Evan's Addiction

by Sara Hess

  “It was more than that.” She whispered rubbing at her chest.

  It was too dark to read her averted features, but her tone sounded pained. Taking her hand I squeezed. “Hey, I’m fine, everything’s fine.”

  Looking down at our joined hands she nodded, rubbing her thumb over my skin sending small jolts down my spine…with merely that insignificant contact. She’d been touching me more frequently and unreservedly today and I was soaking it up like starving man.

  “Where you scared?” She asked.

  I expelled a sigh. “My heart sped up but I knew I would be okay. I was more concerned that he was going to damage my car even more then he had. I’ve taken lessons in what to do in certain types of spin-outs and collisions and thankfully my reflexes remembered.”

  “It’s good that you’ve taken those lessons, but I doubt ninety-five percent of the other drivers have. “ She reflected. “I guess when you love something you’re willing to take those risks.” She shot me a glance, pulled her hand from mine, and cleared her throat. “I mean, look at some of the dangerous stuff people do; jumping out of planes, cliff climbing without ropes, swimming with sharks…crazy people.” She mumbled.

  Her grumble was cute but my attention latched onto her sudden edgy manner. “You ever do anything that got your heart pumping with fear and excitement?”

  Her head turned toward the window again. “Only one thing that has left an impression.”

  “What’s that?” I down shifted as I pulled in through Landon’s gates.

  “You.”

  Her softly spoken, blunt response had my gut tightening and turned my blood thick. Shaw maintained tight control over her emotions, afraid of revealing too much or letting herself feel too much, and I could understand her shield with the way she’d grown up. I hadn’t expected her to be that honest.

  Parking the car and turning off the engine, I jumped out and strode around to pull her out of the car into my arms. Having her close was both a stress reliever and simulator, and I’d been trying to fathom that paradoxical pairing since I’d first touched her.

  Gazing down into her guarded green eyes I stroked my thumb over her lush bottom lip. “Soon I hope that fear will fade and all you will feel is the excitement.”

  Leaning down I captured her bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth, caressing it gently, but my raging desire for her was too much to contain and soon I was going deep, taking everything. I was so fucking on fire for her, all the time, my cock clenching with desperate need. The word want failed in comparison to what I felt for Shaw. Kissing her rendered me mindless and stupid with lust. Getting lost in her was as easy as breathing.

  Other vehicles pulled in and I reluctantly tore my lips away, resting my forehead to hers. “Go for a walk with me on the beach.” I needed to get her alone…like now!

  Gasping for breaths, she nodded. Towing her with me into the house I was able to get us a blanket, her a sweat shirt, and us back out of the house without encountering anyone. Landon’s property had a good stretch of private beach, a mile at least, so we wouldn’t have to worry about running into anyone.

  The sexual tension between us was like a live wire as we walked. The hours had ticked by too slowly today when all I’d wanted to do since picking her up was to get her under me. When I estimated that we had walked far enough I placed the blanket on the sand and then I nearly tackled her. Hauling her up against me I devoured her…god, she tasted so damn sweet…as I lowered us to the ground.

  As I plundered her delicious lips my hand burrowed under her shirts to her breasts, and we both moaned as I molded the soft, firm globes. I needed more though. I needed to get my mouth on them.

  Pushing both her shirts up I pulled down her bra and bent to lick at her nipple. Blowing softly on it I took it into my mouth sucking hard, and then rolling the engorged flesh on my tongue. So damn good! I did the same to her other breast, going back and forth.

  Shaw was panting and whimpering under me, fingers scraping over my scalp and back, legs clamping tightly on my hips. I gave groans of approval at her taste and responses. Shooting to my knees I ripped off my shirt and then gave her a hand removing her tops. I took a couple seconds to appreciate the beautiful glow of her skin in the moonlight before settling myself partially back on top of her.

  Taking her swollen lips again I squeezed her breasts, pinching and playing with her taut nipples. Shaw cried out into my mouth and one of her legs hooked my thigh as she ground her pussy on me. I could tell she was escalating fast, the same as me.

  Reaching down I caressed up the curve of her creamy thigh towards the junction of her legs and using my thumb I rubbed against the seam of her shorts. Her hips rocked at the stimulation and she gasped into my mouth.

  I wanted more though, always fucking more.

  I went to unfasten her shorts but her hands on the fastening of my pants froze me. My button flipped open, my zipper came down, and then her hand was in my boxers stroking my hard, aching, deprived cock.

  My mouth left hers so I could groan into her neck. “Holy shit, Shaw. That feels so fucking good.” Her soft hand didn’t even compare to mine.

  Suddenly I was being pushed to lie on my back and Shaw was above me kissing down my throat and chest, leaving trails of fire everywhere. My hands dug into her hair; not to direct her, just to have contact. She nipped at my nipple causing my fingers to constrict and pull at her silky strands.

  “I wish I could see you better.” Her breath blew across my tight skin. “Your body is incredible…your tattoo and so many hard lines. You’re even hard here.” Her fingers brushed over my abs, trailing down my happy trail, and then her lips followed and my muscles clenched in vicious need. “You smell so good; dark and musky, but fresh.” She licked and nipped the tight flesh of my lower abs.

  My plans had been to get her off and maybe dry hump myself to relief, and while I didn’t want her to feel obliged to do this I couldn’t form the words telling her to stop. My body wanted it too badly. Rising up slightly she tugged at my jeans and I lifted my hips to aid her, and then kicked them off the rest of the way leaving me naked. It was dark but the moon and stars gave off just enough luminosity that we could see teasing hints of each other.

  She knelt beside me topless; her firm, generous breasts rising with her deep, gasping breaths, hair loose and wild around her head, looking like a fucking vision in the moonlight. I couldn’t recall anything or anyone that could compare.

  “You are so damn stunning.” I said, stroking my hand reverently over her slender waist.

  She moved to kneel between my legs her fingers scoured up my inner thighs causing my hips to arch, and my cock to bob and pulsate. I’m pretty sure I leaked some pre-cum.

  “Shit Shaw!” I growled in agony. “Do that again and I will turn into a geyser.” I was on a hair trigger where her touch was concerned.

  Had any other woman ever affected me like this?

  “What if I do something different?” She teased huskily, and then bending over she licked my shaft from root to tip.

  My balls constricted in agonizing pleasure. Nope, she pretty much had the market cornered on driving me insane and senseless.

  “Oh shit, Red…Don’t you fucking do this because you think it’s required. I want you to want my cock like it’s a churro.”

  She giggled. “This will be the biggest churro I’ve ever had.” She licked me again and then swallowed the tip swirling her tongue around it.

  Her tongue sent hot electric shocks down my dick and I took her actions to mean she wanted to do this. Thank fuck!

  Shaw’s tongue continued to lick and swirl, as her mouth sucked and sucked…and sucked. It was sweet, torturous, mind-blowing pleasure. I tried to hold onto my damn wits but she was too good at this…and I pushed the reason for how she became so talented to the back of my mind because I wanted to kill every guy she’d touched like this. Her mouth was fucking mine and no one else’s.

  My dick was thick and her lips were stretched to capaci
ty as she moved up and down on me; slow, fast, deep, and then shallow. It was fucking incredible. She was only able to take half my length with her mouth, stroking the other half with her hand, and coils of hot electricity began racing down my spin. My balls drew tight warning me of my imminent detonation.

  “Red, honey, I’m close.” I warned raggedly kneading her scalp and trying to control the thrusting of my hips so I wouldn’t gag her.

  She began humming, nearly deep throating me while caressing my balls, and I struggled for breath as the vibrations traveled out through my body and then circled around to rush back down my cock.

  “Now Red…oh fuck…yes!” Muscles locking, I bellowed, releasing a flood of hot cum into her amazing mouth. It went on forever until she drained me dry.

  When the last blistering spasm passed I slumped, mind blown at the way she just owned me.

  I was familiar with the feeling of satiation after a good orgasm, and enjoyed the women I spent time with, but this…Shaw…was more than anything I’d known before, and the overly full sensation in my chest told me that this amazing woman was stealing a part of me I was never going to get back.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  SHAW

  I gave one last lick to Evan’s engorged penis, disappointed that I couldn’t see it properly because of the dark, and moved to the side to lie next to him on the blanket. I’d only gotten a quick look at his cock the last time and I’d taken note that it was thick, but having it in my mouth really pressed that point home. Jeesh, it was fat. It also hadn’t really shrunk after he just ejaculated.

  I never liked doing that with other guys, and even though my mouth was aching from taking Evan’s I had actually more than like it.

  Before I was able to lie down Evan wrapped his arm around me and settled me partially on top of him, rubbing my back restlessly. “I loved your mouth before, but that was…incredible, Shaw.”

  “Was the swallowing thing okay?” I stroked my fingers over his chest where his tattoo was feeling suddenly nervous. I wasn’t accustomed to all this cuddling and talking afterwards. Guys normally said ‘thanks babe’ and wanted to get back to whatever party was going on at the time.

  He went still under me for a moment. “You never swallowed before?”

  I tensed at his subtle allusion to my past. It was a harmless question but I didn’t like thinking about them. “No.” I answered shortly.

  He squeezed me and gripped my chin to raise it. I couldn’t read his expression in the dark. “Well then my question is…did you like it?”

  I was caught off guard by his question…because did guys really care if the girl liked it…and could feel my face burning. Thank god for the darkness. “I didn’t not like it.” I mumbled.

  Tilting forward he chuckled into my mouth as he caressed my lips gently. “I didn’t not love it either, but I only want you doing what you’re comfortable with.”

  My tension eased as I kissed him back…well, not all my tension. The sexual tension inside me still had me strung tight. Up to this point Evan had been focusing on my needs, and I know he was doing that to make a point to me; that he cared for my needs more than his. I wasn’t certain if he had been planning that again tonight but I’d needed something different…something more. Watching his so called minor accident had shifted something inside me, and truthfully, the whole day had added to it. He’d arranged this weekend for me, been so attentive, and I wasn’t made of steel. I hated to admit it, but I was more butter than metal where he was concerned.

  Suddenly I was flipped and Evan was in control, his hot, hard body looming over mine. “Your turn now, Red.” He growled into my neck sending hot shivers through me. I felt his hands at the fastening of my shorts. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on that sweet cream of yours again.”

  His mouth sucked at my collarbone moving down to my naked breasts as my shorts and panties glided down my legs. As his lips sucked at my nipple I bent my quaking legs robotically so he could haul them all the way off.

  Then we were naked, skin to hot naked skin, and he felt so good lying on top of me, sucking at one my breast strongly, while molding the other one with his large hands, rolling, pinching, and tugging at my nipple. I felt unhinged, clutching at his hair in mindless ecstasy, digging my short nails into his scalp pressing him closer.

  “Oh god…Evan.” I whimpered. “That feels so...” The scrape of his scruff on my breasts had me arching my back and moaning; I wanted more…harder…and it was like he knew because his touch turned more aggressive. “Yesss!” I gasped. The pain and the pleasure mixed perfectly.

  Evan released my nipple with a ‘pop’. “Damn, you taste as good as you look. You tell me if I get too rough, Shaw, because I lose my fucking mind like never before when I’m with you.”

  I nodded, trying to pull his head back. “Okay, okay, I will…promise.” I panted.

  He gave a dark chuckle before his mouth began devouring me all over again, but then his lips released my breast to journey slowly down my stomach and I tensed in anticipation and nervousness.

  “Relax, Red. I’m going to make you feel even better.” He purred, and then his mouth was there, sending electric shocks of pleasure coursing through my body.

  I sobbed, my body bowing up at the sensations he was eliciting. Fire erupted from my core and spread throughout my body in one long blooming sensation. His lips and tongue were so wickedly wonderful.

  His thumb took over the torture on my clit as he whispered against my flesh. “You are so hot and wet and tight, Red, and you’re all mine. I have so many dirty, wicked thoughts in my head that I want to do to you, and I want to do them all, over and over again…until you’re screaming in ecstasy, begging me to stop, but really wanting me to keep going.”

  I couldn’t reply to that gut-clenching statement because the tension twisting inside of me was reaching a breaking point, and when his lips returned, eating at me with a ravenous hunger, that was it…white-hot ecstasy slammed into me. It felt like thousands of explosions were detonating inside of me, setting off uncontrollable tremors and shockwaves. My inner walls clenched frantically around Evan’s plunging fingers, robbing me of all sanity.

  I heard a high mewling cry and realized it was me.

  When the acute, deep pulses passed into weaker throbs I sagged in shattered satiation, trembling uncontrollably.

  Evan made his way back up my body leisurely; kissing, nipping, nuzzling…I quivered at his continued attention. I always thought a guy’s orgasm was the end of the night, but Evan never seemed to be done with me. He stayed and continued to touch.

  “God, I love how you taste; sweet and fiery just like your personality.” He wrapped his arms around me pulling me onto his side, tucking the blanket around us. His erection was back and pressing into me.

  Trembling, I laughed shakily going red at his remark. “What…like a hot tamale?”

  He chuckled, massaging my back. “Exactly like that.”

  “You taste bitter, like a mix of brussel sprouts and raw spinach.” My hand played over his chest and stomach. I’d trade my keyboard for his hard lines any day.

  “God, that sounds awful.” He grunted, his hands roaming further down.

  I grinned. “You don’t like brussel sprouts and spinach?”

  “Not even a little.”

  “Well, I do, so you’re lucky.”

  He cupped my butt, kneading it, and kissed the top of my head. “You don’t have to tell me that.”

  Warmth bloomed in my chest, and then my sex as his hand massaged my rear-end.

  My hand moved down to his stomach arriving at his hard-on. I ran a finger over the smooth tip. “Why are you still hard; did I not do enough?” From what I remembered guys went completely soft after blowing their load.

  Evan’s chest rumbled as his hips lifted, and his arms tightened around me. “Nothing is ever enough with you, Red. I think I could have you all night and still remain hard for you.”

  I nuzzled into his chest as the warmth in
my chest swelled. My desire for him was the same, but my craving was more than physical.

  Did he want more than my body? He said he did, and I wanted to believe him.

  “Did you have fun today?” His fingers traveled down my spine.

  I don’t remember ever having so much fun, or feeling more alive…or wanted. It was a perilous feeling because disappointment and hurt generally followed.

  “Yes…a lot.” I admitted quietly. My gaze scanned the sky full of stars…wishing.

  He kissed the top of my head again, caressing my back. “Good.”

  I stroked his hard erection and kissed his chest. “Can we have more fun?” I wanted to get lost in him all night. My need for him made me antsy, but it was too powerful to fight.

  He gave guttural groan and tugged on my butt, hauling me up so that we were face to face. “I can’t say no to you, Red.” And then his lips consumed mine, his arms crushing me.

  He took me to a whole new plane of enjoyment. It made me not want to rejoin the real world.

  ∞ ∞ ∞

  I woke to the sound of waves, bright sunlight, and a hot body surrounding me…and I didn’t freak out about it.

  Instead, I sighed contentedly remaining utterly motionless so I wouldn’t disturb the moment, and summoned up memories of last night.

  When I’d asked Evan if we could have more fun I’d expected us to advance to intercourse, but Evan still appeared to want to hold out. Instead, we’d had another extensive round of amazing oral and finger play. Afterwards we’d snuggled together staring up at the sky, listening to the waves, and talking for what seemed like hours until I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. I’d fought it as long as I could because I hadn’t wanted the day to end, but exhaustion had finally won out.

  I was surprised Evan hadn’t woken me up so that we could head back to the house, but I wasn’t disappointed to find us still outside. In fact, I was far from disappointed; waking up outside, wrapped up in his arms was one of the most incredible feelings in the world.