“I got you,” he said moving his fingers at my entrance, making it twitch. “I want to see your face when you come.”
Before I could even think of a response, he thrust two fingers into me and my eyes widened in shock and pleasure. They went in rather smoothly ,but my vagina, super sensitive from his earlier treatment, sent shocks throughout me. I tried to speak, but my mouth kept gaping open, no sound coming out but a purr that I couldn’t stop, my brain unable to form coherent thoughts anymore. I could only watch helplessly as he smiled down at me and began moving his fingers. My eyes rolled at the amazing feel of them inside me, reaching in deep while his thumb caressed my clitoris. My legs kept writhing as he continued his ministrations, while my breaths started to become pants, and my nipples hardened.
He took the opportunity to insert one more finger, making me arch my hips again, trying desperately to get them deeper. I tried to reach my bound hands to him, but he made them stay where they were. I was at his mercy now: all I could do was moan wantonly and arch into his touch as he dug deep into my vagina, rubbing my clitoris until I felt my orgasm building.
I wanted to say something, but I could only emit sounds of pleasure and stare into his eyes that bore down on me, waiting. All of my limbs started to tense, his fingers were in knuckle deep, and I felt the waves of pleasure racking my whole body as I felt my orgasm explode, and I screamed at the feel of it washing over me, throwing my head back, curling toes and arching as much as I could to make the feeling last.
Oh God, it was so intense that I felt it lasted for hours, but then it finally ended and I was left twitching with his fingers still inside me.
I panted up at him, breathless and unable to speak as he leaned close.
“Oh, the fun’s just starting,” he whispered in my ear before pulling his hand out, making me whimper at the loss of contact, my body craving for something inside me once more. Something more than just his hand. He did, however, continue to caress my clitoris, the sensations beginning to build up again, but before too much torture, he turned me around until I was on my knees, my hands lying in front of me, still bound together by his belt, and my ass raised in the air toward him.
I continued panting as he began to stroke his member against my entrance. I could feel him like a brand against my skin and I needed more. I used what little strength I had left to move my hips and meet his penis, but he only continued rubbing it on my lips, feeling my moisture drip wet and hot as melted honey.
I whined with impatience, making him laugh, but it didn’t take long before he pushed his dick inside me. I gasped at the new pressure now inside me and then yelled at how his member filled me up more than his fingers did.
I arched my back, hoping to get it as deep as I could go while his fingers still rubbed my clitoris and his free hand went to grab one of my breasts. His talented fingers started rubbing and squeezing first one and then the other until I thought I couldn’t take anymore. But he didn’t stop.
My breaths felt like wheezes now, and I didn’t know which sensations to focus on. It was so intense, everything that he did, all the pleasure that he gave me. Fortunately, I didn’t have to decide since he let go of my breast and clitoris, the loss of contact nearly making me scream in annoyance, and he grasped my hips before he started thrusting into me, all the way in, as deep as he could go, setting a rhythm that had me gasping.
I cried when he started to move his dick in and out, plunging deep into my vagina, unable to control my voice. He didn’t care: he only dug his hand into my hips, holding them in place with each thrust. He set a torturous pace, deliberately slow. I almost wanted to cry at how much I needed him to pound away into me. I tried moving my hips to meet his, but he held them still and simply moved his penis.
“Beg me,” he groaned, his voice as harsh as gravel and lower than I’d ever heard it before. “Beg me to fuck you.”
I gasped for breath, trying to do as he wanted, as I wanted. My voice was soft and out of breath, but still I managed to say the words, “Fuck me, please. Please, pound into me.”
I swear I could almost hear the smirk behind his voice when he spoke, “No problem.”
I felt him grasp my hips a little more firmly and this time he started pulling them back to meet his thrust which also increased speed. Our hips kept making loud smacking noises which almost drowned out my voice. Still I screamed because he continued to slam into me, rubbing my clitoris as he did, pummeling my face into the couch cushions and knocking most of my breath out of me. I tried to hold myself, but I could only let him take over and allow him to shove his erection deeper and deeper into me, rubbing against my walls and that sensitive spot inside me. He kept thrusting, and all I could was hold on as he took me, as he made me lose my mind.
An intense euphoria started to build up once more and I found my orgasm approaching. I tried to tell him, but all I could voice were my yelps, shrieks and cries of pure pleasure. He seemed to sense it, though, because I unconsciously clenched it tighter around me and it prompted him to increase the tempo. I felt his long, thick penis plunge into me, waiting to ride out through my orgasm. It was close, I could feel it. I was so close. I shut my eyes, squeezing them tight as I felt it course through me. I felt the climax escalating and making me yell louder than before. Fuck, it felt wonderful. I felt like electricity stimulating all of my nerves at once, my mind seeing stars as my own orgasm sent Evan over the edge and he came inside me.
Once the feeling passed, I felt his penis pulsing inside me, releasing his seed into me, which made me twitch and spasm around it. I gasped once the aftershock was over, finally able to breathe again, still panting as the pleasure settled through my body along with satisfaction. I collapsed against the couch and Evan collapsed against me, but still held himself so that he wasn’t crushing me. We both lay gasping for a moment before I burst out laughing. Or at least tried to. It was more of a breathless chuckle.
“You’re really kinky aren’t you?” I finally said, making him laugh as well.
“Well, I love being the dominant one,” he admitted, and I could feel his shrug from above me.
“Good for you,” I said, contentment rolling through me in waves that made me never want to move. I figured Evan would feel the same, but was surprised when he turned me over, his expression serious and his eyes flashing blue fire at me.
“So, ready for another round?”
I shrugged as best as I could, a small smile lifting the corner of my lips. “If you can turn me on again.”
“Is that a challenge?” he asked, lifting himself and kissing my shoulder, running his mouth across my hypersensitive skin.
“Depends on how you want to take it,” I mocked, shrugging slightly and trying to still the sudden butterflies that exploded at the new look that came into his gaze. It was pure sin.
“You’re on.” Evan stared down at me and I couldn’t look away. “Close your eyes,” he finally ordered, and it was hard to make my eyelids shut, but I did as he asked.
I might’ve regretted saying those words, issuing the challenge as that look grew and Evan disappeared for a long moment, but I didn’t. My body was already starting up again, a new wave of moisture slick between my thighs at the thought of what was coming next. Not knowing was really turning me on.
A few minutes later, I felt something, like my vagina was being prodded at with something. He kept rubbing it over my outer lips, slicking it up with the juices collected down there. I peeked one eye open, surprised to see a pink vibrator clasped in his hands.
“Wait,” I said, making him stop. “Did you ever use that?”
“No, don’t worry, I got it right when I found out Melanie was screwing someone else.”
“Oh, okay, proceed,” I said shakily, making him smile, and before I knew it he pushed it inside me. I immediately tensed around it, my sensitive walls trying to adjust to it. It was covered with little lumps that massaged my walls in ways that had my breath catching in my lungs. I bit my lip and arched into the vibrator
as he kept pulling it out and then pushing it all the way in, its texture rubbing every inch inside me.
I felt his lips on my shoulder as his free hand reached to my breast, caressing it and pinching the nipple. I arched into the touch, relishing his touch, the feeling at my vagina before he undid the belt from my hands and led one of them to his penis.
I gave it a firm squeeze, happy with the sound he made, so I started stroking it, coaxing moans out of him as he continued to plunge the vibrator in me. After a few strokes, I stopped his hand, looking up at him with heat blazing in my eyes, and before he knew it, he was on his back with my hand still grasping his dick and the vibrator still inside me. He looked surprised but smiled as I continued to stroke him, then leaned my body down to take him in my mouth.
I smiled around his member when I heard him grunt in pleasure. I looked up to gage his reactions as I started moving my lips. I would pull out only to the tip only to take it all again, my teeth scraping against it as his toes curled and one of his hands found itself on my head, encouraging me to take it in.
I felt his other hand moving, wondering what he was doing with it. I realized instantly what that was when the vibrator started up inside me. I moaned loudly around his penis, but his hands kept me in place while my hips started moving of their own accord and my walls clenched against it. Still I made sure to keep on sucking his penis, my moans enticing him on as both of us started to writhe wildly as our pleasure grew higher and higher.
My mind had gone blank at this point. All I was doing was sucking on his penis and moving mindlessly against the object in me, and I was loving it. I could tell he was too, given his groans and pants. He was close, and so was I. I pulled my mouth away and started stroking him, using my hands and fingers as I moved, going to lie over him. He looked at me with a smile and started moving the vibrator again, making me arch myself into his touch and tugging at his penis so that we could come together.
I kept moaning as the vibrations drove me closer to my orgasm until I screamed, squirting more juices over it. I continued to move my hand, riding out my orgasm until I heard his moans get louder until he too screamed and came all over my hand.
In the end we both laid there, basking in our aftershocks of orgasm. After a bit, I collapsed on top of him, completely spent. He reached an arm to wrap around me, pulling the vibrator out of me and setting it aside, letting my head rest on his shoulder. After a long moment where we just laid there, both trying to catch our breath, he sat up and then carried me to the bathroom. I was a little exhausted, but the thought of a bath had me moaning again with a different sort of pleasure.
The bath was almost as great as the sex; well, not quite. Not anywhere near, really, but it felt great. It was very comforting, letting him wash me and letting me wash him in turn. I felt relieved and so relaxed. By the time we got out, we went back to the sofa, and he went to get a blanket and we cuddled against each other. His arms felt so warm and safe, and they were everything I'd ever wanted when sleeping with someone. I don’t know how long it was before I drifted to sleep, but I did know that I wouldn’t be as secure sleeping with anyone else.
Chapter 7
Regan
Ah, such a beautiful day, full of singing birds and sunlight, and, oh shit! What the hell is that feeling?
I slowly sat up on the couch and covered my mouth, feeling nausea roll through me. I ran to the bathroom, throwing the door open and leaned over the toilet bowl emptying my stomach contents. I vaguely felt someone holding my hair back and out of my face.
“It’s okay, I got you,” I heard Evan say Unfortunately I was too busy throwing up to properly thank him.
After a few minutes, I finished releasing everything and finally sat there gasping before Evan handed me some water which I took to rinse my mouth and a damp towel to clean up with.
“I know, happened to me too. Lucky for me I don’t have such long hair,” he said with a chuckle. I couldn’t help but laugh as well, but it was a weak attempt.
“Ugh, my head,” I groaned, getting up slowly, achingly, and rubbing my temples.
“Same here.” I handed him back the towel he gave me to wipe my face, not brave enough yet to look in the bathroom mirror. I’m sure it wasn’t pretty. I wasn’t a morning person.
“Aspirin?” I asked, the pounding in my head doubling as I glanced at him.
“In the cabinet.”
I hurried as fast as my wobbly limbs allowed me and I got that much needed aspirin. I leaned over the sink, briefly allowing myself to look back in the mirror and saw Evan admiring my ass.
“Really?” I asked, half-heartedly complaining.
“It’s a nice ass” he shrugged, unabashed.
I laughed before putting on a bathrobe that was hanging there and then I flushed the toilet.
“What’s for breakfast, then?” I asked, my appetite suddenly returning as quickly as the nausea had come and left.
Evan smiled at me, holding out a big hand. A hand that had given me so much pleasure the night before. “Not to brag, but I make a mean crepe.”
“Oh sounds delicious. I’m suddenly hungry.”
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked warily, looking serious as he waited for my answer. I gave him a shrug and small smirk.
“I’m never too sick for a crepe.”
I took his offered hand and strolled with him into the kitchen, content to just sit and watch as he cooked, the smells wafting from the stove enough to have my stomach growling in hunger.
When he finished making his crepe, he brought it over to the table where I’d been impatiently waiting and we both dug into it, happy to have such a delicious meal after a long night of sex.
“So where are we right now?” he asked me slowly, softly, to which I just looked at him in surprise.
“In the kitchen? Eating a delicious crepe.”
But he was already shaking his head, my comment drawing a smile from him, despite his attempt at seriousness. “I mean us. Are we together or just casual?”
I shrugged, those damned butterflies in my stomach acting up again. “Do you want us to be together?”
“I was thinking…” he seemed hesitant to continue and he raised an eyebrow in question before speaking again. “Yes?”
I smiled at him. He could be so dominant in the bedroom, but oh so cute outside of it.
“Of course,” I said, before laughing as he let out a breath. “But, I am gonna have to quit.”
“Oh come on, you’re great with Stephanie,” he groaned, looking down as his half eaten crepe as if trying to find the answers there.
“I’m sorry, but I just don’t think it’s right that I’m both your babysitter and girlfriend. If I’m going to be your girlfriend, there needs to be some space between me and Stephanie. That way, if something happens, you can break it to her easily.”
“Yeah, the last time I tried to break something to her easily, it didn’t go so well.” Evan said the words with a cynical roll of his deep blue eyes and I shrugged. I know it had been hard for him before, but that was exactly what I was trying to avoid now. I leaned forward so he could see my expression of how serious I was.
“Well tough bro, you’re gonna have to do it. At this point, we don’t know where the relationship is going to go. Stephanie likes me, but she hasn’t gotten to know me that well for us to cultivate a good relationship, so right now it's good for us to keep our distance. Because if we let her get attached to me and it ends badly between us, I’ll still have to quit and she might end up being devastated by it.” I tried to make him understand the logic behind what I was saying, but I still didn’t think he was getting it. He kept looking at me with a goofy grin on his face.
“You’re assuming we’re going to break up,” Evan said, that damned smile growing wider.
“I’m not assuming anything. Besides the fact that your daughter still hasn’t gotten over you breaking up with her mother and that adding another woman into the mix is just going to make her more upset.” I
pleaded with him to understand, or at least try to understand and finally his smile faded as my words started to sink in.
He groaned at that, loud and uncharacteristically pouty, and my guess is he didn’t want to think about his wife right now, or possibly ever. Unfortunately, he still had a daughter to think about and he needed to put her before everything else, even me. Especially me. I couldn’t imagine how hard it would be for the little girl if her dad suddenly got a new girlfriend.
Evan looked at me, his blue eyes clouded in thought, and I could see the moment that resignation settled across his handsome features. “Fine, let’s just wait a little longer,” he said with a deep sigh. “I’ll look for a new nanny in the meantime, though, and I will ask you to continue looking after her.”
I nodded once, on the one hand glad that he was thinking about his daughter, and on the other, feeling something that I didn’t expect to feel: disappointment. “Okay then. But I’m still getting paid.”
“Oh come on!” he whined playfully. “Can’t you do your new boyfriend a favor?”
“Boyfriend?” I asked, one brow arched.
“Boyfriend in waiting, then,” he replied, and that damned smug smile was back on his face, making him look more handsome than ever.
“No, because my new boyfriend in waiting understands that I have another job in which I have to deal with a shitty boss. So if I’m spending the rest of the day taking care of my boyfriend’s daughter, I’m definitely getting paid.”
“Fine,” he groaned, finally giving into me. It was inevitable. In this battle of wills, there was no contest. I was Scottish, for Christ’s sake, and had a stubborn streak in me a mile wide. Evan continued, his voice sliding deeper, sexier with every word. “Do you think I can get a discount for your services, thanks to the ones I provided you?”
“No!” I said, my voice was appalled but my expression was all smiles. How could he make me want to laugh and so irritated at the same time? It must be his special gift.
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