by M. Never
I’m a man tearing in two. My wants clashing like Titans.
Pumping the brakes, I put some separation between us. Just enough to keep Everly in my grasp but also enough to admire the woman standing before me.
Her cheeks are pink, her eyes are dilated, and there is a small, sheepish smile playing on her lips. God, she’s beautiful, and I don’t even think she realizes. I didn’t realize, and I’ll be the first to admit I was a fucking asshole for it.
But not anymore. I know what I have now. What I refuse to let go of.
I sit on the edge of my bed and stare up at the gift the universe has offered me. Running my hands gradually along Everly’s curves, she places her palms on my neck. A pivotal moment passes between us. It feels like a day of reckoning. I am going to show Everly how much I want her. How my misjudgment and indiscretions of the past are no longer.
“I have been thinking about you all goddamn day.” I tighten my grip on her hips.
“Good, because I’ve been thinking about you, too.” Her voice is faint and so fucking alluring.
“Oh, yeah? What were you thinking about?”
“This. Right here, right now. If we were ever going to get to this point.”
“Did you have doubts?”
“Maybe a few,” she confesses.
“I know I’m not always the most tolerable person. Or the nicest, or warmest, but being with you, I feel different.” I drop my head and stare into the blackness of her dress. “You make me want to be different.” It’s my turn to confess. For as long as I can remember, work has been my main priority. To strive professionally and reach an elevated level of success, and up until now, I have excelled. But Everly has made me realize there is so much more to life than just work, or money, or status. There’s intimacy and companionship and affection. My job has always been my first love, but now there’s room for another, and she’s standing right in front of me.
I feel Everly’s sweet touch on my cheek. “You make me want to be different, too.” I lift my head to gaze up at her face. “I have avoided life for so long, but I don’t want to do that anymore. I don’t want to be alone or hide. I want . . . more.” She struggles to find the right word.
“With me, you can have more.” That’s all I want, to give her more.
With a bright smile, she asks, “So, what are we waiting for?”
I mirror her facial expression. “Not a damn thing.” Life starts right fucking now.
Inhaling a collective breath, Everly reaches around and unzips her dress. The oxygen in the room thins as she seductively peels the clingy material from her body. I don’t even think she’s trying to be sexy — she just is.
Once it falls to the ground, I breathe in the crackling atmosphere. It gets me higher than THC.
All self-control is gone after that. My hands explore her bare body as my tongue puts on a show, tracing the curve of her abdomen, circling around her belly button, and moving north to her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra, so I have free rein to explore. Massaging both of her firm, round breasts at the same time, I lick and suck on her nipples slowly, giving each one the attention it deserves. They pebble against my tongue, spurring me to nip and tug and suck even harder. Everly responds in the most arousing way, moaning and sighing, running her fingers through my hair over and over as I lavish her.
“God, that feels good,” she expels.
“Just wait,” I promise her. I’m just getting started. Tugging at the string of her underwear, I increase the pressure with my mouth, biting the flesh of her perky breasts, close to leaving a mark.
I want to mark her. I want her and the world to know she’s all mine.
“Alec.” My name spilling from her lips has my balls tingling. I need more. I need to get closer.
I urge Everly onto the mattress, pinning her beneath me as I attack her mouth. The kiss is brutal and hot, our tongues ravenous as they duel against each other.
Pressing my pelvis against her, my erection howls in pain. Fucking Christ, I want the woman unlike any before her. It’s a force.
The sounds of lust echoing through my bedroom are acoustical. A melody of need climbing to a crescendo.
Kneeling above Everly, she frantically helps me unbutton my dress shirt and then my pants. Our fingers tangling in the rush. Once my shirt is a distant memory and my pants are hanging around my waist, I latch my lips onto her collarbone and suck before moving down her body. There’s only one spot I want to be. One spot I want to indulge in, smother myself with, overdose on.
Right as I reach the line of her panties, I slow to a crawl, prolonging the inevitable collision. I peel the black silk away gradually, gliding the strings and scrap of material covering the slit of her pussy over her hip bones, and away. The smell of her is heavenly, sweet and spicy, like a piece of candied ginger.
“Spread your legs,” I growl low in my throat. I’m a gluttonous animal about to feast.
The small, apprehensive squeak that escapes her has me on high alert. I love that she’s breaking down. That she’s allowing herself to trust me. I could spend the rest of eternity between Everly’s thighs. Just the mere scent of her has me salivating.
With my eyes pinned on her face, I lick her clit lightly, taking my time to savor her taste. Her eyes are glued shut, and she’s clutching the pillow on both sides of her head. She’s sexy as all hell, wound-up tight.
I glide the tip of my tongue through her folds with more pressure this time, and she moans.
Yes. It’s the exact reaction I want.
I don’t want her to come, but I do want her wet, so I continue my leisurely ministrations, pushing her thighs wider as I slide my tongue deeper and deeper.
“Oh, God, Alec.” She bows her body and mewls as I swipe my tongue up and down, teasing her clit and then her entrance. Over and over, I follow the same path until she’s panting. Until her arousal is soaking her pussy and my mouth. She’s so ready. So wanton. And I’m exactly the same. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her come.
With one last firm tug on her clit, I unlatch my mouth and move back up her body. Her chest is heaving, and her abdomen is quaking. She’s so close.
“Are you on the pill or do I need a condom?” I ask between kisses deeper than the sea.
“Pill,” she huffs, latching her arms around my neck.
Thank you, Jesus.
Shedding my pants and underwear, there is nothing left standing between us.
“I want to watch you come. I want you to ride me until neither of us can breathe.” I roll her over and position her on top of me. There’s hesitation on her pretty face, but this is the way I want it. “Trust me.” I caress her cheek, putting her at ease. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I want to see everything.” I feel her skin actually heat under my touch.
Everly exhales heavily, giving in to my demand. I know she’s strong enough to handle anything I throw at her. It’s a huge part of her appeal.
Straddling me, her naked form illuminates in the light filtering in from the city buildings.
“I want to feel you, baby.” I rub encouraging circles into her thighs with the pads of my thumbs.
Everly leans down to kiss me, lifting her hips to allow me access. We’re both amped up, the arousal coursing through our veins like the stimulant it is.
“Slow,” I rasp as I guide the head of my erection to her entrance.
“Okay,” she whispers as she plants her hands on my chest for support and inches down deliberately. Millimeter by millimeter, engulfing my cock in her soaking wet heat.
I groan in ecstasy, my eyes closed, my head thrown back as the tightness of her pussy squeezes and massages the entire length of my throbbing shaft.
So. Fucking. Good.
Once she’s fully seated on top of me, and my erection is snug inside of her, I grip her hips and hold her there. Steadying her in place so my cock can jerk, adjusting to the feel of her constricting muscles.
Slow, slow, slow, I chant to myself. The minute we become craz
ed, it will be over. I won’t be able to control myself.
“Move. God, baby, move slow,” I direct, sounding like a delirious man.
Why don’t we just fucking face facts? I am.
I’m deliriously infatuated with the woman who is presently riding me. Who’s moving her hips up and down so painstakingly slow it’s making me as mad as a hatter.
I watch Everly’s face, entranced, studying each and every expression the measured stimulation brings forth.
Her lips part and her brows crease every time she slides downward. Her body bows and her voice squeaks every time I thrust upward. Round and round we continuously go, indulging in the languid pleasure while both inwardly pleading for more.
“Alec.” Everly digs her nails into my skin as her muscles contract. She’s getting close, fighting the impending end.
I tense my body, drilling my fingertips into her hips as I guide her up and down.
“Alec, please.” She drops her head back, her nipples sharper than nails. “I need more.”
“You want to come all over me?” I goad her.
“Fuck, yes.” She rocks a little harder, and my nerve endings light up. “I want to so bad.” Her limbs quiver.
“Just like this.” I only allow her a bit more friction. “I want to watch. I want to see everything”.
She continues to pump her hips at a medium speed, her cheeks becoming flushed, and her inner walls pounding commandingly.
“Oh, fuck,” she croons agitatedly as the sensations take hold. “Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck,” she cries while riding me, the rush of her orgasm dragging us both under. She’s a spectacular sight above me, her tits bouncing in the moonlight as she owns her pleasure.
The peak of her climax has me tearing in two. The blissfully torturous pulsing, shooting, and flashing sensations disintegrates my resolve. I can’t hold back any longer. I flip Everly onto her back, and in a blind rage, I pull out, jerking my cock until I’m splashing cum all over her body. Coating her stomach and chest in violent sprays of arousal, officially marking what I’m claiming as mine.
Holy fuck. I suck in air like a vacuum as stars dance in my vision.
There’s nothing after that, just white noise crackling through the darkness of my bedroom and two warm bodies molded together as one.
12
Everly
I crack my eyes open and am blinded by sunlight.
My body is tired and so is my mind. The effects of last night slowly creep over me as I remember vivid details of Alec and each one of our several sexual encounters.
“Good morning, Sleeping Beauty.” I roll my head over on the pillow to find Alec propped up on one arm, staring at me.
I smile. “Good morning.”
“I take it you slept well?”
“What gave it away?”
“Your snoring.”
“I don’t snore.” I slap his chest with the back of my hand.
“Okay, I wouldn’t technically call it snoring, but you do make sounds.”
“Sounds?”
“Mmm-hmm.” He runs one fingertip along my hairline. “You squeak.”
“Squeak?”
“And whimper.”
“Whimper?” I frown.
“It’s adorable.” He smiles.
“Seriously?”
“Seriously.”
“If you say so.”
“I do.” He’s adamant. That arrogant attitude is so the Alec I know. “Your roots are red.” He’s inspecting me.
“I’m a natural redhead. I dye my hair brown.”
“Ah. That makes a lot of sense.” He walks his fingertips down my forehead to my nose. “The freckles.”
“Yes,” I confirm. “They are even more prominent in the sun.”
“I’d like to see that.”
“Why? I hate them. They’re ugly.”
“I love them. They’re beautiful,” Alec contests. “They become you.”
“My mother used to say that.” I grimace. It’s one of the few nice things she ever said to me.
“Well, she was right.” His hand travels down my naked body. “Where are your parents?”
“Gone.” My one-word answer causes him to stop.
“Dead?” he asks delicately.
I wish.
“No, just gone. I haven’t had a relationship with them in a very long time,” I reluctantly share. My parents are never a joyous subject for me.
“I’m sorry to hear that.” His hand picks up where it left off, moving south down my torso.
“Don’t be. I’m better off without them. Trust me.”
“I do trust you.” His movements stop a few dangerous inches below my belly button. I look up into his blue eyes. What now?
“I have a good relationship with my parents.” He backtracks, circling my navel.
“That’s good.”
“They’re not my biological parents. They adopted me when I was two months old.”
“Oh?”
Alec nods as he continues to orbit my belly button. “They barely had two nickels to rub together, but they took me in. I didn’t have money growing up, but I did have them.”
“You’re lucky.”
“I am.” He stares into my eyes. “For the second time in my life, an amazing person gave me a chance.”
There is no stopping the blush that creeps over my cheeks. “I’m not amazing.”
“You are, and you don’t even know it.” His hand starts to move south. “You asked me who I saw when I looked at you.” He caresses my clit, and I shiver. “I see someone amazing. And you’ll never be able to convince me otherwise.” Alec sinks one sneaky finger into my entrance, and I fall apart. His touch is blindsiding.
I sigh as he fingers me, his words echoing in my ear.
“You have no idea how good that feels.” I melt into the pillowy mattress.
“I think I have an idea.” He sucks on my neck as he works his hand, switching gears from slow to fast, and then slow again.
It’s remarkable how quickly he’s learned to read my body. One night together and he already knows which perfect buttons to push.
Shoving the black covers away, he exposes our bare forms. “Will you let me watch you come?”
“You enjoy doing that.” I drop my knees and sigh.
“Very fucking much.” He bites my neck, as he slides two fingers inside me this time. “It’s an addiction.”
“I can live with that.” I jerk when he caresses my g-spot. Fuck, I’m going to explode faster than a time bomb.
“Put your hands over your head.” Alec’s voice is so thick with desire it’s barely recognizable.
I do as he requests, elongating my body as seductively as possible.
“Fuck, yes.” He draws one nipple into his mouth, stacking the sensations. I want to give him what he wants, so I hand myself over and get lost in his touch. In the feel of his mouth and excitement he brings forth. Before long, my limbs are tingling and so is my pussy. I moan and writhe, playing right into his hands. Living the part he’s desperate to see play out.
The hormonal commotion fluttering inside me builds until it’s no longer containable. Every muscle in my body tenses, the ones clamped around Alec’s fingers throbbing.
He holds my wrists down as I come, forcing the sensations to gravitate to one central location — right between my legs. I let out a wail as my hips jerk on the bed. It’s feels so fucking good. So fucking freeing and maddening and cathartic all at the same time. It’s been so long since anyone has touched me like this. Since I’ve allowed anyone in.
“Alec,” I pant. “God, Alec.” I’m disoriented as I float down from my high.
“I’m right here,” he hums in my ear. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of watching that.”
“You enjoyed the show?” I toy with him.
“Immensely.” He takes one of my hands and guides it to his erection. He’s rock fucking hard and ready to go.
“What do you want?” I ask seductively.
“These.” He outlines my lips. “Wrapped around my cock.”
“I can do that.” I suck on his finger the same way I’m going to suck on his cock.
“Mmm,” he grunts as I push myself up and kiss my way down his body.
Alec’s chest is smooth, but he has a sexy trail of hair right below his navel. I love it. It’s soft to the touch and utterly masculine.
He stretches out on the mattress in clear anticipation. I swirl my tongue around the head of his erection, and he expels a low, throaty growl. I love his reaction. I love that it’s a genuine reaction to me.
I swallow his cock as deeply as I can, spurring him to tense. He’s receptive to my mouth, moaning when I suck and growling when I pull away.
These acts are so much more than just physical. There’s a connection between us. A connection like I’ve only felt with one other man. That scares me on so many levels given our history, but I continuously remind myself Alec is not Tage. The situations are completely different. This time, I’m free.
“Ever.” Alec grabs my disheveled ponytail and yanks. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” His jaw clenches, his thigh muscles quivering as I continue to suck and jerk until my palm and his shaft are soaked with my saliva and spurts of cum are exploding in my mouth.
It’s as satisfying to make him come as it is to come myself.
“Jesus, woman.” Alec pulls me into his arms and crushes me against his chest. “I may never let you leave this bed.”
I giggle. “You’ll have to wait on me hand and foot.”
“I can live with that.” He chuckles.
“Well, if that’s the new arrangement, can you start by bringing me coffee?”
“How about we start by swinging by your apartment so you can change and I can take you to lunch? After that, I’ll confine you to the bed.”
“Kidnapping me for the weekend, are you?”
“Absolutely.” Alec cozies up beside me. “I want this body naked for as long as possible.”
“I think we can arrange that.” I dot a kiss on his lips, then his jawbone, then his neck.
“Keep that up and we’ll never make it to lunch,” he growls.
