Hush (Just This Once 1)

She yanks her hand free and types out a message. “You’re wrong, Evan. I’m stronger than you think.”

Chapter 13

Chloe

“Chloe! Oh my, God. My name is, it’s, please. It’s Chloe.”

Evan stops. He just stops mid-lick to look up at me. “Chloe? Did you say your name is Chloe?”

I nod while I try to focus on his face. He’s been eating my pussy for the past thirty minutes.

My god, he’s talented, or at least his mouth is.

“It suits you perfectly.” His tongue swipes his bottom lip. “It’s as beautiful as you are.”

I appreciate the compliments almost as much as I appreciate the two orgasms I already had. I was tearing toward a third when he decided to ask me what my name was for the fifth time.

I gave in because I wanted to come again. Now, I’m aching for it and he’s resting his lips against my thigh. His mouth is too far from where I really want it to be.

I wiggle my ass on the bed to try and draw his attention back to my core.

He moves, not toward it but he pulls back and kneels on the bed. He’s shirtless, but still wearing the jeans he had on when we arrived at the hotel room.

I waited while he booked us a room. It’s early, so the only people walking through the lobby were visiting business people with their eyes trained on their phones.

It’s not as if I would have cared if anyone would have noticed me waiting for Evan. I’m single and if I want to start my day with a literal bang, I can.

I might have to do this more often.

This is the first time I’ve ever had morning sex and I don’t intend on it being the last time.

“I brought some condoms.” Evan makes that announcement as he slides to his feet. “I realize that you need to get to work before the day is over, so we’ll use one today and save the rest for next time.”

He strips his jeans and boxer briefs off quickly revealing his thick, hard cock. The man is rock solid in every way possible. His body is sculpted and strong.

The empty condom package hits the carpeted floor as he sheaths himself.

“How many times did it take, Chloe?” His voice is low and measured.

I close my eyes to try and hide the unrestrained need that I know he can see in them. “How many times did it take for what?”

I feel the bed shift under his weight. He crawls over my legs before he settles above me. “Open your eyes.”

I peek out of the corner of my left eye. My God. The man is like a mythical beast whose purpose is only to draw pleasure from women.

His hair is a mess from where I tangled my fingers in it. His top lip is wet and I instantly wonder if it’s from his own perspiration or from me. He didn’t hold back when he licked and sucked me. He used his lips, his tongue, his teeth and three of his skilled fingers.

“Open your eyes,” he repeats in a rough growl. “I want you to look at me when I fuck you.”

Holy hell. This is so much better than gossiping with Gabi before my first appointment of the day.

“Maybe I like to do it with my eyes closed.” I drape my hand over my eyes.

I feel his breath skirt over my cheek before he kisses me softly on the lips. “You don’t. I caught you looking at me last time. Go ahead and pretend you’re shy. We both know you like looking at me when my cock is deep inside you.”

I almost moan aloud.

As he inches his cock closer to my core, I slowly open my eyes. He’s staring at me.