by London James
“Take my pants off.” His words are nothing except a heavy breath traveling over my breasts.
I bite my lip and moan as he starts to move his fingers in and out of my channel. “I want my cock to be in here soon. There’s so much I want to do with you, Everly.”
I unbuckle his belt, and when I whip it off, I bring my mouth to his ears. “Then do it.”
“Not until my pants are off.”
I grin, wishing he would do everything he wants. We didn’t get to experience that before. And I’m ready to experience everything he is willing to give. I don’t know if this is a one-off thing, but I’m ready for anything. Just the feel of his skin against my skin is enough to bring me back to life after closing myself off from the experience of living.
The heavy metal of his belt buckle clatters against the floor.
His blunt fingernails dig into my side.
My fingers toy with the button keeping his cock tucked away in confinements that might as well be considered jail.
His teeth graze my pink, hard nipple as I unbutton his pants.
I throw my head back in passion, losing the grip on his zipper.
“Unzip me,” he growls deeply, lost in passion.
I barely have the ability to reach my arms out, but I manage, clasping the cold metal zipper between my fingers, and slide it down. His breath hitches from the sound of the zipper’s teeth unlocking. I push his pants down from behind, grabbing the firm globes of his ass as I do.
He hums against my neck, taking a bite against the side of my neck. The pain and pleasure mix, sending goosebumps tingling through me. He kicks his pants to the side, and they smack against the white wall, falling to a helpless mound on the floor.
I have to look down.
And what I see does not disappoint. His cock is long and thick, thicker than I remember, and a vein bulges on the side. The crown is livid, weeping fluid. My mouth waters from the intense craving that hits me, needing to taste his fluid. I won’t ever admit this to him, but I’ve never sucked a cock before.
I’m sure he has had many women pleasure him. And that only adds to the pressure.
“Mmm, you want to suck me, don’t you?”
I lift my gaze from his throbbing rod and meet his eyes. I nod, sexually dazed and confused.
“What are you waiting for?” He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down until my knees are rubbing against the carpet.
I can’t show hesitation—only confidence. I ghost a breath over his shaft, and his body buckles. I take the thick base in my palm and stroke, watching the tip wink at me.
“Fuck,” he whispers, staring down at me as he leans his arms against the wall.
My eyes peek up at Rowan, and I wrap my lips around his girth. He stretches my mouth to the brink, but I love it. The first drop of his pre-come bursts over my taste buds, and I moan from the sweet and savory flavor.
I do what I remember women doing from watching porn. I drag my tongue around the helmet before sucking the crown between my mouth. My eyes cross as I watch myself bob up and down on his dick.
Rowan’s dick. My Rowan.
I hum around the steel pole, careful to keep my teeth sheathed with my lips as I pleasure him. My free hand runs up the thick muscle of his inner thigh, scratching my nails up the tender flesh until I reach his large hanging sack. I test the weight of the orbs in my palms, rolling them in a circle.
“Fuck, if you keep going, I’m going to come down your throat,” he grunts, tangling his fingers through my hair.
The touch makes me look at him, mouth full of cock, with a pleading in my eyes that screams, ‘take me’. I double my efforts, sucking and slurping like it’s my job. I still stroke him in sync with my suction, going faster, sucking harder, licking better.
“You’re a little devil,” he grunts, placing his other hand on the side of my head as he starts to thrust his hips vigorously until the tip of his cock is punching the back of my throat. He gasps, staring down at me with pure shock. “You don’t have a gag reflex? Fucking hell, what did I wait for?” he says on a long, sensual groan. “I’m going to come.” He tries to pull me back, but I wrap my arms around his thighs and keep him close to me.
I want a mouthful of his come. I want him to be the first guy I have sex with, in every way, even if it means he will be my last—but not in a good way. I just don’t see myself wanting to be with anyone the way I want to be with Rowan.
His hips stutter, bringing my focus back to the cock in my mouth. I prepare myself mentally because I have no idea what to expect. His breath comes out in harsh pants, and he gives one final push, holding my head to his pelvis, as he shouts his release down my throat. I pinch my eyes closed, not ready for the large squirt of salty liquid on my tongue.
But after a moment, I like it. I moan around his shaft, drinking down every drop. I savor every moment of the precious liquid, knowing that—so I’ve heard—most men can’t get it up a second time.
But I should have known Rowan isn’t like most men. He pulls his rock-solid cock from between my lips, dripping with spittle and come onto the carpet as he takes a step back.
“My turn,” he winks.
My brows pinch together, and then my eyes widen as he takes my hair in his hands, wraps it around his wrist and uses it to slowly pull me to my feet. The motion makes my entire body freeze. I stare deeply into him, needing him more than I’ve needed anything in my life.
I lean forward to kiss him again, to taste his lips, but before I can, he grabs my shoulders and tosses me on the bed. I yelp from the unexpected move, and a sudden slap on my ass yanks a moan out of me.
I’m gasping, clawing the bed sheets with pleasure and agony as he continues to spank the cheeks of my ass. I start to sweat, and the skin starts to sting, but I don’t want him to stop. He is taking me to another place, another dimension, and he isn’t even inside me yet.
“So pretty with my mark on you.”
I bury my head into the thick of the comforter and moan. I want more than a mark. I want a stamp.
I want his brand.
Chapter Seventeen
Rowan
I should stop.
This can’t happen.
It’s already gone too far, though. Her hot mouth around my cock, and my seed pouring down her throat might have been the breaking point of no turning back. I don’t care anymore though. I want her. I’ve wanted her my entire life, I wanted her when she turned her back on me, and I want her right now, ass in the air, red, and glowing with my handprint.
“Rowan,” she moans. “Please.”
I grab her by the hips and flip her onto her back. Her breasts bounce from the momentum, and her face is flushed with a deep burgundy color. I spread her legs wide, and her shiny lips gleam against the low light of the room. The only pussy I’ve ever truly wanted to taste. Finally, in my reach. The sweet, red velvet cake calls to me. Her swollen clit is throbbing, practically screaming at me for attention.
Aw, no need to make her suffer.
I run my hands up the smooth, pale, flawless canvas of her legs. I tease her inner thigh with my thumb until I’m circling her clit. Her back bows off the bed as she cries out from pleasure. The tremble of her legs sinks into the bed, but I feel the rumble beneath my knees.
“Oh, god!” she screams. “Yes, Rowan!”
“That’s right,” I growl, leaning over her withering body to seal her lips in a hard, passionate kiss. I continue my assault on her clit. A gush of fluid soaks her folds, and I know she is close. I knead her breast with my free hand, loving how perfect it still sits in the dip of my palm.
“I want you to fuck me, Rowan,” she gasps. “Please. Please put your dick in me.”
“I don’t have a condom,” I say. “Are you sure?”
She nods her head. “It’s okay; I’m on the pill.”
I grin wickedly, and my cock instantly throbs, knowing it’s about to take her again. But first, I need to finish the task at hand. I pick up my pace, thr
usting harder and faster and pinching her nipples and running my tongue all up and down her neck.
Everly wraps her arms around my back and digs her nails deep in the skin, raking them from the neck down as she comes, gushing and squirting into my palm. Her entire body quakes from the aftermath. I run my fingers through her sensitive folds and use her slick as lubricant. I don’t give her time to come down from her orgasm.
And thrust inside her in one smooth, hard motion. For a second, I expect to break through her virginity again, but that smug smirk works its way to my lips. That’s right. I already took it. And now I get to have this sweet candy again.
Thoughts of the past start to creep into my head, of her leaving, of her breaking me, of her ignoring me, and they are enough to make me falter. No, I’m not going to let it stop me. The feel of her is too good to stop now.
I push them aside and pull her closer, wrapping her legs around my waist and start a fast, heavy rhythm. It’s enough to push the negative thoughts away and enjoy the woman, the goddess, the love of my life, moaning underneath me. Right now is all that matters.
I don’t know what will happen when this is over. I know I’m not ready for it to mean more than it is, and right now, it’s just sex.
But also, it’s Everly. It will always be more than sex, but I can’t have more with her at this time. If that makes sense.
Protection. That’s what I have to do. I have to guard my heart, so keeping her at arm’s length is the best I can do right now.
“Rowan!” My name flies out of her mouth in two syllables from every punctuating stroke I am giving her.
“You like my cock, Everly? You want more of it?” A low rumble forms in my chest, a beast in creation, threatening to burst from my skin.
“Always,” she says.
The sun has set over the mountains, casting us in darkness. The only form of light is coming from the bathroom, casting a pale glow on the carpeted floor.
She’s so tight. Everly feels the same, just like the first time. Has she not had any more lovers? The thought of her with anyone else has my lip curling and my arms wrapping around her head to bring that sweet mouth to mine. It’s a sloppy kiss, all tongue and no precision from exertion.
But I’m far from being over.
“You feel so good, Everly, baby,” I croon into her ear. “Better than I remember,” which is true. Maybe it’s the longing I’ve felt for her over the years; I don’t know. But no one has ever compared, no sex has ever been as good or as earth-shattering, than it is with Everly.
Her red tongue flattens against my neck and licks a pathway up my neck to my jaw. “Don’t stop, don’t ever stop,” she pleads.
I pull back and lean up on one elbow, slowing the rolls of my hips as I stare into her eyes. They are shining with tears and emotion and desire and… maybe something more.
I can’t look. I place my head on her shoulder, holding her tight to my chest. I’m not able to look at her face, not right now. Or I’ll break.
This isn’t just any woman. This isn’t some woman I met at the bar. This is Everly.
My Everly.
Whatever she feels right now, if I look at her, I’ll feel it too and it will take us to a place we are not ready for. I’m not afraid to admit that. We shouldn’t even be having sex right now, but somewhere deep inside myself, I knew we would. It’s impossible to keep magnetic forces apart when they are close.
And every time we are close, we gravitate to each other. It’s natural. It’s a phenomenon I can’t explain. Even when I can’t stand her, when I don’t want anything to do with her because I’m so damn angry, my heart calls for hers.
The puffs of her breath dance over my earlobe, and it’s too much, knowing her lips, the ones that have so much to say but seal a secret, are close to me.
I flip her over onto her stomach and grab handfuls of that plump, thick ass. She cries out in this position as I drive my cock inside her channel.
“More, Rowan. Give me more. Harder,” she pants.
I push down in the middle of her back and straighten her legs until she is lying flat on the bed. Her pussy is even tighter this way. It makes my eyes cross. This position is going to milk the come from my cock in no time.
Remembering that she said she wants more; I grab her hips and slide in and out as hard and fast as I can. My balls slap against her lips, her moans carry throughout the entire penthouse, and I grunt with every thrust. I want to spill inside her, but I know that’s a conversation we haven’t had, and since this is probably a one-time thing, talking about it is pointless. But I really want to.
Right here.
Right now.
“Rowan! Oh, god, Rowan!” she snatches a pillow from the right and pushes it against her face as she screams.
Her pussy tightens around me, squeezing me like a vice. My balls pull up to my body, and blood rushes to my head, deafening me to the point I can no longer hear her cries as she orgasms. I couldn’t stop it even if I wanted to. Everly feels too good. So good. The fucking best I’ve ever felt.
So, it’s a nice surprise that my orgasm slams into me so hard and fast. The next time I thrust in, I’m shooting my seed deep inside her.
And then her pussy clenches me again, and her inner muscles quake and spasm with yet another orgasm. I know with every orgasm, her muscles are grabbing onto my come and pulling it up toward her womb.
I don’t think much of it, though because even though she is on birth control, the chance of getting pregnant is slim without trying.
With the thought comforting my worry, I plunge in deep, trying to get every drop inside. It feels so fucking good. I’ve never come inside someone before, and I see why men want to do it. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. It’s still hot and wet, plus the constriction of her pussy around my hard shaft—fuck—nothing has felt better.
Everly giggles as I collapse beside her. Both of us are breathing hard, sweat is dripping down our bodies, and my cock is still hard. I can’t help how much I want her. It’s been too long. So, what do I do?
I climb back on top of her and slide in again because I’m not going to stop fucking her until my cock deflates, and Everly can’t function.
“What are you doing?” she asks, still trying to catch her breath.
Her brown hair is matted to her head from sweat and is sticking to her flushed skin. “I’m going to keep fucking you, and fucking you, and—” I thrust in, soft and slowly, into her swollen pussy. “— fucking you until my cock is tired and your pussy isn’t begging for me,” I gasp.
I sigh, thinking about how long I’ve wanted this. I remember being eighteen, full of hope, and planning out my dreams. Everly had always been a part of them, just like she had been my entire life.
For the first time tonight, she cups my face, running her hand over the high plains of my cheekbone. My skin feels incinerated from the touch. And this time, I can’t look away from her. I don’t move. I keep still, soaking in her touch.
Everly moves one hand to the center of my chest, right over my heart and leans her head against my chest.
“Everly,” I warn in a light, but still sharp, tone. We can’t afford to fall for each other. Not again.
“Shh, I know. I know. Just let me listen,” she says, keeping her ear against my chest to listen to my heart.
An array of emotions swirl through me. I want to stay like this forever, but the other part of me, the part that screams that this will never work, tells me to stop what she is doing. She used to do this after I climbed into her bedroom window at night, and we watched TV. She always laid her head on my chest, falling asleep. And when she woke up, she said the sound of my heart was her favorite lullaby.
I start to move again, keeping a steady pace. The moment is slow and sensual, and I’m not ready for that. She’s making me feel too vulnerable. She is making me want to forget the pain she has caused me over the years. But I can’t do that yet.
Sitting up, I wrap her legs around me and stand. When we get
to the wall, I turn her around, so she is facing the wall. My hand falls between the middle of her slim shoulders and holds her down as I start another fast rhythm. My heavy sack swings back and forth, hitting her clit.
I glance down to see my cock sliding in and out of her hungry folds. I think about all the years wasted not having her. I could be fucking my wife right now, but instead, I’m in this situation.
Yeah, my wife. I thought Everly was going to be her. My one. But life has a funny way of changing.
The sheen against my cock shows her juice and my come from earlier. The view has my balls rolling again. The two dimples decorating her lower back are beautiful. My thumb settles right over them as I spread my palm over her ass as I plummet into her pussy.
I slam her against the wall and pull her hair back, getting ready to come again. Her back and my chest slide together from all the sweat, and when she reaches back, wrapping her arm around my neck and pulling me into another sloppy kiss, I come.
And it triggers her orgasm.
Best sex of my fucking life.
But the fantasy crashes down and gets replaced by reality very quick. Everything I tried not to think about during sex hits me like a freight train.
We stand there, trying to catch our breaths, and before I can stop them, the worst four words I could ever say come stumbling out of my mouth. Instead of saying how amazing it was, how good she felt, and how I want to feel her again—I say something else.
“This was a mistake.”
I pull my softening cock out of her pussy, and I want to groan from how sensitive and good it feels, but I hold it in. If I were to groan right now after saying those four words, I’d be a real asshole.
She doesn’t even turn around. She stays against the wall, legs spread, chest heaving, come dripping down her thighs, and nods. Everly doesn’t say anything, though. She bends over and grabs the towel off the floor and hits my shoulder with hers as she pushes by me and slams the door to the bathroom.