23 Everleigh Come on Mess Me Up—Cub Sport
Everleigh
Come on Mess Me Up—Cub Sport
Finger-brushing my short hair doesn’t help me acclimatise to the unknown person staring back at me. It’s been a few days, and I’m still not used to seeing the new hair colour, no matter how good a job Cassidy did at giving me a full makeover.
The textured, butterscotch curls shift between warm brown and pops of creamy blonde, creating a flawless balayage. Who knew she had a hidden talent? Cassidy spent nearly five hours working on me earlier this week before tonight’s gallery opening.
“Eden?” Sterling taps on the door. “You in there?”
“Yes, it’s me.”
“We need to leave in five. Are you ready?”
My tooth sinks into my bottom lip. “Almost.”
“Can I come in?”
The door creaks, filling with Sterling’s wide-planed shoulders. He soon pulls up short, glancing over my black skirt and loose, flowing chiffon blouse, courtesy of Cassidy’s wardrobe.
The dark leather boots that cover my knees complete the look, falling somewhere between flirty and classy. It’s an outfit I never would’ve chosen for myself, not even now. But in it, I feel confident. Befitting of the new identity I’m carving out for myself.
“Holy shit,” he grunts.
“What?” I start panicking. “Does it look that bad?”
“No, no, no.”
“I know it’s not me but—”
“Shit, Eden. No, don’t think that. I just haven’t seen you like . . . I wasn’t expecting . . .”
Sterling splutters, trailing off with darkening cheeks under his beard. I’ve never seen the big man flustered like this. Fiddling with the bow knotted at my clavicle, I sweep styled hair from my forehead, allowing him to gather his thoughts.
“You look phenomenal,” he finishes.
“Really?” I say shyly.
“Hell yes. Like . . . illegal levels of hotness. So much so that I’m considering locking us in to remove everything but those sexy little boots.”
“As much as I’d enjoy that, we have somewhere to be.”
“Plans can be rearranged,” Sterling growls, all threat.
“Not these plans. I didn’t let Cass give me a makeover for nothing.”
“If she did it once, she can do it again.”
“Sterling!”
Crossing the bathroom, he looms over me from behind. I’m pushed into the sink by his hips, a hand toying with the skirt’s hem and dipping underneath the plush suede to tease my thighs.
My breathing hitches, forming a low pant. His calloused fingertips skim over my flesh, leaving a trail of goose pimples. Somehow, his touch feels even more intimate beneath the borrowed clothes, seeking a path to my core.
“So you like my outfit?”
“I do. This skirt is very short,” Sterling observes, eyes hooded with spiralling need. “It’s a short distance from here . . . to here.”
His rough palm cups my sex, a finger circling over my clit through thin panties. I brace my hands on the ceramic sink edges, watching him suck my earlobe between his teeth in the bathroom mirror.
“Look what I found,” he hums.
When he teasingly squeezes my cunt, I swear I forget how to hold myself upright. His foot has slid between mine, spreading my bare legs open as wide as the skirt will allow so he can massage my mound.
“Sterl,” I bleat his name.
“Always so needy at the slightest touch.” He sighs in appreciation. “I can feel the heat seeping from your tight pussy.”
“Oh . . . Please.”
“Wet already, love?”
It doesn’t take long to prove his tease correct. I’m already growing warm and antsy, trapped between his large frame and the bathroom counter with nowhere to run. I’m not sure I would even if I could.
“When do we need to be at the gallery?”
“Seven,” he rumbles.
“Crap, we’re going to be late if we don’t leave now.”
“I’m perfectly aware.”
Then he bears down on my throbbing clit, and I can’t hold my moan in. That look on his face is positively primal. He looks ready to wrench my legs open and pound into me regardless of what time it is.
“Ideally, I’d take my time with you,” he purrs.
God, I hope not. I love it when he’s rough. Which reminds me of another development in my current self-improvement spell. Cassidy’s been helping me out with a whole list of things I wanted to take care of.
“I started the pill last week,” I reveal.
“Bloody hell,” he hisses into my ear. “You’re kidding?”
“No. We’re safe.”
“Jesus, Eden. Way to tempt a man.”
“I want to feel you properly with nothing between us.” My pulse hammers at the thought. “Now we can.”
“God-fucking-dammit, Eden.”
“You can take me anytime, anywhere.” Each syllable drips with sin, tempting him in farther. “No protection needed.”
“Now all I can think about is bending you over this sink, sliding into your perfect cunt, and sending you to this dumb party with my cum running down your legs.”
The mental image is enough to soak me to the bone.
“Then do it,” I mewl frantically.
“We have to make this quick if we’re gonna get there.”
“Fuck the party.”
“Ha.” He chuckles, the gruff sound vibrating in his chest. “Now who’s the troublemaker?”
“Are you going to kiss me or what?” I demand back.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.”
Twisting my head to the side allows him to lean over my shoulder to capture my lips, bruising me with the ferocity of his kiss. I cling to the sink, letting him pillage my mouth for whatever he so desires.
Seeing him snap so spectacularly is the greatest thrill. I love possessive Sterling. His greed and reckless abandon for social niceties. The way he lets himself take whatever he damn well pleases without apology.
Sterling pushes a hand into my lower back, tilting me over the edge of the bathroom sink so my rear is raised. He inelegantly tugs the skirt upwards to bunch over my waist, exposing my black underwear and naked legs.
I moan his name when he pushes the dampening material to one side to shove a finger in me. If I wasn’t warmed up, his actions would be abrupt. But I’m already trembling to expel all this pent-up need.
“Sterling!”
“You are dripping wet,” he comments, pumping in and out of me. “That’s my girl.”
“Please . . .”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck me,” I whisper in a hush. “I want you.”
“Hearing you beg for my cock will never get old.”
My chest presses into the marble surface, creating a juxtaposition. Through the blouse, cold leaches into my bra, causing my nipples to pull taut. The riot of sensation triples when he drives another finger home, scissoring inside me until I’m a gasping wreck.
“The others are upstairs so I’m gonna need you to be quiet,” he murmurs, swirling his digits in my wet flood. “Though I’m not opposed to them joining us.”
Hand disappearing from between my legs, I hear his belt buckle clink as Sterling rushes to free himself. My panties glide down my legs to gather over my boots where I can kick them off, leaving me half clothed in a blouse and shoes.
When his length brushes over my tingling folds, my spine stiffens. It already feels different to have his skin on mine with no barrier between us. My desire slicks over his smooth head, allowing it to easily part my pussy lips.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls into my ear. “You feel so good.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“Are you ever patient, love?”
“No,” I whimper.
“You should learn to be.”
Sensing his cock at my entrance, circling the tight slit without entering me fully, it’s easy enough to take control. My grip on the sink allows me to rock backwards, impaling myself on his steel.
Sterling hurls a curse word as he surges inside me, hitting a torturously deep angle. I absorb the impact of his length, crying out in pleasure so sweet, it erases any doubts I had about being the one to take over.
“God, Eden. I think you were made for us.”
“Please,” I beg. “More.”
“I’ve got you, baby.”
Grasping my waist, Sterling rotates his hips, making me needily cry out again. When he begins to shift, gliding in and out of me in a rhythmic drum beat, I undulate to meet each broad stroke.
The effect is explosive, intensifying his pumps until the bathroom blurs around me. He’s slamming into me in an impatient sprint, casting aside all reservations to chase the finish line.
“That’s it,” Sterling grunts. “Take it.”
“Yes! Sterl!”
“You feel so fucking good right now.”
The time constraint only makes his thrusting hotter, growing frantic within seconds. I greedily take each slam, satisfied by the burn of his brutal pace. For all his care and gentleness, my favourite animal is when Sterling allows himself to lose control.
Fire races over my ass cheek where a sudden spank jolts where he presses into me. My yelp earns another hit, creating a joyous eruption in my centre. Somehow, the pain heightens my raging oxytocin to leave me breathless.
“I love watching your tight little ass flush with my handprint,” he groans, more animal than man.
Another sharp spank, and a release crests without warning. My head bows, allowing wave after wave of bliss to sweep over me. His strokes carry me through the orgasm, wringing every drop of pleasure from my body.
When my senses return, I realise Sterling has stilled, listening to a soft knock on the bathroom door. We both look at each other in the mirror.
“What is it?” Sterling grumbles.
The door creaks open, but he doesn’t move to release me. I’m still quaking around him as aftershocks rock my system, causing my knees to tremble.
“Fletch?”
Sure enough, crystalline shards meet my stare in the bathroom mirror. Only the brilliant snowflakes are darkened by his pupils, swallowing the hue whole when he sees our current state.
My throat bobs as Fletcher deliberately steps into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. The corner of Sterling’s mouth twitches as he watches his best friend, seeming to issue a silent challenge.
“Can we help you?” I rasp, almost scared to startle him.
Lips pressed into a firm line, Fletcher nods.
“I told you what would happen if you couldn’t keep quiet.” Sterling rewards me with another smack, causing liquid to spill down my legs.
“Sorry,” I groan back.
“Clearly you’re not.”
Spanking me again, he tuts at my sudden laughter. Everything about this is insane.