inch of my body covered in his shirt.
His eyes drop to my bare legs, pausing where the hem of his shirt skims my thighs.
His jaw tightens. He sighs, running a hand through his dark, messy hair.
“You’re not going anywhere dressed like that. Give me ten minutes, I’ll take you.”
I groan, “There’s really no need. I can grab a cab–”
“There’s not a chance in hell you’re getting in a cab dressed like that, Anais,” he cuts me off.
“Now make yourself a coffee. I’ll shower, then take you home.
” His words leave no room for argument. I nod in acquiescence, padding to the sleek kitchen as he disappears down the hall to his bedroom.
I glance around his penthouse, taking in his space.
A smirk curves at my lips. Everything is immaculate.
Not a single thing is out of place. Just like his office, his apartment is organized, clean… clinical?
Truthfully, I didn’t expect anything else.
My gaze shifts to his bedroom door, cheeks heating as the memories of the way he touched me, owned me, flood back. The way he wrapped his hand around my throat, pinned me to the bed and fucked me like I was the air he needed to breathe.
Arousal pools low in my stomach. My heart hammers in my chest. One beat. Two. Three…
I could go to him. Walk down that hall, strip out of his shirt, step into that shower and take back some control. One step forward and I almost do it. But the fear of rejection stops me. I nibble my bottom lip, thinking. It doesn’t take long.
Screw it. This situationship doesn’t get to all be on Evan’s terms.
Placing my purse and shoes on a stool, I head down the hall, unbuttoning his shirt as I go and tossing it down on his bedroom floor.
I smirk, knowing he’ll hate the mess I’m making.
I peel the tight dress off, throwing it down beside the shirt, then slide my thong down my legs.
The sound of the shower draws my attention, and I swallow down the nerves threatening to take over.
I inhale a deep breath, sashaying into the bathroom like I own the place.
My steps falter when my eyes lock with Evan, standing under the spray. He stares at me, naked, hard, stroking himself slowly, as if he expected me to join him.
“You just going stand there, or are you going to take care of this?” he groans. I nod, licking my lips. Evan smirks, “Such, a good little brat.”
A shiver runs up my spine at with the praise.
I step into the large shower, without waiting for his command.
Not this time. There’s one thing we haven’t done, and right now it’s the only thing on my mind.
I want to taste him. Feel his dick in my mouth.
With my eyes on his, I drop to my knees in front of him, careful to stay clear of the water’s spray.
His narrowed gaze tracks my every move, but beneath his look of indifference, I see it.
The desire sparking in those icy blues. It’s what keeps me rooted to the spot even as the cold tiles dig into my flesh.
“You want to taste my cock?” he murmurs, still jerking himself. I nod again, breathless. “Words, Brat. Use your words.”
“I- I want to taste you,” I stammer, shivering with need.
Evan groans as he cups my cheeks with his free hand.
“You’re learning, Brat. Didn’t even have to tell you to drop to your knees,” he mutters, a hint of pride in his tone.
His thumb brushes my bottom lip. “Now open up wide. I’m going to stuff your mouth with my dick and fuck your throat until you taste me for weeks.
” My body shudders at his dirty words, and I part my lips.
He runs the tip of his cock across the seam of my mouth; his eyes narrowed on where he plays with me. “Stick your tongue out.”
With steady movements, I obey, my chest puffing at the satisfaction flashing in his eyes. Evan loves it when I submit to him. He taps his cock against my tongue before slowly sliding in. The salty taste of pre cum assaults my taste buds. I moan, my gaze locked on his.
“Christ,” he growls. “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you on your knees, with a mouthful of my cock.
” He thrusts forward, and I gag when he hits the back of my throat.
His eyes light up, “Have you ever sucked a cock before?” He rasps.
I hesitate. Then shake my head. By the look on his expression, he likes my answer.
“Fuck, you really are innocent. And yet here you are, letting me ruin you.” His hands tangle in my hair, finding purchase.
“Use one hand to fist the base of my cock and take as much of me as you can in your mouth. Relax and breathe through your nose,” he instructs.
His words wash over me. I force my body to relax as I palm the base of his cock.
He thrusts into me, shallow at first, allowing me to get used to the feel of him in my mouth.
I lick at the tip, circling my tongue around the thick head before sucking him like he’s the very air I need to breathe.
It’s ironic really, considering Evan is currently constricting my airways.
“Use your other hand to play with yourself,” he grunts, staring down at me. I bring my free hand to my pussy, rubbing a finger over my clit. Arousal shoots through me, heating my veins.
“Fuck, you’re a horny little slut for me, aren’t you?
” he groans. I don’t deny it, because despite his crass words, it’s the truth.
“Bet that pussy’s dripping all over my tiles, begging to be filled.
” He thrusts into my mouth. I hollow my cheeks, taking as much of him as I can. “Push two fingers inside your cunt.”
I trail from my clit to my entrance, obediently pushing two fingers inside and gasping as I stretch myself. I thrust in and out, my hips rolling as I ride my own fingers.
“Look at you, a desperate mess, trying to get yourself off,” Evan muses, one hand braced on the tiled wall while the other reaches down to caress my cheeks.
“Show me how wet you are.” I whimper around his length, which allows him to push deeper into my throat.
Panic builds inside me, but Evan grips my chin, bringing my gaze to his.
“Just breathe through your nose. You’re okay, I’ve got you. ”
My eyes flutter shut for a moment before opening again.
My body relaxes as his penetrating gaze locks with mine.
I inhale slowly through my nose. Remembering Evan’s request, I pull my fingers from my drenched pussy, holding them up for him to see.
He grabs my hand, his eyes darkening as they flick over my glistening fingers.
“Soaked. Just like I knew you’d be,” he murmurs, sucking my fingers into his mouth and licking them clean.
“Hmm, fucking delicious.” He holds up three fingers before guiding my hand lower.
“Now as you were, sweetheart. But this time, I think your greedy cunt can handle three.”
I push my fingers inside, wincing as I stretch around them.
The sting subsides, and I begin to work myself, riding my fingers, while sucking him with all that I am.
He grins down at me, and I’m sure for some women this act could be seen as demeaning, but in this moment, I’ve never felt more powerful.
I work him with my hand and mouth, watching his face for any sign of a reaction.
What does Evan Maxwell like when it comes to a blowjob?
I need to know. I want to give him the best one of his life.
Does he like when I lick him? Or the deep, hard suction when I take him fully?
The only time his expression changes into something…
more, is when I swallow around his cock and let him slide deep into my throat.
“God fucking damn,” he groans, working his dick down my throat. “You look beautiful like this, taking my big cock down your tiny throat.” He pumps into me faster. Pleasure ignites in my veins, and I finger myself harder.
The sting of the tiles digging into my skin, the ache in my jaw, it’s almost too much to bear. But I ignore it. Pleasing this man is my sole focus right now.
My legs tremble, as my stomach tightens with the beginning of my orgasm.
I roll my hips faster, riding my fingers like I’m at the damn rodeo.
Evan pumps into my throat, the feel of him invading me enough to send me over the edge.
I cum, moaning around him, the vibrations enough to trigger his own climax.
“I’m going to come,” he grates out.
His cock swells, my eyes widen. I choke as he explodes down my throat, coating me with his cum.
I cough, sputter. My hand falls from his dick, my fingers from my pussy.
I grip his thighs, pushing him back. His cock falls from my mouth, slapping heavy against his thigh, as I suck in much needed air.
Cum, and drool drip from my lips and I’m sure I look a complete mess.
But the smirk on his face is one of pure satisfaction.
He squats down to my eye level, cupping my face as his eyes lock on mine. Something flashes in those blue orbs, but it’s gone before I can question its meaning.
“You suck cock like a fucking pro, Brat,” he rumbles, dropping his face to my neck. “Best head I’ve ever fucking had,” he whispers in my ear, running his nose down my neck and inhaling.
Warmth surges inside me at his words. I slump back on my ass; my knees now numb from being in that position. Evan stares at me, his head cocked to the side as he studies my face like I’m a rare creature. The air turns thick. My breath hitches, heart pounds.
There’s something I need to know. Though he told me last night, I was a little drunk, and I now that I’m sober, I need confirmation.
“You didn’t go with Valentina to that event?” I blurt out.
Evan shakes his head slowly. “No.”
I exhale a breath.
One word, but it holds so much meaning.
My eyes squeeze shut, but they fly open when Evan grips my jaw.
Something passes between us. Unspoken. Powerful.
My pulse kicks up. I don’t understand what’s happening, but somehow, I know this moment is going to change the course of our lives.
Evan must feel it too, because he swallows, shaking his head as if trying to deny this thing between us.
And in this moment, I know something big is coming.
It’s out of our control – a freight train neither of us can stop.
I’m already in too deep, and despite what Evan says, I know he is too.
Even if he refuses to admit it.