CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
REBECCA
I ALWAYS WANTED TO FUCK him.
It feels wrong and right in unison, and I’m tired of pretending it doesn’t. But on my knees, I realized how close Evan was — how much the night had primed us — I wanted to make him come even more. I wanted something filthy, like his spunk running down my tits.
I assumed, when I decided to take him all the way, that we’d have to resume in the morning, or at least later tonight.
But he’s looking at me like a beast.
Like he’d attack me as easily as he’d take me.
He leads me to the bed. We’re side by side, mouths mashing like mad, his hand on my pussy — rolling across my clit, stroking it, slipping a finger inside.
I’m so wet. I was soaking my panties on the plane.
I pushed this back as far as I could. I didn’t want to give in, because I make mistakes whenever I do. But Evan drives me crazy — crazier, I think. He’s normally impressive, but tonight he was something new. An unstoppable force. A man possessed by drive and mission.
A man who means to change the world, and make wrongs right.
I was helpless. I tried to fight the feeling as long as I could, but when I realized we’d be staying at a hotel, a wave washed over me. I could barely speak. If I did, the last of my control would shatter, and I’d have fucked him right in the lobby. Getting up here was like crossing a crowded room with a platter full of delicate crystal. One bump and it’d all be over.
Now we’re all hands. Mine is on his cock, which is, if anything, harder than ever. His works my pussy, but I’m so keyed up; it doesn’t even matter what he touches or how he touches it. Everything is electric and my dial is turned up to eleven. I come twice, at least. It’s hard to keep track. I’m no longer a rational being as Evan murders my lips with his, as I submit to the force of him.
He’s an animal. I’m his prey.
He’s on his back, shaft pointing to the ceiling.
“Sit on my cock, Rebecca. I want to watch you fuck me.”
I climb on to him, then am about to reach back and slide his cock inside when he does it himself, hands-free. I’m barely above him before I feel his hot head parting my soaking folds, sliding inside. Despite my flowing juices, it’s tighter than it should be. I’m gripping him so hard; he must think I’m doing Kegels.
“Holy shit, Rebecca. You’re so tight. You turn me on so much.”
I rise up. Slide down. His cock inside me is a hot piece of iron. I feel his every inch.
His hands palm my breasts. My head rolls back, chest pushing out. I move faster, my pussy still on him like a gripped fist.
“You’re going to make me come again. Fuck yes, Rebecca. Ride my cock and make me come inside you.”
His palms become pawing grips, growing rough. I love it. I want more. I go faster, riding higher. My hand finds my clit, rubbing it while Evan’s dick is inside me.
Faster.
Harder.
And faster.
The bed bounces beneath us, racking the wall. I cry out, calling his name, as another orgasm surprises me. That’s never happened before.
“Fuck me, Rebecca. Keep riding my cock!”
I want it harder. Louder. I reach down, grip his chest, leaving claw marks.
“Oh my God, keep riding me with that pussy!”
The long tail of my orgasm is still on me, but this one is like a whip. I thought it was happening earlier, but it was only building. A long, intense swelling, lasting half a minute. Now the head hits me.
I shout, and for a second I can’t see a thing.
Evan grips my hips. Slams up hard inside me. I’m taking every bit of his length. And as he arches up, he comes again. I feel its heat, the way our congress lubricates further, how suddenly we’re nothing but sweat and fluid.
Lips meet lips. I can’t get enough of him. His hands grasp the sides of my head, covering my ears. His mouth is unable to get all it wants.
Slowly we come down. I slide off, rolling to lay beside him.
But with the departure of euphoria, a few of my standard worries return.
You screwed it up. You should have resisted.
But another voice inside me says: Just enjoy it for once, you bitch.
We say nothing, and within ten minutes, we’re both asleep.