One finger nudged at her anus. She shivered and tensed it, even as a slow smile spread across her face.
‘None today, lover.’
‘None yet. Spread wide your cheeks, my wench.’
Evie obeyed, her fingers pressing into the soft, firm flesh as they pulled apart her buttocks. She felt the drift of air along the crack, then John dipped his cock into the plentiful gush of her pussy juices and rubbed it, thoroughly and with stately pace, until it was completely slick and coated with them.
‘Keep yourself open for me.’
She gripped tighter as John’s blunt cockhead travelled across her perineum and into the lower reaches of her arse. When he settled himself against her anus, she did her very best not to let the muscles contract, despite her natural inclination.
She felt her breasts squashing into the mouldering brick and breathed in the damp, peaty air of the well, but nothing could overpower that singular sensation of John’s cock pushing against her most intimate orifice.
That first nudge forward always earned a whimper from her as she worked hard to keep herself spread and accessible. She trembled through the first few inches, the familiar burn, the panic-inducing sense of over-fullness, the fear that she might split or tear, and then that moment was over and John was snaking up inside her, filling her bottom in the rudest, crudest possible way.
‘This makes you mine,’ he rasped in her ear. ‘This is how I have you. I know you let the other boys do it to you, but in my mind, this makes you mine.’
‘You’re the only one who makes me feel it this way,’ she said. ‘You’re the only one who puts his stamp on me.’
‘I’m all the way inside you now. I’m going to fuck this sweet, tight arse for all I’m worth. Hold it wide and say a prayer.’
Evie didn’t feel the chafing of the brick against her skin, nor the strain of her thigh muscles, nor the pitiless jolting of her stomach against the edge of the well. All she felt was her arse being well and truly buggered, hard and fast, by the man who owned her soul. She knew he took a kind of revenge this way, a kind of assuaging of his masculine pride for the uses he put her to, but she knew it was only because he loved her that he did it, only because he found it all so unbearable.
But soon it would all be over. Soon they could be together.
She sobbed out an orgasm of immense proportions, then clenched him tight within her, milking him of his seed.
He rolled her over and over in the dusty grass, kissing her until her lips were sore and almost numb.
‘I have to go, my love,’ he whispered, and she saw his strength fading, his image losing its distinctness. ‘Keep him close. Keep him in your sights. Love me.’
‘Always.’
Adam was surprised to see Evie the following evening. In his miserable confusion over Julia’s behaviour on the outing, he had quite forgotten that it was Evie’s Bible study night.
‘Oh … Evie,’ he said, standing at the door, watching her stomp in, curls flying. ‘Yes, you’re quite right.’
‘Forgotten me already?’ she said, hand on hip at the study door. ‘It’s all Julia, Julia, Julia now, I s’pose? My charms don’t stand up to hers.’
‘What’s she said to you?’ Adam felt the blood drain from his face. All day he had been wrestling with the horrible dread that Julia might spread the tale of their little seaside interlude all over Saxonhurst and beyond.
‘Nothing. She don’t need to. You and her was thick as thieves yesterday. Where’d she take you, after you did your spectacular puke at the pole-dance contest?’
‘Nowhere, nowhere. Just – some public lavatories. To clean myself up. Then for a cup of tea. Nothing special.’
Thou shalt not bear false witness.
‘She’s got an eye for you.’
Ada
m opened the study door and ushered Evie in.
‘Oh, nonsense, Evie.’
‘She has. What she said …’ Evie trailed off.
‘What did she mean by that? About knowing your game, and how I didn’t deserve it? It didn’t make much sense to me.’