Toxic (The Therapist #4): An Alpha Male, Relationship Coach, Erotic Romance

by Ws Greer

  “Yeah,” Evelyn says as she leans forward and kisses me. With our mouths connected, I get up from the chair and take a seat on the bed. When we pull apart, Evelyn looks me in the eyes and lets her mouth bless me with that gorgeous smile. “I’m definitely cool with that.”

  “Good. What do you say we check out of here and go back to our lives?”

  “Well …” she answers, dragging it out and still smiling with a hint of lust behind her eyes now. “Maybe we can stay for one more night. I think you should remind me why being with you has always been so thrilling.”

  “Oh yeah?”

  I turn my head and look around the room as heat starts to spread throughout my body. I know the bathroom has the Jacuzzi tub, I see the desk on the far wall, the couch in the corner, and the balcony to my left. She wants a reminder about the thrills I can give? I’ll refresh her memory like never before.

  I lift myself off the bed so that I’m towering over her, and she looks up at me with hot anticipation. Placing my fingers beneath her chin, I lift her head and lock my eyes on hers.

  “Get on your knees. Now.”

  Chapter 29

  ~ MALCOLM ~

  A sly smile overtakes Evelyn’s face as she gazes up at me, and I find myself immediately aroused by how turned on she looks. After everything we’ve been through, I wasn’t sure how she would react. Now I can see I hadn't completely lost her. She was still there. Still needing me.

  As much as I wish I was in the Black House, one glance around the decorative hotel suite reveals some things and places I could potentially use to make myself right at home. As Evelyn gets off the bed and lowers herself to her knees, I take a step back to give her space and pick up a red tie I had hanging from the back of a chair by the entertainment center. I step back over to Evelyn and dangle the tie in front of her face as I use one hand to unfasten the buttons on my shirt. As I reveal more and more of my torso, Evelyn’s eyes find my abs and lock there.

  “You like what you see?” I ask, and she smiles.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. You’ll have to earn the right to see it. Now, close your eyes.”

  Just as Evelyn does as she's told, I step forward and wrap the tie around her head, cinching it in the back. Once she's blindfolded, I step back and finish taking off my shirt.

  “Tell me, Evelyn, have you missed me these past few days since we became so distant?” I ask.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “What have you missed most about me? Be specific.”

  “Everything. Your lips. Your touch—both when you caress me and when you squeeze me . Your mouth. Your cock. The way you take control. The way you know exactly what I want and how I want it. Everything. I'm sorry I've been so distant.”

  “Mm, don't worry. You’ll make it up to me. Now, open your mouth.”

  “Oh … yes, sir.”

  Evelyn parts her lips while I step forward and pull my cock through my zipper before slowly inserting it into her mouth. She lets out a soft moan of pleasure as I rest my hand on the back of her head to hold it in place, while I slowly move in and out. Careful not to choke her, I fuck Evelyn’s mouth with long, monotonous strokes. My cock slides between her slick lips with ease and it feels like I've gone a lifetime without feeling the warmth of her mouth on my thick shaft. I put my head back and allow myself to dig deeper and bury myself in the pleasure. It feels so good I could come if I wanted to, but we all know real men don't come until after they make their woman come, so after a few minutes, I pull out and step back to look down at Evelyn’s wet mouth.

  “Fuck. You're so beautiful,” I tell her as I inspect her body wrapped tightly in that white dress. Part of me wants to cut it off, but I decide to leave it on for now. I'd rather see it hiked up than torn off, so I reach out and grab Evelyn by the arm so I can help her up. Once she’s standing, I push her back until the bed hits the underside of her knees and she falls backwards. She lands with a playful giggle that shoots blood into my cock. I can't wait to steal that giggle and replace it with high-pitched screams of ecstasy.

  With Evelyn on her back, I grab ahold of her dress and push it up inch by inch. The dress is tight so it takes some effort, but I enjoy a challenge, and after a few pushes, the dress is scrunched up around her waist, revealing nearly-sheer white panties. I run my thumb over the fabric that barely separates me from her clit, and Evelyn squirms as she moans and bites her bottom lip. I watch her face redden as I rub her through her panties, and I can tell she's anxious to feel me. I love how eager she looks even with her eyes hidden behind the tie. I also can't help the grin that covers my mouth when I see her wetness soaking through her panties.

  “I’m going to drink all of you down,” I whisper to her, and she mouths the words oh god, but she doesn't speak them. Good girl. “I want to swallow every drop of your wetness, but you are not allowed to come. Do you understand? Don't come until I say so.”

  “Yes, sir,” she replies, her voice breathy and trembling with anticipation.

  I give Evelyn what she so badly craves. I move her panties to the side and push my tongue into her. First, my tongue is inside her pussy, poking, and stroking her internally, before it whips out and flattens against her clit, where it makes itself comfortable with repeated strokes up, down, and side to side. I let my tongue dance on her clit until I sense a change in her breathing and how rigid her body is. She’s ready to explode, and I’m ready to embrace the fallout, but tonight is meant to be different.

  “I’m … Oh, god …” Evelyn stutters above, and I know she’s beyond close. She’s teetering on the edge, struggling to hang on with nothing but her fingertips, and if I don't stop, she’ll fall off the cliff. “Shit … I can’t hold . . . I’m—”

  I back away. Evelyn’s muscles finally relax and she lets out a frustrated sigh.

  “Not until I say so,” I remind her.

  “Yes, sir.” I can sense the desire in her throat, but it doesn't bother me if she's frustrated. She may want to come now, but when she’s finally allowed to, she won't want it. She will need it, and it’ll be the best orgasm she has had in her life. She’ll be glad I made her wait for it.

  With the blindfold still tightly in place, I help Evelyn stand up, and immediately remove her dress and accessories, leaving them all in a neat pile on the floor next to the bed. My eyes roam her flawless body once she’s standing in front of me completely nude, and once again, I marvel at how perfect she is.

  When I say she's perfect, I don't mean she’s blemish-free. I see the scar she has on her right shoulder. I see the discolored birthmark on her right hip in the shape of New Mexico. I see a small sea of stretch marks that splash across her lower stomach and run down into her thighs, resembling the gorgeous waves of an ocean. I see her “flaws,” and I love them. I want to kiss them all, because her blemishes are what make her who she is, therefore, they are beautiful, and she is perfect. Her body is marked by everything she has gone through in her life, but it is still flawless.

  “I could simply look at you all day and still be satisfied,” I say as I run my hands over her bare stomach, her skin so soft against my fingertips. “Now, we’re going to take a little field trip.”

  I place my hand on the small of her back and guide Evelyn over to the balcony door. When she hears it open, I sense a bit of apprehension. She wants to object but is struggling behind the rule of not speaking unless answering me. Evelyn doesn't say a word as the warm Delaware breeze starts to whip across her face and she feels the cold metal of the balcony railing pressing against her stomach.

  I know what she's thinking, but Evelyn’s thoughts about being seen are only partially true. The suite we occupy is a private one, and we actually can't be seen by any of the guests who also have balconies. We can't see them, and they can't see us. However, we are outside, so people will be able to hear us. Not to mention the fact that the hotel isn't far from the highway, and any driver focused on the Marriott could potentially see us on the top floor if they decided the hotel was
more important to look at than the road they're driving on. It’s unlikely, but if they do look, I don't mind. Let them see what amazing sex is supposed to look like.

  “Put your hands on the railing, and spread your legs for me,” I demand. Evelyn swallows hard but still complies. She grips the railing in front of her and slides her feet so her legs are spread apart enough for me to do what I want with her, and what I want is to bring her to the edge again. I drop down to my knees, use my hands to spread her ass cheeks apart and move her panties to the side, and lick her pussy from the front to the back in one long stroke.

  “Oh f …” she says, swallowing her words back down.

  My tongue whips out over and over again, smacking against her clit before gliding over the length of her pussy and repeating the process again and again. After getting to the edge a minute ago, it doesn't take long before Evelyn is on the verge of another orgasm. Her grip on the handrail tightens until her knuckles are white, and the second I see her skin begin to flush, I back away. Once again, she lets out a drawn out sigh of irritation, but I’m unswayed by it. I know how badly she wants to come, and she's about to. We both are.

  “Don't move,” I command, and she freezes while I remove a condom from my pants before letting them drop to the balcony floor, revealing every thick inch of my cock to any highway drivers with wandering eyes. I tear open the plastic, sheathe my thickness, grip Evelyn by the hips, and slide myself into her as deep as my cock can possibly reach. Her pussy is a river of wetness, and when I begin to fuck her, her delicious juiciness drips from my shaft and lands on the concrete floor with a splash.

  “Jesus Christ you're wet as fuck,” I think out loud.

  “Yes, sir,” she replies, and the sound of it gives me a surge of energy. I want the entire world to hear the sound of her screaming for me now. I want to let the entire hotel know. I want the drivers to lose focus. I want her cum to rain over the balcony and soak the ground below.

  I fuck Evelyn with everything I've got. Each powerful stroke is both long and deep. Long out, deep in. That's the secret formula most men either don't know or can't achieve. What's the point of having a big cock if you're not going to use it properly? When I fuck Evelyn, I use every inch of me—every inch in, every inch out. I want to completely fill her up, and her drawn out shrieks of pleasure let me know how much she appreciates it. I pound that pussy while I grip her hips, and the sound of us fucking echoes into the air.

  “Rub your clit,” I demand. “You now have my permission to come. I want it all over me, Evelyn. Don't hold back. I want the world to know. I want the building to shake from it. Come for me.”

  “Oh … fuck. Yes, sir,” Evelyn stammers as I fuck her like an absolute savage with no regard for her well-being.

  I want her overcome with exhaustion when this is over, and when her fingers find her clit and begin to rub it ferociously, I tighten my grip on her hips and fuck long and hard. I am a beast devouring my prey with this dick. I fuck her angrily, until the sound of Evelyn’s earth-splitting orgasm bursts out of her mouth. She howls into the air as she rubs her clit and her knees buckle. She can no longer hold herself upright as she comes so hard her screams morph into the growls of a tiger and I have to hold her up myself in order to keep going. Her body nearly goes limp as I plunge in and out of her pussy and blast into an insane orgasm of my own. My body shivers and I yell loud enough to be heard a mile away before relenting and backing away.

  She wanted a reminder of why the thought of being with me filled her with thrills. As we both collapse and lay down on the cool concrete in a heap of sweat and cum, and the tie that was fastened behind her head loosens and falls to the floor, I know she’ll never forget it again.

  Chapter 30

  ~ MALCOLM ~

  “Hi. Yeah, I'm on my way, so I’ll see you in just a few. Okay. Bye.”

  I step on the gas in my truck so I can get to Dover faster, where Evelyn is waiting for me in the parking lot of Olive Garden. After leaving the Marriott this morning, we decided today would be the day we get back to who we are. We just wanted our lives to get back to normal, so we both went home, unpacked, spent some time going over tomorrow’s therapy sessions while simply enjoying being surrounded by our own belongings, before finally deciding to meet up for dinner.

  I won't lie, it felt great to be home again. It had only been a few days, but if you've ever had to leave your house for a few days, you know that’s plenty of time when you're away from home. There's nothing like being able to call something your own. Everything from the lamps to the silverware in the drawers feels special to you because it’s all yours, and I enjoyed my time to myself, just as I'm sure Evelyn enjoyed hers. Now, it’s time to enhance our lives by having a nice dinner together, and who knows what it might lead to. To me, a night in the Black House would be the perfect way for us to put things back in the proper order.

  When I arrive at Olive Garden, the parking lot is packed. The lot shares space with the Red Lobster next door, so as I pull in and park, I’m hoping the cars filling the spaces were driven by people who love seafood.

  I get out of my truck and make my way to the entrance, and when the door comes into view, so does Evelyn. Seeing her standing there makes me breathe a sigh of satisfaction and awe. I wouldn't call Olive Garden the fanciest restaurant in the world, but Evelyn makes the entire place look classier just standing near the front door. She’s in a black top with a black and purple skirt that is shrink wrapped around her upper legs. Her hair drops behind her back in tiny red curls and I can see the slightest hint of purple in her eye shadow. Top it off with black Stilettos, and Evelyn is a picture of absolute perfection. As I approach her, I wonder who the hell was lucky enough to marry this woman but was also dumb enough to let her go. The man was truly an idiot.

  “Hi, beautiful.” I greet my woman as we pull into a hug and kiss, careful not to mess up her lip gloss.

  “Hi,” she replies as she steps back and admires my black pants and gray and white argyle button-up combo. “You look great.”

  “Nothing compared to you,” I answer, before pulling her into another kiss. “How'd it feel being back at home?”

  “Better than I can explain,” she replies with wide eyes and a smile. “I missed having you around all the time, but you know what I mean.”

  “Definitely. I didn't realize how much I missed my house until I was back in it. But if I'm being honest, I kind of want you to visit as soon as possible. I feel like the house needs to be broken in again after being away for a while.”

  “Oh? You just kind of want me to visit?” she says, joking with a devilish grin.

  “Okay, I really want you to visit.”

  “Yeah? You itching to have me in the Black House?”

  “More than I can put into words.”

  “Mmm. Well, we should hurry through dinner then. I've been kind of dying to revisit the Black House.”

  “Fuck. Then what are we standing out here for? Let’s get this night started.”

  The two of us laugh together as we turn around and push through the doors. Inside, the place isn't as packed as I thought it would be in the parking lot, which is a huge relief. The lighting is dim and the aroma in the air is intoxicating. The smell of fresh italian food fills my nostrils and makes my stomach growl as the hostess greets us and leads us to our booth. Evelyn sits on one side, and I take the other as we’re handed our menus and begin browsing.

  “Okay, now that we’re inside and I can smell everything, I'm starving,” Evelyn says, speaking exactly what’s on my mind as I look over all of the options in the menu.

  The waiter comes over in his white shirt and black tie, and takes our order—Evelyn asks for ravioli, while I choose shrimp pasta, and after a minute or two, our drinks are brought to our table. Both of us sip white wine and wait for the entrées to come over, but as we’re waiting, I see something out of the corner of my eye that grabs my attention. It happens so fast I’m not sure I saw anything at all. My heart rate ticks up as
I stare at the entrance, trying to catch a glimpse of what I thought I saw, but I have no luck.

  “Hey, you okay?” Evelyn asks. She sees my gaze and turns around to look toward the door herself. Not seeing anything either, she turns back to me. “What is it?”

  “I just thought I saw something,” I reply, frowning.

  “What? What'd you think you saw?” Evelyn asks, and I hear the strain in her voice. We’re already thinking the exact same thing.

  “I don't know. Maybe—”

  “He thought he saw me,” an all-too-familiar voice answers for me, just as Ava approaches our table. Evelyn gasps as Ava pulls up a chair from a vacant table and sets it down next to our booth before sitting in it. Ava is sporting a white tank top—the kind she knows I’ve always loved seeing her in—and tan leggings that she obviously had to squeeze into. Her thick, luscious legs are on full display, and her dark hair is hanging down in beautiful waves. If losing me was supposed to bring Ava crashing down, it didn't. She looks amazing, just like she did at the movie theater, and it takes everything in me not to admit it by staring at her in front of Evelyn.

  “What the fuck?” I say. I want to scream it, but I don't want to cause a scene, so I suck it down and it comes out as a strong whisper. “Goddamn it, Ava. What are you doing here?”

  “Hi, Malcolm. I came to see you,” Ava answers as if it’s really not a big deal that she's here breaking the court-ordered restraining order.

  Evelyn glares at Ava without speaking. The look in her blue eyes is cold and hate-filled, and I get the feeling the therapist in her has left the building. Evelyn is my girlfriend, and she is getting tired of having Ava try to take me away. The anger she's feeling is seeping from her pores, and it’s as obvious as Ava’s presence at the table. Ava, however, ignores Evelyn’s gaze and keeps her eyes solely on me.