Scored (V-Card Diaries 1)
“Sounds gross. And messy,” I say, sighing as he kisses his way down my throat.
“Got it.” He smiles against the curve of my breast as he asks in an innocent voice, “An umbrella through butter, maybe?”
“Sick bastard,” I say, but I’m grinning as I give his hair a tug. “You’re a sick bastard.”
“So sorry,” he murmurs as he pops the front clasp on my bra and guides the cups away from my breasts and tight, tingling nipples. “Let me see if I can make it up to you.”
And then he lowers his lips to my breast and proceeds to do just that.
Chapter 28
Ian
I flick my tongue over her nipple, and she arches into my mouth with a sexy moan, making me want to spend hours feasting on her sweet, responsive skin.
I want to memorize every sound she makes and store them away for when I’m on the other side of the country, wishing she were still in my bed.
Wishing she were mine.
“God, Ian,” she pants, writhing beneath me, bucking into my hard-on through her thin satin panties, making some deviant part of me want to wrench the drenched crotch to one side and sink into her without a condom.
I’ve never had unprotected sex—never wanted to—but I want to with Evie. I want to feel her body tight on mine with nothing between us, want to come buried to the hilt in her sweetness and mark her with every gush of come. Some savage, territorial part of me has been activated, a primal beast I didn’t realize existed until Evie was nearly naked beneath me.
It’s crazy enough—sobering enough—to make me reach for the condom I pre-positioned on the bedside table and rip it open, sliding it on before things go any further. Just in case.
“Yes,” she breathes, reaching for the top of her panties and shoving them down. “I’m ready.”
“No, you’re not.” I strip the satin fabric down her legs and toss it to the floor before lengthening myself on top of her again. “Not until you come for me, I want your pussy dripping for me.”
“It already—oh, Ian.” She breaks off with another turned-on gasp as I suck her nipple into my mouth, nibbling at her swollen tip with my teeth, making her whimper and dig her nails into my ass.
And then she pulls me back to her lips, kissing me like she can’t get enough of my mouth, my taste, her tongue branding mine with her sweet, innocent heat. She sets me on fire, this woman, her hunger making my own burn even brighter.
Dragging my lips from hers, I kiss my way down her throat, loving the way she shudders beneath me. I press her breasts together and lick the seam between them and then her nipples, imagining how good it would feel to stroke my dick through the velvet softness between her breasts, but I’m too turned on to risk it.
I need to make her come with my mouth, then I need her to come on my cock, need it so bad I’m quickly losing what’s left of my sanity.
“Please,” she says, her hands trembling as she squeezes my shoulders. “I need you inside me.”
I groan against her belly in response. “Fuck, Evie, you’re killing me.”
“No, you’re killing me,” she says, panting beneath me. “I’m ready, I promise. I’m past ready. I’m so wet, Ian, so crazy wet.”
“Spread your legs for me,” I demand. “Wide. Show me. Every inch.”
I sit back on my heels, gripping my cock at the base and squeezing, using the hint of pain to retain control as Evie obeys me, hooking her hands behind her knees and opening herself to me without an ounce of hesitation or shame.
“Fuck, baby.” I drag my finger up the center of her slick, swollen pussy, tracing every delicate, hungry inch before I circle her clit with my thumb. “You’re so damned beautiful. So sexy.”
She jerks beneath me, proving her clit is every bit as sensitive as her nipples, and that the men who had trouble “getting her train to the station” were fucking clueless idiots.
My girl was built for pleasure and made for my mouth.
Scooting lower on the mattress, I kiss her pussy like I kissed her lips.
Like I mean it. Like I love her. Because I do, no matter how shitty the timing or how many times I promised myself I wouldn’t get attached, I love this woman.
She leaves me no choice, and I’m already in too deep to turn back now.
Not that I would, even if I could.
Not for anything in the world.
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Evie
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“Ian. God, Ian. Please.” I press shamelessly against his face, his tongue, so desperate to come I can barely think straight.
But he keeps the pressure light and teasing, building my hunger to such a fever pitch that when he finally suckles my clit into his mouth, my eyes roll back in my head and I’m pretty sure I literally see stars. Supernovas explode behind my closed eyes as he spreads me even wider, murmuring, “So sweet, baby. Fuck, you’re so sweet. You taste so good.”