by Kali Brixton
Wait a second. “Are you…?”
Fire blazes in those green orbs. “I will cut your balls off and feed them to you ass-end first if you tickle me.”
Laughter bubbles up from deep within my gut. There’s my girl. Not your girl, remember? Mine for tonight, anyway. “Duly noted. Anything else I need to know?”
Her death grip on my hands stays as she mulls over my words, finally easing her grip the slightest bit. “Firm pressure. It…it doesn’t tickle if you do it that way.”
I nod as she releases my hands, giving me another shot at it. Or maybe to see if she’ll follow through with her threat, which scares and amuses me at the same time.
Working my way down, equally soft flesh and fabrics caress my thumbs as they slip beneath the straps of her tiny thong. A gasp escapes her as they hook around the strips of fabrics, dragging them down her amazing legs and freeing the space I want to get to know better. I lean forward as I peel the thin straps down further, breathing the freshness of her arousal and taking in the sight of her smooth, pink lips for the first time.
Ho. Ly. Shit.
Before I can enjoy the view, her legs come up and fuse, rubbing together seductively.
One down, one to go. She arches her back when I move to remove her bra, but as the straps fall away and she lays naked before me, her hands cover her nipples while she continues to clench her thighs together, obscuring my view of both.
Moving her hands to the side as I crawl beside her, I bring my lips to her nipple and close them around the tiny bud. She arches into my touch and holds my head there, letting my tongue entangled with it. I swirl and flick, making the rest of her areola tighten and contract. I bring a kiss to it before turning my attention to the other one, having to move her hand from it as well.
I take in how tense her body is and not in a good way. She’s nervous. “Ev?”
“Yeah,” she slightly pants.
“Everything okay?”
“Mhm.” A curt, tight answer.
Testing the waters, I trail my touch down to her apex, but she keeps her legs closed. Even when I try to move them away, she still conceals herself from me, causing the wheels to turn in my head. “If you want to stop, we can…”
“No, I’m just…” she hesitates, exhaling deep. “Scared.”
I stroke her thighs, letting her keep her modesty while trying to figure out what’s going on. “What scares you?”
The vulnerability in her voice causes it to shake. “I’ve never had anyone look at me before…like this.”
We take a few moments to work with her reservations, but every time I go to touch her, she stiffens up as she watches me put my hands on her body.
“I’m sorry to be so frustrating. I really want to do this…” she says with glassy eyes. Her embarrassment is becoming more and more apparent by the moment, even as I continue to caress her.
Her issue isn’t my touch, but her watching me touch her body. I think back to Ev’s comment earlier about how being heavier growing up, and it finally dawns on me. She’s scared I’ll be repulsed by her—which couldn’t be further from the truth. Her body is the stuff wet dreams are made of, but it’s not what I think about her. It’s what she thinks I think about her that’s scrambling her brain.
If only there was a way for her to focus on my touch instead of watching it…
I glance around the room, my eyes landing on my suit from dinner with my parents a few days ago. And suddenly, an idea strikes me.
Bringing her chin around until she faces me fully, I pose the question that will determine the rest of the night. “Do you trust me?”
Her brows furrow deeply. “Define trust.”
“You’re in your head too much, Ev. I want you to just focus on feeling.” Hopping out of the bed, I fetch my tie from the shirt it still clung to and bring it to the bed. Everleigh eyes it warily. “I’m not gonna tie you up or anything.” I move behind her, bringing the tie in front of her. “I want to use it as a blindfold so you can experience what it’s like to have someone worship this perfect body.”
She takes in her tense naked form. “That’s it?”
I hold up my free hand, three fingers raised as the outer two fold on top of one another. “Scout’s honor.”
Her laugh eases a bit of the tension in the room. “You weren’t a scout.” Her smirk carries no heat.
I shrug. “Figure of speech. I am however someone who wants to show your body all the things it’s capable of feeling…” I explain, holding up the makeshift blindfold. “If you’ll let me.”
She glances down at it for a few moments, before nodding.
Trust. It wasn’t something she doled out to just anyone. Yet, in this moment, she’s choosing to give herself over to me, trusting me to take care of her. My heart swells with pride. “Let’s get this on and try this again.”
My silk tie glides against her pale skin and dark strands, eventually covering those beautiful eyes of hers. Soon, after a few more adjustments, she’s leaning back against a few more pillows, waiting for me to begin. “Remember, the goal is to just feel, not think.”
Moving back down the bed, I settle between her legs that are slightly ajar. One step at a time.
Slowly, I make my way up her body, noticing how she seems a little more at ease. I trail a lazy river of kisses from her red-polished toes, up her shapely calves, and inside her firm thighs where goosebumps rise to meet each press of my lips and every swipe of my tongue. Her nipples are hard pink diamonds sitting atop her perfectly pillowy breasts. The type of breasts you could lick and bite and suck for days on end. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
I nip at her inner thigh playfully, not expecting the surprised squeal that escapes her. Followed closely by a soft groan. Her sounds settle deep into my groin, pushing me closer to the shallow edge I’m already teetering on. When I finally reach her apex, the scent of her arousal rises to meet me. My mouth waters at the thought of her taste, no doubt delicious if her aroma’s any indication.
“Relax for me, okay? I want to take this slow.” It’s a complete lie because I’m dying to sink into her to the hilt, but I want this to be something she’ll remember—for me to be someone she can never forget.
I push away the odd pang in my chest as a reminder that while I may get to be her first, someone else will be her last burrows through. She’s yours for the moment, though. “Give me your permission, Ev.”
She shakes her head, nodding in agreement. But I need more. “Okay.”
Maneuvering her legs, spreading them wider and propping them up with a little help from my extra pillow, I settle back between her legs, ready to feast.
The first swipe I take of her slit lifts her body off the bed, her curse filling the air around us and my chest with pride. My hand spreads out across her stomach, encouraging her to lie still. Another swipe and her body bucks again, this time my palm steadying her. I lazily lick my way up and down her completely bare seam, savoring the taste of her innocence.
Damn. Sweet yet tangy, savory, and satisfying. Hands down, Everleigh is now my new favorite flavor.
Her fingers intertwine with my hair, curling themselves around my longer locks on top as she holds me there, letting me pleasure her while taking it all in. The tie still holds in place, but the shapes and sounds her mouth makes are sinfully decadent.
I take one last swipe up her full seam and stop at the place I know will send her into space.
Concentrating on that plump bundle of nerves, my tongue and teeth start their assault, coaxing at first, then demanding her pleasure. Her moans filter through the wet sounds my mouth is making against her. Ev’s body writhes as she cries out, unable to contain the excitement coursing through her veins.
“Luuuucaaaa. Fuuuuuck.”
The makeshift blindfold sets her free in a way I wasn’t expecting, but I relish in everything it gives her. I want so badly to look in her eyes as she comes, but I know she needs the freedom to feel and just experience this moment. So
, I continue licking and nibbling at her, each swipe of my tongue and nip of my teeth pulling curse after curse from her plump lips. Her muscles tense beneath my hands and around me as her thighs close in on my head.
She’s close.
My mouth’s assault on her clit doubles down until her entire body shudders and a high-pitched cry leaves her. Pain rips through my head as she pulls the strands tighter, tighter, tighter until her entire being goes limp.
Her breath is ragged as her bare breasts heave, then retreat.
I slide up her limp body, tasting her perfect, pert nipples once more before reaching for the blindfold. She tenses slightly as I loosen its grip. As it falls away, a pair of wild green eyes stare at me, bewildered and heavy.
“That was…God, that tongue.” Her eyes stray to the ceiling, closing shut. Being vulnerable is not Ev’s strong suit, so I know what we just did was a sign of trust. My heart swells beneath my rib cage, knowing I’ve made her damn near speechless.
Resting half on, half off her body, I prop myself up beside her, and take her left cheek into my hand. Gently stroking my fingers against her soft skin, she finally returns her gaze to me and stares.
“Good?” I ask, curiosity at the forefront.
“Great,” she confesses. “I’ve never had…”
She gets quiet after trailing off. “You’ve never what?”
“I’ve never come like that before.” Her teeth catch her bottom lip. “Or had someone...you know…”
I silence her with a kiss, letting her taste herself. At first, she adjusts to it, then deepens the kiss. When we finally break apart, we’re both breathless. “That one’s just to warm up,” I explain, kissing her jaw, slowly moving across her neck to her ear. “Next one, though,” I whisper as I nip at the bottom of her earlobe, eliciting a whimper. “You’ll be coming on my cock.”
Her body shudders next to mine. As if gauging my words, she looks into my eyes, before making her verdict. “What are you waiting for, then?”
My nightstand drawer opens up and one of the black and gold foil packets I stashed here earlier leaves its box between my fingers. A tearing sound sets it free as I position it over my dick. Everleigh watches intently as I roll it over the head, biting her lip.
“Want to do the honors?”
Gently, her hand brushes back the condom until it’s completely rolled down to the base. I toss the packet on the top of the nightstand and nestle myself once more between her thighs as they open willingly now.
My abs flex as I drag my cock through her folds, now soaking wet from my saliva and her arousal. After a few drags across her sensitive clit, the head finds its way to the promised land and probes. “This is going to be uncomfortable at first.”
“I want this,” she says, her voice low and soft. Her fingertips caress my cheek as she stares deep into my eyes. “I want you, Luca.”
I grab her hand and lay a gentle kiss on it, placing it on my shoulder. “If it hurts too much or you need me to stop, just say the word.”
She nods as I collect a deep breath, knowing this will change so much. Slowly, I work my way into her tightness, overcome by so many sensations as her body envelopes mine. I watch in awe as my dick disappears little by little into her, mesmerized by the sight, until it hits resistance. “Ready?”
Her head bobs again. Hoping it will ease her pain a little, I capture her lips with mine before pushing my hips forward, breaking through her innocence. Heat overwhelms my dick, now throbbing as she grips me tight within. I break the kiss to gasp for air as she takes a deep breath as well.
How can a body built for sin feel so much like heaven?
We pause for a moment; her adjusting to my size and me trying not to come like an inexperienced teenager myself. Even though this isn’t my first time, I’ve never felt anything like this before.
I pull back to look into her eyes and see a few stray tears falling to the sides of her face. Ev hates for people to watch her cry.
She deserved to have someone whispering in her ear how much he loves her right now. Yes. She did. Swallowing that lump of guilt away, I realize I’ve got to make up for the fact that I can’t do that right now as I wipe them away. “Want me to stop?”
She bites her lip and shakes her head no, but there’s no doubt she’s experiencing some discomfort. “Just…full.”
Propping myself up on one arm beside her, I bring my hand down to her clit and coat my thumb in her arousal from moments ago. “I’m going to make it better. Okay, Evergreen?”
There’s trust in her eyes as she stares at me while I make good on my word, stroking her little bundle of nerves. Little by little, I feel her loosening around me, welcoming me into her body more. “I’m going to move now.”
Her eyelids are now at half-mast as she gives me the go-ahead. I pull back slightly, watching her reaction as I keep my thumb circling. Surging back into her heat, a little of my own breath is stolen as her slippery walls flutter around me, another orgasm brewing within. How the fuck am I the lucky asshole who gets to be doing this right now? I keep stroking her as she grips me, working in tandem with one another and giving pleasure as we take it.
On a stroke deep into her body, she gasps loudly as I still. “Do that again.”
I drive into her, a little deeper this time, and watch the surprise on her face melt into bliss. We pace ourselves until gliding into her becomes much easier. Picking up the pace, my self-control fraying at the edges, I drive into her over and over, hitting some spot inside her that’s making her eyes roll back into her head.
“Luca,” she moans, snapping my last amount of restraint. Her arms wrap around my neck as she begs me not to stop, her walls tightening with each thrust until finally, my name is no longer a whisper and her body seizes around mine. She milks my dick as she comes hard, her nails biting into my flesh. The welcome stings are no match for the pleasure coursing throughout my body. Pummeling into her orgasm to make it last as long as possible, my hips snap, again and again, making sure I hit that magical spot, as I chase my own.
My thrusts grow more and more desperate until… “Fuck, Ev! I’m—” I grunt as her last spasms become my first, forcing me to spill every ounce of energy I had into the condom, stealing my ability to talk coherently. A long and loud grumble erupts from deep within my chest as I continue to pump into Everleigh, my hips stuttering as they slow.
My arms nearly give out, causing me to collapse onto the bed next to her, bringing her limp body with mine.
Damn.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump. We lay there trying to catch our breaths, her heartbeat thundering against mine as my dick, still inside her, twitches from sensitivity.
I just took Ev’s virginity.
The thought races across my mind so quickly, I can’t brace for it or the thoughts flooding straight after. Stroking her back as we both work on trying to get our bearings, I wait for the panic to settle in.
But it never comes. Neither does the regret I thought might creep in afterward at sleeping with my best friend’s little sister.
How can anyone regret something like that?
Worry floods in. Did she? “Ev?” I asked in a low, soothing tone.
“Yeah.”
“Are you all right?”
She closes her eyes for a moment before opening them again, a huge grin spreading across her face. “Never better.”
5
Everleigh
Sunlight beats down on my heavy eyelids, causing me to stir. As they flutter open, I take in the unfamiliar surroundings and the sheets that aren’t mine, my naked body gliding against them underneath. A manly smell mixes with the scent of bacon, bringing a smile to my face.
Holy shit. It really happened.
A smile creeps across my face, knowing that I’m no longer a virgin because my forever crush just deflowered me. There’s a soreness between my legs, but the blissful recollection of how it got there makes it duller. My heart flutters as I think back to just a few hours ago before we fell asleep
in each other’s arms…
How he took care of me and gently cleaned me up when I couldn’t muster enough energy to do it myself. The way he held me as we fell asleep once more, his hand stroking my hair until my eyes became too heavy to hold open anymore.
I fought back telling him how I truly felt because I’ve loved him for so long from afar, the last thing I wanted was to scare him off. Besides, last night was a one-time offer and a memory I’ll have to cherish forever because that’s as far as the road goes for us. But here in the hidden sanctuary of his bedroom, I couldn’t help but let my morning-after fantasies run wild with what could be…
Finally dragging myself out of the bed when I hear a couple of pans clanging against the sink and a low curse filtering through the door, I snag one of his old t-shirts hanging partially out of his open dresser drawer. I slip it over my head and fix my nest of hair and mess of last night’s makeup as best I can before stepping out into the open living area.
A shirtless Luca’s hand stills, a piece of bacon halfway to his mouth, as he eyes his shirt on me. “Damn, Evergreen. You know how to make an entrance.”
I sidle up to the island and perch myself on a stool, his shirt barely covering my ass as the coolness of the wooden seat kisses my bare thighs. “Good morning.”
“It definitely is now.”
I blush as his eyes roam over the threads now stretching around my curves. I’ve read multiple romance novels where the guy’s shirt always engulfs the girl’s body, but the way he keeps staring at my braless nipples, which are hardening under his gaze, it makes me believe that filling out his shirt wasn’t such a bad thing after all.
Two plates sit with a variety of breakfast foods on them, plated and ready to consume. “Expecting company?” I jest.
He tears his eyes from me and looks at his handiwork. “I don’t know about you, but I worked up an appetite after last night.”
I bite my lip at his insinuation. “I could eat.”
He slides a plate over to me and hands me a fork. “I was gonna wake you up, but you were sleeping so soundly…” he trails off as he picks up a piece of bacon from my plate, offering it up to me.
