“Our time on video wasn’t enough for you?”
She shakes her head.
“If I recall correctly, you came hard every single time.”
“It’s not the same.”
“So you’re being greedy?”
“You said tonight might be a no-go for us… which I totally understand––”
“You’re here to get your fix?”
“You know what they say?”
“No, but I hope you’ll enlighten me.”
She comes and stands between my parted legs.
I circle her slender waist and move her closer.
She licks her lip as she stares at my mouth.
With my eyes still locked onto hers, I run my thumb along the hem of her dress.
That naughty smile again.
“Are you going to tell me?” I coax.
“If you start your week off with a bang, it carries you through.”
“I like that motto.”
“I thought you would.”
She reaches out and trails her fingers up the length of my tie.
“You look so delicious in a suit,” she says. “There’s something badass and commanding about it.”
Who the hell is this woman?
Even in her heels, I can easily reach out and tangle my fingers in her hair. I tug hard enough to get her attention. “I don’t know what you had for breakfast this morning, but you’re unleashed.”
“It’s your fault. Last night’s chat was so, so, hot. You’ve corrupted me, Mr. Christensen.”
I can’t help but grin.
“I thought that happened on our first night together.”
“Last night was different,” she counters.
She’s right.
Since I knew arriving back in LA after a week away would mean chaos and mayhem, I made sure to take real good care of her on our video chat. Not even the time difference could tamper with my plans. I bought Everly her very first dildo and Magic Wand vibrator. I had them delivered to her home and texted her with instructions. Even with thousands of miles between us, I was still able to make her come hard. Fuck, it was intense watching her. Let’s just say we both discovered what her body could do. Her climax was so powerful, she was gushing over the place. Wow.
“You liked my gifts?”
“I loved them. So much so I decided to return the favor, hence your special delivery.” Her tone is a little too flippant.
“What did you get me?”
She reaches out, picks up the yellow box and drops it in front of me. “I’ve been testing this new flavor and I wanted your take on it.”
Now I’m confused. She’s sending mixed signals.
“Donuts?” I ask.
“Open the box. You’ll see.”
The mischievous glee in her eyes doesn’t go unnoticed. Still, I lift the lid. I’m unprepared for this.
“Fuck!” My eyes bounce back to her before returning to the box that contains a sexy black lingerie combo. “You’re naked underneath the dress?”
She nods.
“Oh, Everly. You’re turning into such a bad girl.” I reach out to grab her, but she takes a step back. I laugh. “You need to be punished. How dare you come here and tempt me?”
“I know. I’m terrible.” Her wide smile is more than a little mischievous.
“You are.”
“I should make it up to you,” she says.
I open my mouth to respond, but she kneels before me.
Damn. She had to go there.
“I think it’s only fair,” I say. “What did you have in mind?”
“You’re such a formidable coach. You’ve been so patient in teaching me how to suck your cock. I want to show you my progress.”
Yeah, she was a little shy at first—awkward even—but she picked it up quickly.
“You want to suck my cock, precious?”
“That’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
The lust veiling her eyes is dangerous.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
Everly’s fingers reach for my belt, slips around the buckle and loosens it. She unzips my pants and pushes them—with my boxer briefs—down enough to free my cock. I’m as hard as a rod iron. She licks her lips at the sight. Her hand grips my length and she pulls me out completely. She walks on her knees until she’s hovering over my mighty erection. Leaning forward, she drops soft kisses along the trail of dark hair running along my stomach. She’s unrushed. Each time her body presses against my cock, it’s like the most pleasurable torture. I let out a low guttural sound when she flicks her tongue against my tip.
“Jesus,” I mutter.
She locks eyes with me. “Some things need to be delivered in person. Don’t you think?”
“Fuck, yeah,” I grunt.
She resumes her mission.
Her tongue swirls around my swollen dark purple head, her eyes never leaving mine. I suspect the glaze of lust veiling her gaze matches mine. Soon she picks up speed, licking every inch of me. Her hand strokes me tightly, gliding up and down my slick cock as her mouth follows its path. After a few head bobs, she changes tempo, giving my tip the attention it deserves. Oh, yeah. The way she sucks my tip, you’d think she’s making love to it. Don’t get me started on the sexy as fuck way she’s looking at me.
I can barely breathe.
My eyes stay glued to her mouth, working me into a frenzy.
She’s come a long way.
“That’s so hot. You’re such a good little cock pleaser.”
She groans, the vibration traveling all the way to my balls.
“Worship my fat cock.”
She goes at it with fervor.
Tightening her grip around my base, she strokes me with her mouth, sucking, squeezing and licking.
I place my hand over her head, forcing her to take me deeper.
“Oh yeah, work my massive cock hard. Beg for my cum to decorate your face.”
She whimpers.
“Swallow my cock until I feel the back of your throat.”
She nods vehemently, never allowing my cock to pop out of her mouth.
She follows my command to a T.
She grips the base of my cock, guiding it deeper into her mouth.
“Christ,” I growl.
The gagging sound is such a fucking turn on.
Jesus.
My hand guides her head at a pace that’s threatening to make me lose my fucking mind.
“Just like that.”
She frantically bobs her head up and down my cock, taking in every inch of me.
My fingers brush down her temple, along her cheek and across her jaw. “You’re just a horny little whore.” My muscles tense with each suck. “Make it real dirty.”
And she does.
Her brown eyes are still locked onto mine as she squeezes my tip, licking off my pre-cum.
“You have such a filthy mouth, precious.”
She smiles around my cock.
Vixen.
Up and down, up and down.
Goddammit.
My head lolls back onto the headrest of my chair when she pokes her tongue inside my tip.
“Suck the cum right out of my cock,” I groan.
She sucks harder and squeezes my balls.
I let out a series of throaty grunts, which only result in her going at it with more gusto.
“Ah, Christ.”
My legs tense as the build-up tightens my balls.
Fuck.
I pull her hair. “Stop.”
My command only fuels her.
“Stop!” I repeat.
She unlatches her lips from around my cock. “Why? I’m not doing it right?”
“On the contrary.” She sits back on her heels and offers a victorious smile. “Your delicious mouth will make me come too fast.”
I gently brush a few strands of hair from her face.
“We don’t have much time and I need to take care of you,” I tell her.
“Okay.”
“Get up,” I say, reaching out to help her to her feet. “Kick off those shoes.”
She does as she’s told.
“Come here. I want you to ride me— Shit, I don’t have a condom.”
“I do!”
I’m impressed.
“You came prepared.”
“I did,” she grins and walks to her handbag. In no time she’s back standing in front of me.
“I didn’t want to leave anything to chance.”
It’s my turn to grin.
She rips open the packet and without hesitation sheaths my cock.
“Wow, precious. You’re just going for it.”
She lifts the hem of her dress, flashing her perfectly trimmed pussy. “You bring it out in me.”
Damn.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I wink.
“You should.”
My cock jerks, reminding me my balls are still full.
“Sit on my cock,” I order.
A low grunt escapes her lips as she slides against my erection.
“You’re dripping,” I say, feeling her juices spread all over me.
She buries her face into my neck. “I love sucking your big cock. It gets me all worked up.”
Fucking perfect answer.
I wish I had all the time to savor her, but I don’t.
“I hate rushing with you—”
“I’m okay with a quickie.”
That settles it.
“It’s going to be hard and fast.”
She snakes her arms around my back. “Give it to me, rocker boy.”
Jesus.
I take her lips into mine and kiss her ravenously. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed you.”
“Ditto.” She punctuates with a wink before clenching her pussy around me.
Slap.
“You wanna be a bad girl? Do it right. Show me you’re worth me fucking your pussy,” I grunt.
I don’t have to repeat myself twice.
She bounces up and down my cock, slamming her ass cheeks against my thighs. Every time our bodies connect, it’s like a shot of drugs. The sound of slapping skin is enough to make me come.
“Earn my cum! Earn it!” I rasp.
She bounces harder. Alternating between gyrating her hips in sinful circles and rocking back and forth. It’s fucking mind-blowing.
I won’t last long and I know it.
When I feel her thighs tremble, I know she’s in the same predicament. I clamp my hand against her ass and take control of this dance. The other one holds her face. “I’m coming, precious. I want us to do this together.”
Blinking heavily, she pants, “O—okay.”
I pull her towards me, forcing her clit to rub against me.
She moans so sweetly, arches her back and meets my next thrust full force.
“Oh, God,” she sobs.
I tilt my hips forward, pumping into her like a piston.
“You feel so deep inside me,” she whispers.
I could never have predicted her next move.
She clenches against me so hard, I have no other choice but to dive right off the cliff.
“Oh, shit, Everly,” I growl as I release my warm cum deep inside her pussy. I don’t have much left, but I make sure to take her with me. I slide my fingers around her clit and press. “Give it to me, precious.”
Her eyes roll to the back of her head.
God, she’s beautiful.
I close my lips over hers, stroking my tongue against her as I swallow her climactic cries.
CHAPTER 30
Everly
“Ainsley, sorry I didn’t have time to call you back,” I say, picking up the phone after the first ring.
“Hi.”
“Hi,” I say. “Sorry. I forgot my manners.”
“Another busy day?” she asks.
“This is the first time I’ve been able to sit down all day,” I say, stretching out my legs on the coffee table.
“My God, you must be exhausted.”
“I can’t even put it into words.”
It was like a revolving door today. Virginia and I did a massive amount of baking just to keep up with the orders. I swear we must’ve made forty dozen donuts. Had I not set one of the new flavors aside, I would have been out of luck. We completely sold out. After closing late for the third time in a row this week, I finally slipped upstairs ready to spend the evening doing absolutely nothing. The fact Holt was at my place last night banging me against every wall in the apartment doesn’t help.
“A month and a half after the StreamTunes Awards and it’s still going strong,” Ainsley says.
“Yeah. A new roster of clients has discovered my donuts and they keep coming back. They also keep us very busy with special orders.”
“In other words, you can’t complain.”
“Amen!”
“You deserve it.”
“This is definitely a blessing.”
“Do you have time to talk or are you getting ready to spend Saturday night with your man?”
I roll my eyes into the phone.
“I’m a free agent tonight. Holt has plans with some friends and his cousins to celebrate the return of his younger brother to LA.”
“So it’s a dry night for you tonight,” Ainsley explodes in laughter.
“Since my pussy has seen more action in the last six weeks than it did in the four years I dated Dalton, a little break will do me good.”
“Ohhh! High-five, girlfriend! I didn’t think you had it in you. Great repartee!”
“I’ve learned from the best,” I grin, even though she can’t see it. “And, FYI, it’s just Holt. You need to stop it with your man nonsense.”
“Bullshit. It’s been combustive between you two.” She knows the highlights. I’ve guarded the more daring bits close to my heart. “Do you know how many women would be jealous of you? For God sakes, you’re riding a hot former rock star. And the best part is your man isn’t one of those self-conceited-selfish-rocker-pricks who thinks you should be grateful just because he allows you to spread your legs for him. Your man is a sex god and he worships your body.”
Yeah, Holt is pretty perfect.
Between you and I, he owns my body and I’m more than happy to let him use it wherever and whenever. I’m just not ready to fess up to my cousin yet.
The last three weeks have been a dream. I’ve seen Holt almost every night. It’s always a little bit of a stretch during the week because we work around Naomi’s needs, but somehow we make it work.
“Maybe, but it’s still casual,” I remind myself.
I have to.
Things are going great between us, but he hasn’t made any promises. He has a booming business and a daughter who depends on him. I’m sure he doesn’t have time to think of anything long-term.
“Not that casual since you spend weekends at his place.”
“I drop by on weekends after my work day for dinner and to hang out with him and his daughter.”
“Not true,” she retorts. “You started taking every other Sunday off to play house with him.”
“I’d hardly call it––”
“I doubt he has a lot of women dropping by to play dress-up, have tea parties or pretend Oscar parties with his daughter.”
Naomi and I get along famously. It’s easy to impress a kid at first, but you can’t fool them forever. I really enjoy playing with her and listening to her endless stories. She’s quite the entertainer. Although she’s like an armful of sunshine, she’s only four. And just like any other kid her age, she has her ups and downs. Surprisingly, I’ve rolled with them unfazed. I think Holt was also amazed.
“Every girl should spend a few hours on Sundays with a white synthetic boa wrapped around her neck, a plastic tiara studded with faux gemstones on her head, clad in glam dresses from the thrift shop, dripping in Dollar Store jewelry,” I laugh.
Ainsley joins me.
“Say what you will, but you looked li
ke you were having the time of your life in those selfies.” It’s been a blast with him and his daughter. “Too bad you can’t share them on social media. What a perfect way to tell Dalton, Fuck you. I’ve upgraded my ride.”
I choke on a laugh.
“I’m pretty sure Adrienne would be green with envy seeing you hanging from the arm of a delicious piece of man candy. As if Dalton was a prize. Bony ghost-white asshole,” she snorts. She only reserves this level of disgust for my ex-boyfriend and my former BFF.
“You kill me, Ainsley. Mom said the same thing. Well, she might have used a few more swear words.”
“I’ve always loved your mom’s Jersey side.”
“Me too. It’s unfortunate I can’t give Dalton the middle finger from Cali. Holt is fiercely protective of his privacy. He doesn’t want photos of his daughter online. I respect that.”
“Same here,” Ainsley agrees. “He’s a good father.”
“He’s a great father,” I correct. “I have nothing to complain about––because Daddy is the best––but, I’m always taken aback by the love that floods Holt’s expression when Naomi is near. I’ve witnessed some incredibly intimate moments between them.” I pause. “I always feel like an outsider.”
“You shouldn’t,” she retorts. “He’s opened his home and his world to you.” I know sometimes she comes across like a socialite who doesn’t give a damn, but there’s a deeper side to my cousin. “Bonus, you don’t have to deal with a bitchy ex-wife-or-girlfriend like Elena McGuckin.” She’s one of her socialite friends. “After a year she called it quits because John’s ex-wife was polluting their relationship.”
“I guess that plays in my favor since Naomi’s mom doesn’t want to be in the picture.”
“One less thing to worry about,” Ainsley says. “I still think you’re wearing the wrong color lenses. It’s obvious the three of you—I guess four with Luna––mesh. And you’re not even a dog person.”
So what if I’ve taken a liking to Holt’s dog, even though I’ve never considered adopting a pet before? I have to keep my head in check because my heart is doing a terrible job of it. It’s too easy to start dreaming up crazy scenarios… especially since Holt makes it hard not to go there. You already know about the sex god part, but there’s so much more to him. What I share with Holt is comfortable, easy and fun. Maybe my view is skewed because my experience with men is laughable. That said, even in the early days, it was never this amazing with Dalton. Regardless, I have to be careful. There’s no point in wanting more just to have the rug pulled right from under my feet when reality comes slapping me in the face.
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