Chapter Five
Nick
I wasn’t a monster, and I wasn’t an asshole. But Evie’s request had made me feel like one for a few minutes. I knew what a lot of people saw when they looked at me, especially here in Dallas. Near the SMU campus? I stuck out like a sore tattooed thumb. And that was fine by me, because I liked me. I liked my shop, I liked my art, and I liked who I was.
I guess Evie didn’t have that luxury, which made me sad for her. It also made me wish I would have gone in a different direction with the advice I’d given her earlier. I had wanted her to learn to be happy in her own skin, but it must have come out all wrong. Because she was standing in front of me, naked except for the blanket still wrapped around her body, asking me to keep going.
After our argument in the kitchen, which she’d won, I’d picked her up and carried her back to the couch. I sat her in my lap, kissing her lips and showing her how to grind against me. Showing her what friction felt like, showing her how to move and make herself feel good. Her head fell back, her long hair tickling my hands on her hips. I wanted to wrap it in my fist. I wanted her down on her knees in front of me, her eyes pleading. But I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t make this night about anything but her.
She’d backed me into a corner, and I truly hated her for it for a good three minutes. But then she’d dug her nails into my shoulders and bit that sexy bottom lip of hers. After that, all my hate went away. In its place was affection, and a fuck ton of lust. I’d told her to stand up. I’d ordered her to lose the borrowed shorts. I moved her panties to the side, teasing her clit and making her cry out in a quick release. She was so responsive to my every touch. I hadn’t even been inside her yet, and I had her panting and begging for more in my arms.
“Keep going, Nick, please.” Her forehead was on my shoulder, her breaths hot against my bare skin.
I put my hands under her thighs, lifting her effortlessly and setting her down on her back. I hovered over her face, brushing light kisses against her lips. Each time she arched up, searching for more contact. “Say it again, dove.” I needed to be sure every step of the way. I needed to be sure.
“Keep going.” She wrapped her arm around my neck, pulling my mouth down to collide with hers. “Please, Nick.” My name, whispered from her lips, was the hottest sound I’d ever heard.
I moved down her body, trailing wet kisses along the way before I settled between her creamy thighs. I watched as I slid two fingers inside her, making her eyes widen in surprise. She tensed up a bit, but her expression was still relaxed, lust filled. “Stop tightening up, let go a little.” I nipped at her smooth skin.
When she did what I asked, I started to move my fingers in and out of her tight pussy. I needed her pliant and liquid before I even attempted to fuck her. I could lie to myself and say that the jury was still out, that I might not go through with it. But that was utter bullshit. I was completely enamored with the girl writhing against my hand. I loved the thought of being the first person inside her body, like I loved being the first person to ink her skin. I was a sick bastard, and I was going to hell.
I dipped down, taking her clit in my mouth and working her to another, louder, release. She was all but screaming. The quiet virgin was disappearing before my hungry eyes. I got off the couch, holding my hand out and helping her to her feet.
“What’s wrong?”
I put my finger to my lips and led her into my bedroom. I wasn’t going to let her first time be on a damn couch. I’d meant what I’d said earlier. I wasn’t going to let her treat tonight like it was nothing, and I wasn’t going to either. I pulled her against me, kissing her, letting my hands travel all over her naked body. My dick was so unbelievably hard by this point and still straining against my zipper. This time when her hands moved to my buttons, they were steady. She wasn’t nervous anymore, and that made me smile.
My jeans fell to the floor and I picked her up, laying her on the bed and covering her with my body. I stared into her eyes. “Tell me, dove.”
She placed her hands on my face, her gaze never wavering. “Keep going.”
I closed my eyes, letting my head rest against her collarbone while I tried to gather my composure. In that moment, I wanted Evie James more than I had ever wanted anyone. I wanted to take this from her. I wanted it to be mine. My body was almost shaking in anticipation. I was a fucking bastard. “Say it again.” I reached into my nightstand, grabbing a condom from the box. I stood on my knees, putting it on and looking only at her.
“I want you to keep going. I want you to take it, it’s yours.”
Mine. A piece of her would always belong to me, and that was the only thought on my mind when I entered her tight center for the first time. The feel of her pussy fisting my dick stole my breath. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I closed my eyes, trying real fucking hard to gather some composure. I was twenty-four. I’d been with plenty of chicks. But Evie James? This girl was something else.
I met her stare, her gaze telling me the answer to my unasked questions. She was ready. I pulled out a little, and then surged back in, breaking through her thin barrier. I groaned and she whimpered, I moved slowly and she begged for more. I’d planned to be gentle. I’d planned to be a gentleman. But Evie had other ideas, apparently.
“Please, Nick, more.” She dug her nails into my ass. “I’m fine, I promise.”
I clenched my molars, fighting my impending release. She was fine, but I wasn’t. “You’re so fucking tight, dove. I can’t…” I didn’t want to hurt her, but I couldn’t contain myself. She wanted more, I’d give it to her gladly. I started thrusting into her, and she cried out my name. When she arched her head back, I couldn’t help but take her soft flesh in my mouth. Evie tasted as good as she felt.
“Oh my god, Nick.” The awe in her voice made me feel like the luckiest man on the planet. I could feel her orgasm coming. I could feel her body start to shake. “More.”
I hammered into her twice before she screamed out her release. Her tight pussy, my name on her lips, it was all too much. I filled her completely and then came harder than I ever have before. I stayed inside her. I didn’t want to leave. I hovered over her, my eyes closed, listening to her breaths start to even out. I was afraid to open my eyes. Afraid that she’d look hurt, or confused—or worse, regretful. She wanted one night, that was the agreement. That was always my agreement, so why the hell was I still inside her perfect body?
“Nick?”
“Yeah?” My voice was rough.
“Are you okay?”
I snorted and opened my eyes with a smile on my face. “Am I okay? Really?”
She winced. “Well, you look kind of…pained or something.” She sat up, moving back in the pillows and causing my cock to slip from her pussy.
I hated that I felt the loss. What was this chick doing to me? Had she drugged me? “I’m fine, dove.” I quickly tied and tossed the condom into the trash and then sat beside her on my bed. “Are you okay?”
She put her hand on my arm. “I’m more than okay.”
“No regrets?” I turned to study her expression, searching for lies.
But she smiled, shaking her head. “None.” She grabbed a t-shirt from the foot of my bed where I’d folded laundry that morning, slipping it over her head and making my dick roar back to life. “Is that normal?”
I looked down at my crotch, where she was pointing, an inquisitive look on her beautiful face. “My dick?” That would be a somewhat rude question coming from someone who hadn’t lost their virginity three minutes ago. “I mean, I like to think its above average but—”
“No.” She laughed and the sound only made it swell more. “It’s still hard. Did you not, um…was I not…”
I took her face in my hands, a chuckle on my lips as I kissed her. “You were perfect. And it’s not still hard, it’s hard again.” I kissed her a second time, tangling my tongue with hers for a brief moment before pulling away. “It likes seeing you wearing my t-shirt.” Because it was a traitorous bastard.
“It?” She wrinkled her nose, which was really fucking cute.
“It has a mind of its own, so it’s a separate entity.”
Evie reached out with her finger, sweeping a bead of cum off the head. I watched, not breathing, as she brought her finger to her lips. Her tongue darted out to taste it and I worked hard to swallow. Her eyes met mine as she licked her perfect lips. “Can I, um, like, touch it?”
“Evie, it’s been inside your body, you can do whatever you want to it.” I laughed. “Hell, it probably wouldn’t care if you cut it off as long as you played with it a little first.” I lay down on my back, switching the small lamp on beside my bed. I wanted to see her. I wanted to watch her. I wanted to be part of all her experiences. I wanted everything that happened tonight to be a perfect memory for her.
As much as I wanted to keep her, I knew I couldn’t.
Evie James had a life she was hell bent on living, and I wouldn’t stand in her way.