His hand is on my waist as I walk gingerly up the gravel path to the front door. My legs are shaky and I don’t know if it’s my stilettos sinking into the unpaved driveway that has me so unstable or if it’s the flittering of his breath against the heated flesh on the back of my neck.
The sounds of the party carrying on next-door register vaguely in my awareness as I slide my key into the lock and push the door open.
As I step over the threshold and flick on the dim foyer light, he wraps his arms around my waist and peppers the side of my face with soft kisses. His mouth wanders down my cheek, my jaw, my throat. I moan quietly as my hand reaches back and holds his head in place. I don’t want him to stop.
“Shit, Mackenzie,” he rumbles into my flesh. “I need you to know right now that if you shut that door, I’m going to do everything in my power to fuck you tonight. If you don’t want that, tell me to leave. Right now. Don’t close the door if you can’t handle what happens next.”
The threat hits me right between the thighs. I spin slowly towards him, my tongue tracing the seam of my lips. I want him. Bad. Discipline, be damned. I look him straight in the eye as I slam the door shut with a loud thud.
A silent moment passes between us and we just stand there, appraising each other. If he’s giving me one final chance to back down, he’s just wasting time. I know what I’m doing. I want him to fuck me.
A wicked glint comes to his eyes and he growls as his lips claim mine. His passion is dizzying. His mouth stays on me as his hands slide under the hem of my shirt, his fingers lighting up my skin.
“Everson…” I moan his name.
“Fuck, Babes. I love the way you say that,” he grumbles against my lips.
My hands are frantic as they undo the buttons of his shirt. I chuckle at my greediness.
“What’s so funny?” he asks as he hurriedly slides down the zipper at the back of my skirt.
“It’s ironic – When I first met you, I was annoyed that you were always shirtless, flaunting that beautiful, tattooed body but right now, there’s nothing I want more than to get you undressed. Immediately.”
He smiles against my lips, his hands pushing my skirt down past my hips. “I was trying to lure you with my shirtless sexiness. To rope you in.” I can hear the facetiousness in his voice.
“It worked.” I slide his shirt off of his shoulders and it falls to the ground just as he slides his hands between my legs. When his fingers ghost against my clit, the contact is too sudden; my knees buckle. “Ooh!” I cry out.
His arms wrap around me right before I topple to the ground. I’m having a hard time keeping steady in my high heels. I kick them off, as I curl my fingers into his hair.
We kiss deep; lips bruising lips, tongues strangling each other. His hunger for me is as frantic as mine for him. “Your mouth,” he groans. “Fucking good.” All I can do is whimper.
He pushes my panties to the side and continues to strum my clit. I grow wetter, my desire dripping onto his hand. “Fuck. Your little pussy is heaven, Mackenzie. So soft and wet.” I keen, arching my back to steal as much as I can from his fingers. He turns me around so that my back is pressed against his chest. His fingers thrust roughly inside of me and a squeal escapes my lips. More and more of my arousal slides down his fingers. “Mmm,” he growls. “Is this all for me, Babes? All this wetness – is it all for me?”
I throw my head back against his chest and nod helplessly as I rock into his fingers. “Yes… All for you.”
His hand splays against my stomach holding me tight to him. “Tell me. Say my name and tell me you’re wet for me.” His fingers piston in and out of my pulsing core.
I pant and glance back at him. “It’s all for you, Everson. I’m wet for you.”
Victory and lust blaze in his eyes. “I told you that you were mine,” he growls into the air.
His arrogance registers in my mind, but I’m too consumed by my arousal to rebut his statement. If anything, his smugness is only turning me on even more. “I’m yours.” I barely recognize my own voice as I whisper the words.
He grunts as he spins me and hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Bedroom?” he asks with an arched eyebrow.
“Up the stairs.”
He moves effortlessly with me clinging to his body, climbing the stairs one by one as his fingers churn inside of me.
We’re almost at the second floor when Everson lays me down on the landing.
“What are you doing?” I ask, my head in a haze.
He doesn’t answer with words. His body does the talking.
He hovers over me and with one hard tug, my panties are gone. He drops to his knees on the step and hoists my legs around his neck. “Shit shit shit,” I mumble as he runs his nose over the length of my seam.
“Delicious,” he murmurs against my sensitive flesh. One hand massages the inside of my thigh while the other slips beneath my ass, angling my body towards his mouth. His lips descend slowly to my core. His tongue twirls around my bud and I suddenly feel like I can fly.
His tongue laps playfully at my clit, tormenting me endlessly without committing fully to the act. I gasp and try to jerk my hips forward but he braces my waist, holding me in place. He laughs wickedly and it vibrates right through me.
I’m dying. This is the day I die. That’s it.
“Everson. Please.” I stare down at him, begging for more.
His eyes meet mine and a wicked glint lives there. “Please, what?” he asks almost innocently, like he doesn’t know what he’s doing to me.
“Please. Fuck me. With your mouth.”
A sly smile invades his face. “Babes, you’re absolutely beautiful when you beg.” His tongue picks up speed and pressure just before he brushes his fingers over my trembling sex. I whimper, writhing against the stairs. He fingers dip inside of me again. They move in circles, back and forth, in and out. Meanwhile, his mouth is on my clit, sucking, licking, driving me crazy.
I think I’m on the edge.
He screws his fingers into me while his lips clasp onto my clit and pull.
I. Am. Definitely. On. The. Edge.
I claw at the wooden stairs, desperate for something to hold onto. I’m shaking. I’m panting.
His mouth pulls, pulls, pulls on my clit till everything goes foggy. My whole body is alight. And then, I’m freefalling, headfirst into ecstasy. I moan his name into the air as I orgasm, lights and colors exploding before my eyes.
I go limp against the carpeted floor of the landing as Everson’s lips scale my torso kiss by kiss. When his mouth covers mine, my tongue darts into his mouth in search of his. I taste myself there.
“See how sweet you taste, Babes? See how addictive your pussy is?” He growls it into my skin. I want to respond, tell him that I love the way I taste on him, but I’m too spent to formulate the sentence.
Our bodies scoot across the floor until I’m fully stretched out on the carpet and his frame is hovering over mine. “I could eat you forever,” he mutters. “Can’t get enough of you.”
His lips touch my shoulder and my hands run through his hair.
I pull. He bites. I hiss. He grumbles.
He dips his hand into his pocket and comes out with a little gold packet. My hands travel up and down his arms, appreciating his sculpted, inked-up pectorals. Once his pants are off and the condom is on, his hands go between my legs, teasing me with his fingertips. My hips jerk towards him silently begging him to fill me with his thick, long erection.
I’m wet. I’m ready.
“Give it to me,” I purr against his stubbly cheek.
“You don’t give orders,” he says in a gravely voice. “Ask nicely.” He taunts me by cupping my swollen sex with his open hand, rocking the heel of his palm against my clit.
“Aaah!” There’s not a drop of pride left in me. I want his cock so desperately. “Please, Everson. Please.” My voice is hoarse and needy.
“Please what?” he teases wickedly.
“Pl
ease fuck me.”
“Good girl, he mutters.
It’s refreshing to be so free and unguarded with this man although he’s virtually a stranger to me.
But tonight, we shared big pieces of ourselves with each other over dinner.
I got drunk and ate like a pig and I talked too much. I told him about New York and about not getting into Joffrey. About my mom being a jerk, insisting on law school when all I want to do is dance. I told him about the law firm my father founded 30-something years ago and how my sibling love practicing law as much as our father did. And how it would kill me to give up my pointe slippers in exchange for a lawyer’s robe.
He told me about his parents’ accident and how his sister stepped in to fill their shoes after they died. He told me about making music with his friends to numb the grief. He talked about being invisible and penniless – or I guess, ‘pence-less’ since he’s British – one minute and then being insta-famous and insta-rich the next.
We bared our souls to each other and the truth is, we were both naked long before we ripped each other’s clothes off.
I hold my breath as he pushes slowly, delicately past my entrance. The groan that pours out of him makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I cling to him, abandoning myself to the pleasure.
I’m so wet I can hear it as he moves inside of me. He brings his lips to mine. His kiss is deep and lingering. I feel the tension mounting in his body.
He rocks in and out of me in small, restrained motions. “Fuck Mackenzie…Feel like I’m about to explode…Wanna take it slow for you…but I want to fuck the shit out of you at the same time.”
“Fuck the shit out of me,” I pant. “Do it.”
He doesn’t fool around anymore. He’s teased me enough.
He slides in, all the way to the hilt, his erection stretching me mercilessly. My muscles pulse around him, making greedy sounds as my pussy gobbles him up. We groan in sync. I see my pleasure reflected on his face.
His features have transformed. They’re tinted with primal need. His hands cup my breasts, thumbing my nipples as he pumps into me again and again. “You like that?” he growls in a voice that is beyond arousing.
“Yes! Yes!” My hips thrust into his as we ride the wave of pleasure.
He fucks me hard. Rough. He makes it hurt in the most delicious way.
“Everson,” I moan.
“Keep saying my name like that and I’ll tie you to the bed and never let you leave.”
I tease him. “Eversssoooonnnnn!” I screech his name again.
“I warned you,” he mutters.
It’s like the sound of his name on my lips is the diesel he needs to fuel his thrusts. He pounds into me, all gentleness gone. All that’s left is raw, carnal lust. The sound of his skin slapping into mine mixes with our grunts and moans and howls.
We grind into each other. The friction is the match that will cause the combustible tension in the room to explode.
I feel the energy building at my core, gaining momentum, picking up speed. More and more urgent. My muscles furl tighter and tighter.
My lungs constrict when our eyes lock and I see the intensity of what he’s feeling in the moment. “I’m cooommmiiinnnnggg!” I blurt out as I lose all control.
He jerks as he climaxes at precisely the same moment. I cling to him, our bodies trembling against each other. I toss my head back and wail out his name as he grunts mine in response. My greedy pussy continues to pulse around him until his thrusting subsides and he crashes onto the carpet next to me.
Chapter 19
Everson
When I open my eyes the next morning, she’s lying on her side, breathing deep and peaceful. My arm is around her, cupping one of her perfect tits. Her bare pussy is damp against my leg.
Memories of last night flood back into my mind. The taste of her sweet pussy. The way her cunt closed tight around my cock. The way my name poured out of her lips.
Fuck – I got her. I’m a lucky bastard.
Just thinking about it has me hard again. I ghost my thumb across her nipple and it tightens beneath my touch. She’s so reactive. I love it. My hand trails lower, running down her ribcage, over her taut stomach, between her legs.
I flicker my fingers through her wetness and she purrs.
Good morning, Sweetness.
She groans and pushes her ass against my cock as her body revs to life. Her hand goes to mine, holding it between her thighs.
“Everson…”
Fuck. Me.
The way she says my name, sleep and arousal wrapping around every syllable, only makes me harder.
Her body is beautiful. Perfect. Toned but still soft. Strong but unmistakably feminine. Athletic but sexy. It redefines what a ballerina could look like.
“I ache all over,” she groans groggily into the pillow. And then she giggles.
“What’s so funny?” I inquire, pressing my lips to the back of her neck.
She peers at me over her shoulder. “Julia warned me that you’d leave me limping.”
I roll on top of her, pressing our lips together. “Ah – Julia underestimated me. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk at all.”
She giggles and interlaces her fingers behind my neck. She leans up into our kiss, her lips warm and wet. I feel like I’m melting a little as I get lost in the softness of her. Her legs spread wide as my hands trail down her thigh. My fingers dance across her skin until I’m thumbing her pulsing clit.
Her hand finds my cock and curls around the shaft. She pumps me slowly and I lengthen, harden under her touch.
I press a trail of kisses along her jaw, up her cheek, behind her ear. She whimpers, writhing beneath me. Our lips meet again and it’s so passionate, so intense. She whispers against my jaw, begging me to fuck her again.
I reach over the side of the bed and pull my pants from the floor. She watches me impatiently as I retrieve a condom and sheathe my aching cock.
I slide inside of her. “Good god.” I never knew anything could feel this good.
I roll my hips against her and I’m just about drowning in her wetness. Sexual energy charges the air. It crackles between us. I rut hard and deep into her. Her nails sink into my lower back.
“Everson. Don’t stop. Don’t stop.” She shuts her eyes, absorbing each sensation.
“That’s right, Babes. Take it. Take it all.” I plunge into her, as deep as her sweet cunt will let me go.
Her walls clamp down around me. Bullocks – I’m about to blow!
“Harder, Everson! I’m so close!”
I slip my hands under her ass cheeks, tilting her pussy up to me. I pound into her. Relentlessly. Completely abandoning myself to the rhythm.
“Shit shit shit,” she keens beneath me and that’s how I know she’s about to come.
Her body trembles all over and her eyes shut tight. Her lips part and a long, weighted groan rolls out of her.
It’s in that moment that I let go, too. I let the orgasm consume me as I empty myself into Mackenzie’s quivering body. We hold each other, savoring the sensation, basking in the high till it fades long moments later.
I let out a satisfied grunt as I drop onto the bed and yank her up into my arms. She nuzzles her face in my neck.
We lie there, body to body without saying a word. Instead we listen to all the things that are said in comfortable silence.
I fucking like this girl. That’s what I’m thinking as I fade back into sleep.
It’s the chiming of my cellphone that rouses me a few minutes later. I find it in the pocket of my pants and check my text messages.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath. It’s already 7:49 and I’ve got so much work to do. I swing my feet off of the bed and onto the floor. I yank my pants up my legs.
I feel Mackenzie’s gaze on me. “Aren’t you gonna stay?” The disappointment in her eyes makes me want to sink back into bed next to her.
But I can’t.
I walk over to the be
d, where she’s wrapped up in the sheets. “I’ve gotta go. Claudie just texted me. Band meeting then rehearsal.”
She tries to bury her disappointment with an understanding smile. “One more day before you leave on tour.”
I nod my head solemnly. “One more day.” I really wish I didn’t have to go. I’ve finally gotten this spectacular girl in bed. The last thing I want to do is jump on a bus and hop from city to city. Not when I have everything I need right here.
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