Irrevocable (Evan Arden 5)

She’s a hooker. They’re all hookers. That’s the way I like them.

Tilting my head down and keeping my eyes closed, I try not to breathe for a moment.

“Evan?”

“What?” I ask through clenched teeth.

“Are you all right?”

“No.”

The odor burns into my head, filling me with thoughts of her on her back with some random dude rutting into her. I don’t know if it’s really the scent of the last john on her skin or not, but I don’t like it at all. I push away and grab both her hands to lead her into the bathroom. I turn on the water and remove her clothes quickly. Alina stands still and silent as I tear the shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt. I drop my jeans and boxers to the floor as the water from the shower fills the room with steam.

She’s staring at me but doesn’t say a word. There’s something about the look in her eye that makes me believe she knows exactly what I’m doing and why. Hell, it probably isn’t the first time a guy’s washed the smell of another man off of her.

The thought is unsettling.

Directing her into the shower, I fill my hands with my own body wash and lather her skin from shoulders to thighs. The familiar scent of my own soap removes the traces of whatever man or men were left on her skin, and I start to relax.

Alina leans back against the marble shower wall and closes her eyes as I stroke her sides. I wash her around her breasts then up to her neck and back down again. Kneeling a little, I run my hands over her legs, stand again, and reach between them. She moans and grabs onto my shoulders as I finger her.

When I think she’s near the edge, I take my fingers away and turn her around. She grunts softly as the contact breaks and grips my arms when I circle her waist with them. The lather flows into the drain as she tilts her head back into the spray.

Alina takes the bottle of shower gel and looks up at me with questioning eyes. I nod once, and she fills her hands with the soap. First she runs her hands over my chest, then down my arms and across my stomach. She reaches around to run her hands over my ass before kneeling in front of me and washing my legs.

Again, she looks up at me with the same questioning expression, and again I nod once.

She takes me in her mouth, and my knees buckle. She stares up at me even though the water has to be stinging her eyes. My cock is engulfed in her mouth as she applies suction and draws me into her throat.

“Oh, fuck…” I have to place my hand on the wall of the shower to keep from falling over. Maybe the lack of sleep is catching up to me, but it’s more likely the glorious feeling of her warm mouth over my length.

I wrap my fingers through her drenched hair to try to keep my balance. It isn’t working, and I’m about to lose control. Slowly stepping back, I watch her eyes as my cock slips from her mouth.

Her hair seems even longer now that it’s wet. It’s almost touching the floor of the shower. Her makeup is smeared into dark circles around her bright blue eyes, and her skin is pink from the heat of the water.

She’s beautiful.

I reach down and help her back to her feet before turning the water off and grabbing a couple of towels. She dries herself a little before wrapping the towel around her body and under her arms. She touches the side of my face for a moment, rubbing her thumb over the stubble on my cheek.

“You need to lie down,” she says quietly.

I agree and take her hand. I’m still a little out of breath as we enter the bedroom and climb onto the bed. We lie on our sides and face each other, and Alina shivers a bit as she pulls the sheet up over us.

I slowly stroke her skin, caressing her from her shoulders to her hips as I kiss her mouth, then her chin, then her neck. I find her breast with one hand and hold it to me as I suck her nipple into my mouth. She arches her back as her fingers dig into my scalp.

As tired as I am, I want inside of her. I want my mark on her. I want her to go to sleep in my bed, feeling the after-effects of my cock, not someone else’s, inside of her.

Alina moves to her back beneath me as I reach over to the nightstand, grab a condom from the drawer, and roll it over my dick. She runs her hands over my chest and shoulders as I position myself between her thighs and push forward. I hold myself there briefly as she reaches around and grasps my ass with both hands.

Like the previous encounter, I move in her slowly. Each thrust is deep, and I pull nearly all the way out before penetrating her again. My skin tingles where she touches me. I lean forward and place my hand at the back of her neck to pull her mouth to mine.

Kissing her with the same rhythm as my strokes, I both feel and hear her groan into my mouth. I kiss her lips before moving my mouth back to her tits. Alina tightens her thighs around my ass and moans louder. I smile at the sound and want to hear more.

Reaching between us, I run two fingers around her clit. Up and down, around in a circle, then up and down again, I t

ime my strokes perfectly with the motion. I run my nose up between her breasts and taste the sweat on her neck.

With my lips, I can feel her rapid heartbeat through the skin of her neck. It matches my own. Her breath is coming in gasps, and I can feel the heat of it on my cheek. I continue the slow pace, stroking in and out of her as she begins to writhe beneath me.