Evan's Addiction

by Sara Hess

  Shaw’s eyes opened and she stared down at me with an expression of bliss and wonderment. “Oh god…I’m not going anywhere.”

  I had a brief moment to take in the glory of her; red hair wild around her flushed beautiful face, firm breasts, taut stomach, before her muscles constricted around me making me lose what was left of my wits.

  Rolling us over I set my forearms on either side of her and began to plow into her uncontrollably, grunting, and growling, and sweating. In the back of my mind I had a plan for when we had sex again, and it wasn’t anything like this, but I just couldn’t seem to stop. Going to one elbow I leaned down and took her mouth desperately while at the same time hooking my arm under one of her legs pulling it up so she was spread wider for me.

  “This…feel…okay?” Please tell me this feels okay.

  “Yes…yes…” Nails dug into my back as she stared at me with glittering, hooded eyes. “I like it…a lot.” She sucked on my lips and tilted her hips attempting to meet my feral thrusts.

  My balls were drawing up tight and the zing of impending climax rushed down my spine. Not since I was sixteen had I finished before the girl, but I couldn’t do anything to halt it. There was no way I could stop. The orgasm slammed into me like a cement wall and I bellowed, driving into her and grinding through the excruciating pleasure of it.

  When the last jet of cum pumped out of me I should have crashed in spent depletion, feeling like an ass for finishing before Shaw, but instead I realized that I wasn’t done, and I stared down at Shaw in bewildered incredulity because I wasn’t even close to being finished.

  My body, ahead of my brain, continued to thrust on its own. This might have never happened to me before but I wasn’t going to waste it. Shaw hadn’t come and I was going to make damn certain she did, and I could see and feel that she was near. Lucky for her the orgasm had cleared my head so I wasn’t so out of control anymore.

  “Aren’t you done?” She gasped, looking sexually frustrated and wiggling under me.

  “It seems not.” I smiled down into her beseeching green eyes and kissed her swollen red mouth.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

  SHAW

  I stared at Evan in disbelief, my body tight and humming. He had already climaxed but was still hard, and thrusting in and out of me, although slower this time.

  My hands moved restlessly up and down his muscled shoulders and arms as he loomed over me. “How…?” I whimpered as Evan slowly rolled his hips.

  His lips moved leisurely over my jaw. “Don’t know…never happened before…you must have done something to me. Now I’m going to do lots of things to you.”

  I sucked in a breath at the idea of that, and at the burn of his mouth over my neck, as well as the friction of his thick cock. “I don’t think I need all that much done. I feel really close.”

  He pulled back to look at me and the sinful expression on his face had me clenching around him. I would have thought he would have at least shrunk some but he was still stretching me fantastically.

  Evan gave a small growl at my contraction. “You need some punishing for tonight…and for this sneak attack.”

  I was about to ask him what he had planned but his mouth engulfed my breast and I decided I was fine with whatever he had planned. However, as Evan squeezed, sucked, pinched and licked at my breasts while only giving me slow shallow thrusts of his cock I began to change my mind. He was keeping me on the precipice but not letting me go over…and it was driving me out of my mind.

  Raising my knees higher I tried grabbing a hold of his hips to pull him in harder but he was too strong and just chuckled huskily.

  “Please, Evan, you’re killing me.” I whimpered.

  “Only with pleasure, Red.” He buzzed against my nipple.

  Suddenly he pulled out of me, turned me onto my stomach, and started kissing down my spine while squeezing the flesh of my rear.

  “No, no, no…please.” Frustration washed over me and I pushed against his hold trying to turn over so I could get him back inside me.

  Wrapping his arm around my waist he hauled me up further and plunged back into me from behind. I gave a cry of satisfaction at having him back inside me, stretching me, and if my mind wasn’t so consumed with reaching my orgasm I might have been anxious at the new position.

  “God, Shaw, I’ve been dreaming about all the ways I want to take you, all the ways I want to make you come.” His hands smoothed down my back to my butt molding both cheeks, and then down to where we were connected, rubbing the lips of my sex and clit.

  “You’re taking your time with the coming part.” Panting, I clenched around him and began rocking since he didn’t seem inclined to move.

  I got two breath-stealing deep stabs in before Evan groaned out a chuckle, and then his hard body blanketed my back making it difficult for me to get any substantial plunging depth.

  “This is my rodeo, Red.”

  Oh, he was so funny. “I’m so going to kill you.” I moaned, but it had to wait until he gave me my orgasm.

  He was barely thrusting, and his finger rubbed lightly over my clit stimulating me just enough to bring me back to the edge but not over.

  “How about I give you a choice; I will give you one big orgasm in about ten minutes, or I can give you three at your demand.”

  This seemed like a trick question but I was having a really difficult time thinking. The only thing my brains cells could latch onto was the part where I could have an orgasm now if I demanded it.

  “The three…now, please now.” I pleaded, reaching back to grip his thick thigh.

  “You’re going to have to let go my leg and use both your arms to hold yourself up then.” He growled in my ear.

  Nodding my head frantically I did what he said and clutched at my bedspread. Evan lifted off my back, grasped my hips, and began hammering into me. My body rocked violently with each drive and it was painfully glorious.

  “Am I hurting you?” Evan grunted.

  I could only shake my head frantically because words were beyond me, and when his fingers stroked my clit forcefully thoughts vanished as well. My groin pulsed, my body clenched, and I saw stars behind my closed lids as my orgasm crashed over me.

  Oh god, it was so, so good.

  As the intense contractions diminished my arms shook and folded under me causing my face and chest to smash to the bed. All I wanted to do was lay there and not move…because there was no way I could. I felt drained.

  Evan shifted us so we were laying side by side, his hot, hard front to my back. One of his hands moved to my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, and his other hand moved down my abdomen to where we were still joined. He touched my clit and I jerked at how agonizingly sensitive I was.

  My hand covered his. “Oh god, it almost hurts to touch me there.” I whimpered breathlessly. His fingers pulled at my nipple and his hips began thrusting. I moaned and shuddered at the overload of sensations. “Auhhh, Evan…what are you doing?”

  His lips sucked at my earlobe. “You chose, Red, and now you have to suffer the consequences.” Those torturous lips traveled down my neck.

  The deal I made smacked me in the face. “There is no way you are going to be able to wring two more orgasms out of me.” I wheezed.

  Evan didn’t stop and his touch was nearly painful at first, but soon I started to pant at the unexpected rush of pleasure. The combination of his fingers on my nipple and those on my clit, as well as the rhythm of his driving cock had electric shocks coursing through me, building my need all over again.

  With one hand I reached back and latched onto his hair, and dug my nails of the other into the arm connected to my breast. “I’m going to…again.” I gasped in shock.

  “Yeah, Red, let it come. I want to feel you squeeze my cock so fucking hard.” He snarled into my neck.

  The excruciating tension inside me was coiling even tighter this time and I curled in on myself as it finally exploded sending white-hot ecstasy through me. I let out a long high
mewl as the incredible release shattered my body.

  I was still pulsing devastatingly and trembling uncontrollably as Evan turned me over to my back. His face was flushed and his eyes wild as he stared down at me breathing heavily. God, he was brutally handsome, I thought groggily.

  “Last one.” He uttered gutturally, and settling his hips between my thighs he slid back into me.

  “I can’t.” I protested weakly. I was extremely tight and sensitive from back to back orgasms, but I was also very wet from them, as well as from him coming in me earlier, because of that he didn’t have difficulty in stretching me open.

  Amber eyes smoldered down into mine. “Can’t back out now, baby.” His eyes closed with a groan as he settled his body on top of mine. He didn’t put all his weight on me, just enough to where I could feel every hot, hard, wonderful part of him. “You feel so fucking amazing. I could live in your cunt forever.” He mumbled into my neck.

  Any other time I would have taken offense at that word, but right now I just wrapped my quaking arms and legs around his frame. His hands tunneled under me to grasp my ass, and then he resumed his thrusting. He gave me all of himself this time, slamming into me to the hilt, grinding into my clit, and then did it again…and again…and again. He wasn’t playing this time.

  His fingers tangled in my hair, and my hands held tightly to his rigid shoulders. He let out a deep grunt after each hard shove, and I was practically sobbing as the pressure twisting inside me reached an entirely new, and mind-boggling level.

  How something could hurt and feel so good and the same time I didn’t know, but I needed more of it. “Harder, Evan…harder.” I cried, arching into each of his thrusts. I’d thought the vibrator play was torture, but this…

  “Oh Fuuckkk, Red.” Raising his head he stared down at me and the inferno in his eyes had my breath catching, but he drove into me harder like I asked, forcing it out.

  Our eyes stayed locked as my orgasm approached like an ominous huge wave. Right before it hit Evan closed his eyes and let out a long guttural groan and I could feel him expanding and pulsing within me, stretching me even more. That was all I needed…the wave smashed into me and I might have pulled some of his hair out as my entire body spasmed violently.

  Could someone die from too much pleasure? I clutched at him helplessly as I was turned inside-out.

  My contractions gradually weakened, but my muscles continued to quiver from the tsunami of sensations that Evan had brought forth from me.

  My wits slowly returned and I could only lay there dumbfounded and terrified at what I’d just experienced, because that did not seem normal. I wanted to ask him if what he’d done to me was an average night of sex for him but I didn’t have the nerve. I also didn’t want to know.

  I thought our first night together had been really, really good…and thinking about that night had my thoughts zinging to places I didn’t want to go…Was he going to say or do something hurtful to me like last time…ruining everything?

  Evan had collapsed heavily on top of me, chest heaving and breathing deeply, and didn’t seem inclined to chatter so maybe we’d just fall asleep and I wouldn’t have to worry about that.

  But what if he was staying silent because he was trying to figure out how to jam now that the deed was done? Was Evan a sleep over type of guy or did he go home soon after? He’d stuck around after those times we’d fooled around, but we’d moved onto the ‘climax’—so to speak—and this could be the point in time things changed.

  I’d initiated sex because I had to find out if they would, but now I was afraid. I thought getting this ‘relationship’ moving forward and concluded quicker would leave my heart less destroyed but I think I had been fooling myself. No…I know I had.

  God…I needed someone to cane me for how pathetic I was being; worrying and whining.

  Evan disengaged himself from me with a short deep grunt and I quaked softly at the separation.

  “Are you okay?” He moved to my side and stared down at me with dilated, solemn eyes and flushed cheeks.

  God, he was gorgeous.

  Swallowing, I answered robotically. “I’m fine. Why?”

  Feeling suddenly exposed, and not just physically, I grabbed the edge of my comforter and pulled it over me while looking for my clothes…any clothes. My sleep shirt was under my pillow and I grabbed for it like a life jacket, tugging it over my head.

  There was a minute pause before he pressed forward. “Shaw, you went from completely relaxed to rigid, and instead of your breathing slowing in relaxation it started to get erratic again.”

  “I was just having a difficult time breathing because you weigh a ton, that’s all.” I forced a laugh and made to climb from the bed but Evan’s hand stopped me.

  He gave me a firm, but gentle tug, and then I was under him again…caged. His penetrating amber stare examined me and I tried my best not to squirm. His nakedness wasn’t helping.

  “What’s with the eye avoiding?”

  Swallowing my cowardice I made myself meet his gaze, and tried not to melt at how the amber intensity of it affected me. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

  Eyes hooded, he silently scrutinized me. “I fucked up again.”

  I frowned in confusion and rising anxiety. “What…what do you mean?”

  “I forgot the damn condom again. That’s fucking twice now with you. It’s never skipped my mind before, but every time my dick gets near your…” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “There’s no fucking excuse for my irresponsibility.”

  My gaze shifted down to his perfect Roman nose. “I’m the one that made the move so the fault would lie with me. I figured since I was on the pill you would be fine with going without one. I’m sorry if I overstepped...”

  He leaned down to nip at my lips. “Believe me, if you’re fine with it I’m fine with it, and I’m clean, but I swore to myself I would…I just want you to trust that my first thought is to keep you safe.”

  I did trust him to keep me safe from diseases, but my heart was a different matter.

  “Well, since that’s cleared up. I need to get to the bathroom and take care of myself, because no condom means…” Going red I left it at that and tapped at his arm to move.

  Mercifully, he did after one last concentrated stare and I jack-knifed up out of the bed rushing to the bathroom on jello legs. I sent up a prayer that the fluid dripping from me wasn’t leaving a trail behind me. Closing the bathroom door I grabbed a washcloth and moistened it. I was still sensitive and wiping myself sent a shudder of aftershocks through me.

  That man was dangerously incredible at the sex thing, and that thought was both shiver inducing and grating.

  After cleaning myself I was not in a hurry to leave the bathroom, so I ended up washing my face and brushing my teeth to waste some time. Witnessing my reflection in the mirror had me freezing and gaping for an instant. My face was still flushed, my eyes dazed, and my lips swollen bearing witness to the typhoon I just lived through. Instead of gathering my wild hair up and out of the way I used it to hide behind as I took a deep breath and opened the door.

  I was expecting Evan to be fully dressed when I stepped out but instead he was standing against the wall waiting for me in only his boxers. I couldn’t stop my gaze from drinking him in, and my core clenched with renewed desire.

  Like I said…dangerous.

  I shuffled to the side nervously. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even think that you might need to use the bathroom.”

  His head cocked to the side like he was trying to figure something out, and then he stepped up to me. Tilting my chin up, he brushed his lips over mine softly. “No problem.”

  He stepped into the bathroom, closing the door, and I stared at it for a moment exhaling a shuddery breath. Shit, I was so screwed. Hurrying into my bedroom I pulled on some clean underwear and pajama pants. Plopping down in my computer chair I booted up my computer and was just opening up a window to some pseudo work when Evan walked back
in the bedroom.

  “What are you doing?” He asked.

  Even through my own freak out I could see that he was looking slightly on edge as well. Was that because he couldn’t wait to leave?

  “I’ve got course work I wasn’t able to get to because of my undercover work tonight. I don’t want to be up until midnight trying to get it done.” Was that enough of a hint to let him know I had no problem with him leaving?

  I tapped a few keys and peeked out the corner of my eye to find him staring at me. Was that a frown? Was he mad?

  Three Mississippi’s later he moved into my room and I heard him dressing. Thank god! Thirteen Mississippi’s later I heard and felt him move up behind me.

  “Should I leave so you can finish?”

  “Uhm…I guess…I mean, I don’t know how much fun I’m going to be…and you have work in the morning…and it’s close to that time you normally leave anyway.” Shit, my monkey brain couldn’t seem to form complete sentences, and my throat was starting to form this thick ball making it hard to swallow.

  He didn’t answer right away. “Well, I don’t want to be the cause of you getting bad grades.” His hands clapped onto my shoulders and he spun my chair around so that I faced him.

  He was frowning, but it didn’t seem angry. It was more like…confused. Abruptly, he hauled me up out of the chair meshing our lips together. My lips opened for him like a lock to a key. The kiss lasted lots of Mississippi’s, and when he finally released me I noted through my lust haze that he was still frowning.

  Clearing his throat he pulled me along with him to the front door. Turning and giving me one last kiss he opened the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Red.”

  And then he was gone. After locking the door my head thumped forward on it. Why couldn’t I be one of those girls who crashed with the guy they had amazing sex with and enjoy the afterglow?

  Swallowing the lump in my throat and swiping away the one random tear that I couldn’t hold back, I sighed forlornly…that would be because I wasn’t like those girls.

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