by Sara Hess
I snorted and eyed him with amusement. “You were doing so well, and then it went down hill.”
“I’ll work on that next time.” He chuckled. “But seriously, Shaw, none of us have a say about where we grow up. We deal with it, and then we make our own way. You’re extremely intelligent, you got that scholarship, and from what I see you are doing an excellent job at carving your own path.”
My body warmed for a whole different reason; it wasn’t his touch that did it this time, it was his words. I took a hasty sip of my drink. “I’m not really all that intelligent. Part of my scholarship was because I grew up in the system; sort of like pity and optimistic expectation that I won’t end up as a statistic.”
I stood there shocked that I had revealed that, but even more astonishing was a part of me had wanted to. I wanted to share with him.
Evan reached out and snagged my waist, tugging me toward him to breathe in my ear. “You have to be wicked intelligent to cross words with me because I’m a genius, and who cares how you got your break. Look at me; I got mine because I’m friends with Landon.”
He was sending my hormones into overdrive, but his comment had me looking at him in astonishment. “Dan thinks so highly of you; you don’t really believe he keeps you because of Landon, do you?” Dan treated Evan with so much respect and affection. There was no way he kept Evan on as a favor to Landon.
A warm smile curled Evan’s mouth and he pulled me completely to him, aligning our fronts, sending scorching electrical shocks through my whole body. “No, but I love the affront in your tone on my behalf.”
More heat seared my cheeks and I pushed him away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The only emotion in my voice was derision from that ridiculous remark on your genius.”
He smirked, pulling me back, and his hand roamed awfully near my butt. “Is one hundred forty-five ridiculous?”
I gaped. He was a genius. Shit, a genius had his hands all over me, and I was getting hotter because of it.
I coughed out a scoff in an attempt at indifference. “Only if you’re pitching it out there like I should be impressed? It’s nearly as bad as if you bragged about your dick size.”
Instead of looking chastised his grin spread. Leaning down he whispered in my ear. “I’ve never measured it but I’d say I’m probably a tad more than seven inches, maybe even eight. However, it’s not the length but the width and the way it stretches you that’s important, hitting all those erogenous areas, and Shaw, I would love to impress you with what I’ve got there.”
He nipped at my ear, and the substantial cock he was going on about was pressing rigidly against my stomach. His hot breath, his words, his touch, everything about him; all of it had sexual arousal coiling so tightly inside me that I was about ready to explode. I was actually leaning into him wanting to feel more when the sudden burst of clapping had me jerking away, or at least attempting to. Evan’s hold on me was too unyielding.
“Maya and Landon are back; time for the dinner part of the night.” His voice was hoarse in my ear, and then I was being turned and Evan was behind me directing me to a table where all his friends were taking seats. I tripped along mutely.
During the next few hours speeches were given, dinner was served, the cake was cut, drinks were consumed, and I remained in a constant state of heightened arousal because Evan’s hands were on me relentlessly. Every nerve in my body was alive and tingling, my core clenching with longing as the pressure built to an almost unbearable pressure. I felt wrung out from the power it.
Maya and Landon got their first dance in and then the rest of the guests kicked up their heels.
Evan didn’t waste any time pulling me out there with him for the slow dances, and being held closely to him was incredible; his frame was so solid and powerful, and his arms held me so securely…like he never wanted to let me go. That was like an extra aphrodisiac to me.
It was another set of three slow songs and our hands roamed, and our bodies slithered against each other intensifying the sexual tension that I thought had already reached maximum levels…but I was wrong because it just kept getting worse.
“Fuck Shaw, I need you so badly right now.” Evan rolled his hard and very large erection into my stomach groaning harshly in my ear. “No, that’s actually wrong; I needed you badly days ago, now I’m at the point if I don’t get inside you right now I’m going to fucking embarrass myself.”
I whimpered in need, unable to get anything else out. I wanted him with the same burning intensity, completely overpowered by the swirling storm of passion, lust, and desire he was weaving around me. He was intoxicating and I wanted to sink into the oblivion of pure bliss.
Evan’s hands on my butt rocking me into him torturing me with his hardness. “Come to my room with me now, Red. Let’s go put this fire out between us before we combust all over this floor in front of everyone?” Nuzzling my ear, his voice was guttural and feral.
Why did I put up with him calling me Red? I hated it when guys called me Red, or Ginger, or Firecracker, etc., but the way Evan said it….languidly, familiar, throaty…it just sounded so natural coming from him. When he said it I had no desire to hold his head under water until he stopped breathing.
I also couldn’t pull up a ‘no’ to save my life. The man was like whiskey; setting fire to my insides, leaving me lightheaded and woozy. My lips pressed into the V of his open shirt to kiss his warm flesh instead. God, he smelled fantastic; hot man and spicy cologne.
The next second I was being hauled away, Evan’s arm around my waist, and when we hit the fortuitously open elevator and the door slid shut he slammed me up against the wall mashing my mouth ruthlessly with his.
I opened for him, meeting his tongue eagerly and he tasted of alcohol and Evan. The whomp-whomp-whomp of blood rushing through me was overwhelming making me light-headed with desire. I wanted to blame the drinks I’d consumed, but he was always doing this to me.
Evan’s hand wrapped around my breast, molding and squeezing it, and I moaned at the white-hot current of electricity that shot to my sex. Evan echoed the moan, rubbing his thumb over my engorged nipple before pinching it and rolling it between his fingers. My knees trembled and I grasped his hair to meld us closer…I needed closer. I nipped at his bottom lip and sucked it hard trying to get him to understand.
Growling, his hips thrust forward into my aching core and his kiss became even more aggressive. Yes!
The ding of the elevator alerted us to fact that we’d arrived at our floor, but instead of ending the kiss Evan lifted my legs around his waist and strode with me down the hallway. I didn’t care where we were or who might see us, I just wanted him. The alcohol I’d drank probably aided in my inhibition. I wasn’t completely drunk, but I was feeling really, really good, and he was making me feel even better.
Distantly I took note that we stopped and Evan fumbled in his pants for something, but I was too busy eating at him greedily. He tasted so damn good. The next thing I knew I was falling backwards and Evan was laying on top of me, pressing his hot erection into my spread thighs firmly. The contact was perfect and I threw my head back and cried out at the blissful feeling.
“Fuck yeah,” Evan panted into my neck, rocking and sucking forcefully on my skin. “I knew it would be like this.” Finding my zipper on the side of my dress he pulled it down and suddenly my dress was gone, leaving me in only my light pink bra and panties. He paused to look at me, eyes blazing with heat. “So fucking beautiful.”
I only had a moment to feel nervousness at my near nakedness when my bra disappeared too. My license and room card was tucked in the side of my bra and Evan gave a small smirk at seeing them before engulfing one of my breasts in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my nipple, scrapping his teeth over it. The shock of pleasure was incredible and I bucked up into him.
Raking my nails over his shirt covered back I moaned…this was beyond anything I could have ever imagined.
Evan jerked up off me to stand and began s
tripping off his clothes with rapid carelessness while staring down at me hotly. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”
That didn’t sound right and I finally found my voice. “Why would that make me want to beg you to stop? It sounds like heaven.” I panted, watching as Evan’s superb body was revealed.
He was all muscle; his chest was wide and defined and gloriously inked, his tight abs had that V and six-pack thing going on, and his arms flexed with every move he made as he pushed down his pants revealing another bulging muscle under his black boxer briefs. Without any ceremony he whipped those down too and my breath caught at the enormity of him. He hadn’t been exaggerating; it was long and thick.
“That thing looks angry.” I whimpered in anxiety and desire. This was going way faster than I expected, but I wanted it. I wanted him.
He laid his hot, hard body on top of mine, making me sigh with bliss, and mumbled around my breast that he’d taken back into his mouth. “It’s going to get happy real quick.” And then he began gorging on my breasts; cupping, tasting, molding, sucking, squeezing, biting, and my sex clenched and pulsated with what I think were mini-orgasms.
I moaned, gasped, whimpered and scraped his back raw at the almost unbearable pleasure, but I didn’t beg him to stop. He did that on his own and I did sag at the reprieve, but then he moved down my body and was divesting me of my panties and sandals.
“Damn!” His avid gaze and fingers ran through my small red patch of pubic hair. “This red tells me how hot it’s going to be inside you. I’m going to have every inch of you, Shaw.” He growled, and before I could stop him he was spreading my legs and his mouth was on me.
I cried out and hunched up in shock, grabbing his hair. It might have been to pull him away at first, but instead I clenched at his short curls and pulled his head closer as the pleasure hit me swift and intense. His lips suckled and pulled, while his tongue stroked and stabbed, and my body fell back as the tension in my body tightened excruciatingly. It wasn’t anything I’d ever come close to feeling before and soon I was crying out as crashing waves of pleasure washed over me.
Evan was suddenly in my face, kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. “You are so damn responsive, Red, and when you come you fucking shine.”
His words, the frantic way he seemed to want me was making my chest swell with emotion. “Evan,” I pleaded, and fisting his hair I met his kiss with renewed urgency.
The next moment I felt his hardness pushing into me, and without pausing he drove straight in all the way. The pain was minimal, maybe because I was so wet from his oral ministrations and my own desire, and I only gave a short grunt of surprise digging my nails into his shoulders. The alcohol in my system probably helped in dulling the pain as well.
“Oh shit yes, you are so fucking tight.” Evan groaned against my neck.
He began moving immediately and it was exquisite agony; the deep penetration, the wonderful width of him…he was right, it did rub against every nerve-ending I had down there. I felt overly full, but not in a bad way. Raising my knees I tried to take him deeper. This man made me so greedy; I wanted all I could get from him.
His hips snapped faster and harder. “Too fucking good…it’s too fucking good, Red…I can’t hold back…waited too long…come with me…come on my cock.” He grunted into my neck, pounding me into the soft mattress with each thrust and squeezing my breast and nipple almost painfully…wonderfully.
I gasped and whimpered into his shoulder with each thrust. Everything was happening so quickly…and it was so intense. That red-hot tension coiling tighter in my lower belly had me clutching at him in frenzied need and pushing my hips up to meet his. He went so deep, grinding against my clit that I screamed in pleasure and then exploded as another, more powerful orgasm ripped through me making me see stars. My inner walls spasmed around his driving cock shooting out thousands of bolts of electricity through my groin and beyond.
It was glorious.
Evan drove deep one last time with a low bellow, but still seemed to be attempting to get inside me farther because he grabbed my butt and rocked his pelvis almost brutally into me, grinding us tightly together while grunting deeply. The motion blasted additional acute, blistering tingles into me so I wasn’t complaining. In fact, I clutched him to me harder.
And then it was quiet, except for our raw deep breathing. My body had exploded and now it felt like my heart was going to. I could still feel him inside me, pressing against my sensitized tissue, as I pulsated in uncontainable tremors around him. My nails needed into the back of his scalp blissfully at each one.
Evan sprawled dead-like on top of me languidly kissing my throat, making breathing even more difficult, but I didn’t care because his heat and weight felt so very good. This closeness felt good. After about a minute he rolled off. Never before had I been held like that and it was more difficult than I thought to be let loose from it.
Lying there quivering and tingling I turned my head to see him smiling slightly with his eyes closed, looking so damn gorgeous. The tsunami of emotions that hit me was so concentrated I sucked in a harsh breath; he’d gotten under my skin, and now I couldn’t deny it any longer, I…
“Damn, Shaw.” Evan mumbled, sounding like he was half-way to sleep. “I want to do that all over again after I take a short nap.” He rolled over pulling me to him spoon style. My breath shuddered in my chest in contentment. He expelled a huge sigh. “You were as wild as they said, but you’re all mine now.”
Everything in me froze…No, no, no, no, no, no!
My stomach roiled and filled with bile. I wanted to shove Evan off me, but I was afraid to breath, afraid to move, afraid to draw any attention to myself. I wanted to curl up and disappear, maybe even die.
So I waited, dying inwardly but breathing through the pain and silent tears, until Evan’s breathing evened out, and then I slipped away from him slowly. He shifted and sighed, but didn’t wake and I held back a sob of relief. With shaking hands I grabbed my clothes and pulled them on as quickly as I could, and as I did I didn’t miss the stream of wetness flowing out of me.
Bigger tears spilled down my cheeks. The son of a bitch hadn’t worn a condom. There was no telling what the asshole hosted in STD’s. Did he go without a condom all the time? Just how many people had I slept with tonight? I blamed my tears solely on the diseases and baby he might have just gotten me with. I needed to get to the store as quickly as possible for the Plan B pill, and then make an appointment with a doctor to get tested.
A harsh sob began to rise up in my throat. Stuffing my fist in my mouth I snatched up my shoes and opened the door silently, but gave one last hate-filled, desolate glance back at Evan. He’d seemed like one of the good ones, but it appeared my ability to read people was still as shitty as ever.
CHAPTER TEN
EVAN
I woke slowly to memories of pink nipples, a small thatch of crimson hair, creamy soft skin, and pleasure ripping tightness…Fuck, I was horny as hell.
I’d only gotten inside Shaw once and it wasn’t enough. After what I’d experienced with her I was wondering if there was such a thing as enough. Orgasms were supposed to be enjoyable and the girl fun, but that, with Shaw, put enjoyable and fun to shame. It had been fucking incredible, and that might not even cover it.
Eyes slowly opening I stretched, reaching for her, but only encountered air. Jerk up to a sitting position I looked around but there was no sign of her. Hopping from the bed I checked the bathroom…nothing.
What the hell! The little hellion had snuck out on me. Was she seriously still playing hard to get? When I got her back up here I was going to smack her ass. Then I was going to take her every way possible and exhaust her until she couldn’t think of moving. Grabbing for my clothes I went to pull on my boxers but noticed something on my hard wagging cock.
Was that…blood!?
My heart thudded erratically. Why was there blood on my dick?
Walking t
o the bed in a daze I stared down at the white down comforter…and the blood smear in the center of it.
Holy shit! Shaw was a virgin? Well…no…not anymore she wasn’t genius.
I blanched, recalling how I’d devirginized her. I had fucking impaled her and then gone at her like a rutting bull. With how roughly I’d taken her I was shocked there wasn’t more blood. Her straightforwardness, liberal sexual banter, and the comments she’d made about partying when she was younger, I just assumed her virginity had been disposed of back then. If I’d known I would have been gentler.
Why hadn’t she said anything, and is that why she had bolted? Had I hurt her? Shit! I needed to find her and apologize.
Heading back to the bathroom I couldn’t control the flash of arrogant delight at being her first, that no one else had had her. All that fire and heat were mine. Wetting a wash cloth I began cleaning the blood from my cock but then froze in dreaded realization.
Holy Fucking Shit…I hadn’t used a condom! I always used a condom, never once went without, but I’d been so out of control in lust with Shaw that slipping on protection had completely slipped my mind.
Fuck! I’m surprised Shaw hadn’t woken me up to slap the stupid out of me, or stabbed me with something while I’d slept. We were safe in the STD department, so now I could only hope that she had taken some measures to protect herself; the pill, shot, an implant, anything. I was so not ready to become a daddy. Shaw was still in college, I really doubted she wanted to get pregnant either.
I can’t believe how fucking stupid I’d been.
Needing to find her without delay I tugged on my clothes as carelessly as I’d taken them off and rushed out my door and down the hall to her room. When she didn’t answer my banging and yelling I headed for the elevator. Thirty-eight seconds later I strode briskly back into the reception.
