He doesn’t say anything, instead he drives faster as I hold onto his muscular forearm, trying to keep myself grounded. I want to pull his hand further up but push it back down all at the same time.
It’s been two months since we had sex—the one and only time. We were trying to take things slow because of how backward we had done things. In the last two months, I feel like I’ve gotten to know him more than anyone else ever has. He keeps half of himself hidden, not letting anyone see who he really is. They all presume he’s the joker, that he’s had the best life. But that’s the furthest from the truth.
He hasn’t had it easy; no
t that he lets that show.
He drives up the road to the gates as they swing open, and then he comes to a stop outside of his cabin, jumping out of the car and running around to my side.
His chest is heaving when he pulls me out, his lips slamming down onto mine with bruising force. His hands grip onto my hips, pulling me closer and shutting the door at the same time.
I shiver as his tongue swipes along the seam of my lips and I open up, groaning when his runs along mine. Gripping his biceps, I push my chest out, eliciting a moan from him as his hands wander down and grab my ass, squeezing before lifting me up. My legs wrap around his hips and then he’s moving.
The compound is basked in darkness, the only thing lighting our way is the full, bright moon. He continues to spear his tongue into my mouth while his hands skirt all over my body. I feel the way he moves as he takes the steps to his cabin and then he’s opening the door and we’re inside.
I open my eyes, taking stock of the room: his bed is pulled out, the covers a mess on the end. He heads straight for it, laying me down and standing at the edge, his eyes half-mast and full of hunger as he stares down at me.
“I’ve been waiting for eight weeks to get you in here like this.” His voice is deeper than usual, and when I look down at his jeans, I see his obvious arousal. My gaze flits back up to his eyes; I don’t dare move them from his as he leans down, his hands coming on either side of my head, his breaths almost pants now.
I gasp when his hand touches my arm, goose bumps rising to the surface as the rough pads of his fingers stroke their way up to my shoulder, pulling down the strap of my top and bra.
“Evan.” I don’t know what else to say, what to do; all I know is that I never want this feeling to stop.
He drops a kiss to my shoulder. “I know, baby,” he whispers, his voice so deep that it sends a shiver up my spine.
His head dips as he pulls the cup of my bra down, his mouth moving down and closing over my nipple. My hand automatically goes to the back of his head as I push my chest up, needing more.
He takes that as his cue to pull the other cup down, assaulting that nipple with his fingers and having me moaning so loud that I almost can’t believe it’s me.
The sensations are too much but not enough at the same time. My eyes flutter closed and my hand drops from the back of his head and then he’s gone.
I go to sit up, but his hands on my stomach stop me, and when I open my eyes, I see him kneeling down between my legs, a grin on his face as he undoes the button and zip on my jean shorts.
“So fucking beautiful,” he grits out, pulling my shorts and panties down at the same time, exposing me fully to him.
Heat spreads up my cheeks and down my neck at the sight of him staring at me like I’m his next meal. I desperately want to cover myself, but I refrain and watch as he dips his head, his hands grabbing the inside of my thighs and pulling them apart before he licks the sensitive nerve endings.
My back bows off the bed as his tongue flattens before he sucks as he hooks my legs around his neck and dives in, groaning. I grip the sheets with my fisted hands, the vibrations of his groan have me rifling with need. He looks up at me, his eyes twinkling as he continues to drink me up like a man dying of thirst.
I can’t take my eyes off his as he pulls my clit into his mouth, sucking hard. My back bows off the bed, my hands snaking their way to his head as my hips rock forward.
“Oh, shit,” I moan.
I crack my eyes open and watch him intently as he stands up and pulls his t-shirt off, exposing his ripped muscles before he rids himself of his jeans and stands me up, pulling my top and bra off.
I lift up onto my tiptoes, my lips connecting with his, not caring one bit that I can taste myself on his tongue.
His erection hits my stomach and my hands wander down, softly feeling my way down his six-pack and down before wrapping my hand around the hard velvet. I grin against his lips as I pull my hand back and forth.
“Fuck,” he spits, his head dipping back before he pulls away and steps back, sitting on the edge of the bed and severing my connection to him.
I frown as he lies down, his hands motioning for me before he says, “Come and sit on me.” I lean forward, about to do as he says but he grabs me, pulling me up. “On my face.”
I gasp, half of me not wanting to expose myself to him, but it’s the half that is turned on beyond belief that has me doing as he says.
My legs come on either side of his head as I slowly lower down, feeling his mouth sucking and licking. My hands wander over my chest as I look down at him, his eyes meeting mine, the look in his eyes almost feral. He grabs my hips tighter, his fingers digging into the soft flesh and expanding around to my ass as he sucks harder.
“Holy shit!” I gasp when his hand slaps my ass cheek, sensations running down my spine, a slow burn crashing down on me. “I’m close,” I moan, rocking my hips on his face. One of his hands worms its way up, cupping my breast and toying with my nipple. The orgasm that was coming slowly crashes down on me like a giant wave in the sea.