CHAPTER FOURTEEN
REBECCA
ANOTHER BUTTON. THEN ANOTHER.
I’M paralyzed. Unable to move. My mouth opens in a sigh as my eyes close, and I feel my lip unstick from my bitten lower lip. Every nerve sings in a forest of sensations. I can feel every part of me: earlobes, big toe, tip of my nose.
With my eyes closed, I sense Evan without seeing. I can feel him in front of me, and for a moment I think he’ll kiss me. But his mouth moves to the open V of my blouse. To the bra his hands move to unfasten.
The weight of my breasts, as they settle into his hand, is its own exhilaration. My nerves have never been so keyed up, this on edge.
We’re two stones rolling down a hill, gathering momentum. Faster and faster.
My eyes open as Evan kisses his way down my chest, opening my blouse the rest of the way as he goes. My nipples are hard, aroused just by the soft brush of fabric. A moment later he’s pulling the blouse down and off. My bra hits the floor with a sound like puffing smoke. I’m bare from the waist up, gooseflesh forming. Is it cold? Or as afraid as I am excited?
Evan’s mouth on me, moving to my waist before he comes back up, taking my right nipple between his lips. His warmth is addictive.
I pull him closer. My hands are behind him then, cupping his ass, pulling him against my body. I feel the hard column of his erect cock settle between my legs, into the crevice of my too tight skirt. I want to feel it more. To have nothing between us.
My hands are up, unbuttoning his shirt, moving slower than I’d like because I can only imagine how much it costs. But Evan takes over, pulling buttons through holes with enough force to rip it.
A frenzy, our mouths finally together, lips mashing, hot and wet. It’s all lips and tongue, with neither of us caring. We want it sloppy, crave the mess and the chaos. We sink into it.
His shirt lands beside my blouse. My hands are on him, finding the contours of his chest, his shoulders, his arms. I run my hands down his washboard stomach, feeling him twitch when I reach his belt line.
His right hand is on my tit, rubbing it, rough but nowhere near too rough. His mouth massacres mine. I stumble two steps backward and find myself pressed into the wall beside the window, pinned enough that Evan’s hand can easily move down, low between my legs.
Just above the knee. Mid-thigh. Moving up, slowly.
I’m so hot. So wet. My pussy has its own mind, throbbing with desire. I can feel my pulse everywhere. Hear Evan’s hot breath in my ear as he moves up and devours it.
The hand slides up as his chest presses against mine, my nipples grazing his hard body.
He moves down. Reaches under my skirt and pulls my panties down. But not all the way; they hang mid-thigh with my wet pussy begging for attention. He doesn’t give it right away. He lifts me as he straightens up.
Now I’m weightless and pinned to the wall.
Evan yanks my panties the rest of the way down and off, his movements possessed. They still dangle from one foot as he parts my legs and moves between them.
I’m spun around. Then I’m sitting on the conference flat top, so like that large table at the restaurant where I imagined so many dirty things.
His hand are on my bare chest. Pushing me to lie back. But I don’t want to go.
My hands are at his belt, undoing it, opening his fly, reaching inside to paw his cock through his boxer briefs. I can feel its head, its length, its rigidity like a girder. It pushes into my hand, responding to my touch.
Evan lays me down, but as soon as he’s stripped away my skirt to leave me bare-ass naked on the table in only my heels, I curve my body around again to rub his cock. I can’t be without it. I need it in my hand. I have to get it into my mouth.
We must look like pretzels.
Evan moves down as I shove his pants to his knees, bending over me to put his face between my spread legs. I gasp as his hot mouth meets my pussy, unwinding something deep inside me, begging for more.
But I’m twisted back toward him as he stands beside the table, refusing to stop my work of freeing his pulsing dick from its prison.
A wiggle puts us in a standing-lying 69: me on my back with my head near the table’s edge and my ass near its center, Evan bent over me licking my pussy.
It’s hard to concentrate; I think I might come any second. Everything is tense; nothing is relaxed. I need him. I need him inside me.
One final twist and I’m able to turn my head toward him, slipping his shaft between my lips.
I suck it, desperate for it. Desperate for him.
His tongue flicks across my clit, sending thrills up the insides of my legs, through my core.
I add a hand, now pumping his cock with my fist while my lips devour it. I can feel the way it surges, pressing into me with urgency.
His balls clench. If I keep this up, he’ll come in my mouth.
I come first, the thought tinder for my fire. Suddenly the idea of Evan exploding across my tongue is the hottest thing in my world.
I suck him harder, jacking hard with one hand, using my saliva to lubricate. I have to stop as my orgasm racks me, as Evan’s tongue moves from my sensitive clit to my pussy lips, and at that moment, all I can do is grip Evan’s cock and hold on.
“If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your mouth,” he pants.
I’m in no state to answer. My breath is only now starting to recover, my body electric. Evan straightens, my pussy missing him already. He takes that beautiful dick from my lips and pulls me from the table, then turns me around to bend me over it. There is no courtesy left in him. Only need.
His hand on my bare back, pressing me flat, tits to the polished wood.
I feel his hot tip press against my wet opening. I gasp as he enters me, as he fills me with his throbbing length. It’s big, but not too much to take. I sigh as he seats against my ass, fully inside me.
Evan thrusts. Harder and faster. He lifts me up, uses both hands to grab my breasts as they hang beneath me. I feel his every thrust, making all of me shake.
“Oh my God, Rebecca — I’m going to come!”
I turn my head and whisper, “I’m on the pill.”
I’m crazy. I’m reckless. I never think of what’s best.
But my words drive Evan over the edge, and he slams into me harder.
I think I come again as he reaches his peak but it’s all a stew: bodies and sweat and sensations and bliss; I can’t separate me from him or him from me.
With a grunt and a thrust, Evan comes inside me, pushing so hard against my ass that the table presses lines into my upper thighs.
Aftershocks. Waves passing.
Finally, Evan pulls out. He sits, breathing heavy, as I move to sit beside him.
“I guess you were right,” he says. “I didn’t know what I was getting into.”