Evaleigh (2 page)

She pressed him back against the tile, demanding to be in charge of the encounter. He succumbed, his hands lowering to grip her ass. With a more forceful motion, she jerked back, a teasing smile on her lips.

“As I said, you’d be easy to—“

His hands snagged her hips, pulling her close. She yelped as his lips closed over hers, leaving no room for argument. He kissed her hard, his passion overwhelming her better judgment, but he pushed her away. Breathless, shocked
, and wishing he hadn’t stopped, she stared up at him as the water rained down on them.

Her chest rose and fell too quickly, and he seemed unable to breathe normally as well. They stared at each other like fighters sizing the other up. Unable to quiet the shouting in her head, she launched herself at him, pressing her lips to his and wrapping her arms around his neck. His hands fell to her hips, then pushed her away even as his lips parted to give her tongue access.

“Stop.” His voice was hoarse. He turned his face to the side, as if trying to gather his thoughts and failing so long as he saw her naked form before him. She folded her arms under her breasts and cocked a hip to the side.

“Problem?” she asked, her tone a perfect mixture of concern and tart chill.

“You know damn well what the problem is. If Dad and Lanie find out we—“

“Yeah ‘cause I’d tell them.” She let out an unladylike snort and turned to enjoy the full fury of the shower while he stood, leaning on the cool tile wall.

“Even if you didn’t, we’d know.”

“You feel guilty of the strangest things, brother. It’s a body. It has needs. Sex is a natural, normal impulse.” She turned, lifting her arms up over her head to wring out her hair. 

“Now is not the time for one of your lectures.” His terseness surprised her.

“Would you feel better if we—“

“Please don’t finish that sentence.” His tone darkened, the words sounding like a threat.

“What? I was going to say we could pretend it never happened.” She glanced up at him from innocent, water drop heavy lashes.

“No, no I don’t think I can. That was a dick move, Evaleigh.” His use of her full name instead of the nickname he’d given her years ago startled her further, and she sputtered.

“I just... I wanted to prove—“

“Yeah, I get it.” He reached past her and turned off the water. “You’re so good at tricking people. You’re smarter, better, whatever.” He got out of the tub, leaving her with quickly-gathering tears and arms folded in defense of his cruel words.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, dropping her head as tears slipped down her cheeks.

He let out a sharp sigh. When his hands gripped her shoulders, she flinched. His hands dropped away and he got out of the shower. Upset, she turned off the water. When she pulled the curtain aside, she was alone in the bathroom. Grabbing a clean towel, she dried off, her mind working. She could sneak out if he was pissed off. He wouldn’t be as attentive, she was sure.

While she rubbed down, he opened the door without looking and tossed a shirt at her. She caught it, realizing it was one of his and her heart sank.
So much for thinking he wouldn’t be paying attention.

She hung up her towel and pulled on the soft cotton tee. It hung to mid thigh, and she smoothed the black material over her hips. With her chin held high, she paraded out of the room and toward the bed.
His lanky form was stretched across the right side. His arms were folded, his hands behind his head. He didn’t look at her as she crawled up on the bed and she watched the movie he’d put on.

Tension seemed so thic
k in the air she was sure she’d choke on it. For her at least, most of the tension came from being so aroused. He’d been so raw, so angry. That passion really got her going, though he couldn’t be more distant at the moment. So she pushed it.

Snuggling close to him, she threw a leg across his hips. Resting her hand on his chest, she put her cheek on his shoulder. The movie didn’t interest her, but the thick male musk rolling off him did. He was tense and his heart beat slammed against her palm. A smile played at her lips. He was aroused, no doubt about it. He could play coy, but his body couldn’t lie.

Lifting a bit, she pressed several kisses along his jaw. He continued to ignore her, but she was done playing around. In a quick motion she got up, straddling his hips while he stared up at her from narrowed eyes.

Shifting her weight forward, she enjoyed the slide of his erection against her. His hands lifted, but she caught them, regarding him with her most serious expression.

“Don’t.”

“We can’t—“

“Relax.” She leaned down to kiss his lips, feeling his hips lift under her. Her breath caught and goosebumps scattered across her flesh. His hands made their way to her hips and pressed her down onto him with more force. She trailed kisses to the corner of his lips, loving how soft they felt against her own. He didn’t move, as if participating more than responding would add to his discomfort.

Her eager lips sampled his neck, the pulse banging the hollow at the base of his throat, and the soft lobe of his ear. Under her, she could feel him growing harder, the thin layer of his boxers leaving her craving more. He groaned, the rumble under her lips a startlingly wonderful sensation.

She climbed off him, tasting his chest, his taut stomach, the line of his narrow hips. When she caught the edge of his shorts, his fingers wrapped around her wrists. She glanced up at him, catching the dark glare he’d leveled at her. Keeping her gaze on his, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his wrists as she moved her legs between his. His hands let her shift and she ran her tongue across the knuckles of his right hand. He pressed his head back into the pillow, his nostrils flaring.

Scared to speak for fear the moment would be lost, she nibbled his
thumb, then ran her tongue the length of it. He let out a guttural moan and she felt his grip loosen. Pulling his thumb into her mouth, she sucked at it gently, letting him know, without a doubt, what she was planning.

His hands released her and she let his thumb slide out of her mouth slowly. Tugging his shorts down, she watched his cock spring straight up before bending to rest next to his belly button. Thrilled by the sight of it, she worked his sorts down and dropped them at the foot of the bed.

When she was back in position, she wrapped her fingers around the velvet steel of him and licked her lips. He’d gone completely still and she wondered if he was unsure or if she’d still not completely convinced him. While he wasn’t telling her no, though, she planned to press on.

From the base of her thumb where she griped him, she ran her flattened tongue up the length of him, loving his heat and the soft feel of his skin. He jolted and she gave him the same t
reatment two, three times, loving the control she had over him at that moment.

Reaching the tip of him, she swirled her tongue around his crown, loving the twitch of his stomach with every pass she made over the top. Taking his head in her mouth, she sucked at him with gentle pressure, catching his passion-hazy gaze.

Keeping her focus on the dark depths of his eyes, she plunged, taking as much of him as she could in one quick gulp. His eyes squeezed closed, his hands reaching down to grip handfuls of her hair as she eased back up. With another quick dive she managed to get more than half his length into her mouth before her body tried to gag.

With a deep breath to calm the instinct, she blinked at her gathering tears. Rising ever so slowly, she swirled her tongue around the tip of him a few more times, trying to make sure he couldn’t anticipate her next move. Part of her wanted to surprise him.

Taking another deep breath, she lunged down, taking him all the way back into her throat and holding him there. He jerked, a startled grunt leaving his lips. With small, quick breaths out of her nose, she swallowed, letting her throat close around him.

His hands pulled back on her hair and she struggled to keep him buried in her throat. In an evasive motion, he managed to pull his hips away and lift her head. Forced to release him, she took a breath to speak.

Before she could utter a word, he yanked her shirt up and off, then pushed her to her knees.  She could feel her juices seeping down her thighs as he got to his knees behind her. With a quick thrust, he rammed into her. She yelped as her body stretched around his unforgiving hardness and his rough handling. Loving how he slowed, forcing her to accommodate him, she reached down and teased her clit. The little bolts of pleasure increased as he began a steady in and out motion with his hips.

“Talk to me,” she begged.

“I love how good you are with your mouth and I wish we’d done this sooner.”

She groaned.

His voice lowered to a growl. “Your pussy is so tight. If Dad or Lanie walked in on us right now, I wouldn’t stop.”

His speed increased and she let out a whimper. “You’re a dirty bastard.” she gasped.

“You have no idea.” His hands gripped her hips with a pressure that both ached and excited her. With every smooth plunge into her, she could feel her body opening to him more and more.

“You should see this from my angle,” he said, “My cock sliding in and out of your pussy, wet with your juices. Fuck, you’re so wet.” His growling words brought a purr to her throat.

She increased the pressure and speed of her fingers on her clit, the warmth spiraling in her belly growing. His hand pressed between her shoulder blades, pushing her down a bit. Her nipples brushed the comforter with every thrust, intensifying the pleasure balling in her belly.

The phone trilled and he leaned a bit. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and pressed her face into the bed before answering.

“Hello?” His pace didn’t slow and she had to bite back a moan of pleasure at the thought of him fucking her while carrying on a conversation.

“I see,” he
said, slamming into her before continuing. “Alright. I’ll let her know.”

He hung up the phone and tossed it onto his pillow before pulling out her completely. She let out an angry groan and he flipped her over.

“Off the bed,” he said and she furrowed her brows at him.

He stood, then walked a few paces toward an open area
next to the wall and squatted down, knees apart a few inches, and opened his arms to her.

Without hesitation, she
followed him. Straddling his legs she squealed as he pulled her down into his lap. With her legs outside his, her breasts crushed to his chest and his hand firmly pressing into her lower back, she let out a happy sigh as he eased his cock up into her. The pressure on her clit took her breath away as his lips met hers.

His tongue met hers and his hips moved.
She clung to him, both hating the limited motion of the position and loving the way it felt. His balance held them both and his rocking motions put the maximum pressure on her button while he pushed up with his hips and pulled her into him with his hand on her lower back.

The rollicking motion brought a smile to her lips as she broke the kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers. Nose to nose, with him, she listened to his sharp breaths until he spoke.

“I hope you don’t mind. I needed you closer. Your tits feel incredible against me.”

With a smile she whispered, “I had no idea you were so adventurous.”

The gentle rolling motion reminded her of a boat on stormy seas, and he let out a terse chuckle as he responded. “When you’re overly large you have to get creative.”

“Oh, are you? I hadn’t noticed,” she teased. Without warning he shifted, taking her down on her back. She cried out as he plunged into her so deep pain burst through her belly, the sensation adding to her already mounting pleasure. Before she could respond, he pulled her back up.

“No?” he asked, arching a brow at her.

“Nah.”

“That was just over half. I’m impressed.”

“Don’t be impressed until I can take the whole thing.”

He released his breath in a hiss, his speed increasing. “Jesus, Evie.”

With every motion, the pressure on her clit became almost unbearable. She could feel her body tightening. His hand on her back kept her moving and he thrust harder.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asked, and she let out a shuddering breath and nodded. He tangled a hand in her hair and pulled her head back. His lips claimed her throat as he pulled her back further.

“Damn you look so sexy.”

She whined, then caught her breath. “You say that because you’re watching my tits bounce.”

He laughed. “You say that as if it’s a bad thing.”

“Oh, no. It’s good.” She shivered as her nipples brushed his chest with every plunge of his cock.

“Yes, it is.” He growled the words and she gasped as the world shattered. Dots of white filled her vision and dizziness overcame her as spasms
throbbed deep in her pussy.

“Fuck,” he said, his voice thick, “That’s a good girl.” His teeth scraped her throat while she shuddered, pleasure ripping through every inch of her body. He continued his breakneck pace, his cock swelling within her. Goosebumps erupted across her skin and she gasped. Heat pooled in her belly and the slick friction of his dick thrusting up into her and partially retreating had her shivering as her orgasm abated.