I shook and contracted. Tensed and released. My toes curled as my thighs spread wider, giving him as much room as he could ever need. His thumb pressed deep into my throbbing clit as his fingers filled me to the brim. He crooked them against a spot that sent stars bursting in my vision, and before I knew it I felt myself tumbling.
“Everett. Shit. Oh yes. Don’t stop. Don’t move. Don’t do anything.”
“Come for me, Andrea. That’s it. Squeeze these fingers of mine.”
My head fell back and I moaned out into the room. His name dripped like a prayer chanted in the back of church. My toes curled so tightly my legs locked up, and when my back collapsed to the tub more water fell off to the side. Everett’s lips connected with mine and my heart fluttered in my chest. I loved the taste of him. The taste of the soda and alcohol on his tongue. His hand slid from between my legs and I whimpered at the loss of him.
But I didn’t have to wait for long.
He rolled us around until he was underneath me. His hands undid the bows at my sides and my bikini bottom fell away. My hands made quick work of his shorts, sliding them down his body as his thickened cock came into view. I had to stare at it for a second. It was massive, and I honestly wasn’t sure if it was going to fit. I watched his precum get swallowed up by the bath water as his hands worked my top off. It wasn’t until he massaged my tits and brought them to engorged peaks that my eyes fluttered back up to meet his.
“We can stop if you want,” he said.
“Oh no, we’re not,” I said.
I rose myself up and his hips immediately fell to my hips. He gripped me tightly as I grabbed his cock, then guided his tip into my entrance. The growl that left his lips made my skin shiver, and slowly he sank me down onto his cock. Without work from me and without any movement necessary, his hands guided me down his engorged shaft. I quaked with delight and squirmed around as his cock split me in two. It filled me in ways I never had been. Ways I could never begin to explain. It raked against every sensitive part of me and had me whimpering and moaning before our hips even connected. But once they did, I was lost in him.
His hands guided my movements as our foreheads connected. I’d lost all sense of time as the storm raged outside. Thunder crashed and lightning lit up the skyline of Vegas, backdropping our passionate encounter as I rode him in that bathtub. Water washed everywhere. My legs shook with their efforts. His cock pulsed against my walls as his hips rose to meet mine, thrusting into me as we breathed one another’s air.
“Everett. You feel so good.”
“Fuck, Andrea. You’re so tight it’s… it’s…”
His hips began to stutter and I picked up my pace. I wanted him to come. I wanted him to fill me to capacity. His thumb made its way between my pussy folds again and toggled that sensitive nub of mine. I clung to him, my body desperately rutting against his as my pussy pulled him deeper. It vibrated around him. My walls fluttered until they had nothing left to give. I kissed and licked and sucked and bit into his skin, leaving my mark behind as he growled into my ear.
“Come with me.Let me feel you.”
“Just a little more. A little harder. Just… yes. Yes. Everett, yes! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
I buried my face into the crook of his neck and moaned out his name. My pussy exploded and his cock stilled, pumping threads of cum deep into my body. My eyes rolled into the back of my head. Silver stars burst in my darkened vision. I felt my body growing weak and blooming strong all at the same time. I ground against his thumb. I rubbed my pussy lips against his pelvis. I took in his incredible sounds as my body sank itself into his chiseled strength.
“Oh my gosh,” I whispered.
And all I heard was Everett panting for breath in my ear.
I sat there in his lap, his cock still sheathed within my body. He was still rock hard. A feat I wasn’t sure was possible after what we had just experienced. I felt as if I was floating. Euphoria dimmed my conscious mind. I felt something strong fist my ass before my body began to rise, and soon my back fell to a soft surface. I opened my eyes just in time for a flash of lightning to illuminate Everett’s features. His wild blonde hair. His dazzling blue eyes. His strong jawline and his prominent nose. I rose my hand to cup his cheek as he finally pulled his cock from between my legs, making me shiver with every inch he relieved me of.
Then, he grabbed my ankles and turned me over before he lifted my hips to him.
I knew this man would take me in every way possible. And I also knew I would let him.
ELEVEN
Andrea
A bright light startled me awake and I felt something warm next to me. There was something around my waist. Something I couldn't shake. I looked down and saw an arm. A veiny, tanned, massive arm that had me in a practical vice grip. My eyes widened. I froze in my spot.
Was that Everett?
A knock came at the door and I heard Everett groan. Yep. I was in Everett’s bed. I whipped my head around and watched him stir, taking in the disheveled hair around his eyes. His blonde hair glistened in the morning light of Vegas and I took a second to take it all in. I watched his blue eyes flutter open before another knock came at the door. Shit. If any of the brothers saw us, he was done. If Jessica saw me, I was done. Everett’s eyes fell to mine before he furrowed his brow, then he quickly removed his arm.
“Sorry,” he said groggily.
“Breakfast!”
One last knock came at the door and I sighed when it was neither Jessica nor the brothers. Everett gave me one last look before he slipped from bed, then he reached for his boxers on the floor. He looked just as shocked to see me as I was to see him. He kept looking back at me, as if he couldn't process the fact that I was in his bed. I pulled the comforter up over my naked body and tried not to stare too much at his. Oh my God. I slept with Everett Wilder. And judging by the red marks down his back, it hadn’t only happened once. The night slowly came back to me in bits and pieces. The rainstorm. The bathtub.
Oh shit. His hands on my ankles.