Chapter Five
Scarlett
I couldn’t get Evan out of my mind. Everything about him screamed sex appeal, and I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me. The way he’d been with me last night… I shivered just thinking about it. He’d been so forward, so demanding. It had made me wet, aroused all the way down to my core.
We would have fucked if it hadn’t been for Lily. Her arrival had been such a close call, it had sucked the mood right out of the room. At least, for me. Evan had looked as ready to fuck as ever after she’d left, but I couldn’t just turn it on again like that.
Not with a stranger.
Of course, Evan wasn’t exactly a stranger. I had known him for as long as I could remember. But he’d always been a sort of father figure, not a lover. Even if I’d fantasized about him so many times. I’d seen that as the thoughts of a dirty school girl–nothing that would manifest itself.
All that had changed during the past few days, and I saw him in a different light now.
I wanted him differently now.
Which was why, after my coffee with Lily, I called Evan and asked him if I could come over to his place to speak to him.
I wasn’t planning on speaking much. I was worried Lily would show up again. I couldn’t do a scare two nights in a row. Evan was still my best friend’s dad, and if she found out what we were doing, she would lose her shit. I doubted she would be okay with me sleeping with her dad, let alone knowing I would carry his child.
I pushed the thoughts away in the cab on the way to Evan’s place. The mansion was spectacular. Last night, I hadn’t been able to take in much of it. I’d had other things on my mind. Today, I had time to look at the place as I walked up to the front door.
Lily had grown up in a different house–the Burkes had stayed a couple of blocks to the North in a home that had been suited for sleepovers and movie nights and pool parties. This place was something else. It was a bachelor pad on steroids.
The front door was double volume with stained glass on either side and big golden handles. I pulled the chain and a doorbell sounded like it belonged to a cathedral instead.
It didn’t take very long before Evan opened the door with a grin.
“I expected a butler,” I said.
“I sent the help home, today. I wanted to give us the chance to be alone.”
I smiled. “Your doorbell is fancy,” I said.
“That hasn’t been used in years,” he said.
“What do you have it for, then?”
He shrugged. “With phone calls and texts, I always know when people arrive.”
He stepped to the side and let me in. The entrance hall was just as spectacular as the front door. White walls stretched up to a high ceiling with windows at the top, letting in light without sacrificing privacy. A staircase led to a second floor on the right, and the left was covered with a large abstract painting.
“This place is great,” I said.
“Come through to the bar,” Evan said.
I followed him through the living room into another room that was clearly meant for entertaining. Large double doors opened onto a patio. I could see the edge of a pool beyond that, and in the dimming light of the setting sun, the garden looked immaculate. I imagined Evan having lavish parties here with guests that dressed to the nines and shimmied around bragging about their money.
How was he going to make space for a baby in this life? He was living the single, carefree life again.
I turned my attention to Evan. He stood behind the bar, pouring two glasses of red wine. The drink of seduction, I’d read somewhere. Evan looked as rich as his surroundings. He wore a turtle neck and a blazer that would have made him look like an old man if it hadn’t been for his great physique and his distinguished features. When he looked up at me, feeling my eyes on him, his eyes had a twinkle of mischief in them, and he gave me a naughty smile.
He walked toward me and handed me the glass of wine.
“We’re not going to be interrupted tonight?” I asked.
Evan shook his head. “I’ve made sure that everyone knows I have a very important meeting tonight, and I’m not to be disturbed.”
I smiled and sipped my wine. It was dry and floral, sliding down my throat.
We drank wine and talked about trivial things, making small talk, getting comfortable around each other. The wine made me feel light and warm. I was getting more at ease. I sat on a bar stool at the bar, and Evan leaned on it with one elbow, his body turned to me. I was aware of how close he was, of the smell of his cologne wrapping around me. My legs were deliciously numb from the wine, and I felt the familiar twinge of arousal in my crotch.
Alcohol always turned me on. Having Evan next to me, attractive and oh-so-male, nudged me along.
“I’m glad last night didn’t scare you off,” Evan said. He trailed his fingertips along my bare thigh. I’d chosen a summer dress and cork wedges to come see him. Dresses made me feel sexier, more elegant.
“It will take more than that to get rid of me,” I said.
Evan slid his hand up my thigh, and I shivered.
“I’m glad,” he said. He was inching closer to me with his face. “I would hate to lose you because of ill timing.”
“You pay me to be here, remember?” I whispered, smiling. My eyes were on his lips. He was only inches away from me now. When I glanced at his eyes, they were on my lips, too. I closed my eyes, and a moment later, Evan’s lips pressed against mine.
The current that seemed to always accompany him coursed through my body, and I sighed into his mouth. Evan put his hand behind my neck and kissed me. The kiss became urgent very quickly. His tongue slipped into my mouth.
I opened my legs so he could stand between them, our wine glasses forgotten on the bar. Evan’s other hand cupped my cheek before he trailed it down my neck, thumbing my collarbone for a moment before he moved onto the skin on my chest. His hands were sure, knowing where they were headed.
I gasped when his hand slid onto my breast and he massaged me. I could feel my nipples harden against the padding of my bra.
Evan slid his hand around my waist, moving down his other hand, and he pulled me toward him so that his dick pressed against my crotch. I gasped. He was hard and eager for me. He looked me in the eyes, and his face spelled out lust, pupils dilated.
“I want to fuck you,” he growled.
I shivered, his words turning me on even more. The alcohol had relaxed me enough not to care about being nervous or shy. I wanted Evan to fuck me, too.
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
Evan’s eyes filled with hunger just before he kissed me again, mashing his lips against mine. The kiss was urgent. He ground himself against me, pulling me closer with his hands on my hips as we made out, our tongues sliding around each other, tasting each other.
“You’re so fucking hot, Scarlett,” he murmured against my mouth.
Evan lifted me off the stool as if I weighed nothing. I wrapped my legs around his waist to help him, and he carried me out of the bar and down a passage to the side. I started slipping, and he put me down halfway. I peeled his blazer off as we went along, got rid of his shirt and pushed my fingers into the dark hair that curled on his chest. He tugged at my dress and finally managed to get it over my head. He dropped it on the floor, adding it to the trail of clothes we left behind us. We made our way into a bedroom. I didn’t pay a lot of attention to the room. I had the feeling it was huge with modern pieces of furniture scattered around.
Evan guided me toward a large bed and laid me down on the mattress. He kicked off his shoes before he crawled onto the bed with me. He kissed his way up my legs toward my panties. I moaned as his hands preceded his mouth. He curled his fingers around my panties and yanked them down. I cried out. I was suddenly naked from the waist down as he pulled the panties over my feet, taking off my wedges as he went along, and throwing them off the bed.
He dove between my legs and closed his mouth around my pussy, flicking his tongue over my clit. I cried out and squirmed. Evan put his hands on my hips and gripped me firmly, holding me in place.
He ate me out, sucking and licking. I moaned and cried out as he pushed me closer and closer to an orgasm.
It didn’t take much time at all before I tumbled into my first wave of bliss. I cried out, my hands digging into Evan’s hair, and I bucked my hips, fucking his face as waves of pleasure washed over me.
When I came down, Evan lifted his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. He got off the bed and undid his pants, slowly pulling them off. His body was in great shape–he didn’t look almost fifty at all–and when he pulled out his cock, I gasped. I had thought I knew the size of him, but hard and straining like this, he was even bigger.
“Take of your bra,” he said. I sat up and did as he asked, and I was naked in front of him, sitting on the bed on display.
Evan got onto the bed again, and the mattress dipped under his weight. He stood on his knees between my legs, back straight, dick straining, and I knew what he wanted. I wanted it, too.
I shifted toward him and closed my mouth around his cock. He groaned. I looked up at him, making my eyes big, and slid his shaft into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him. His lips were parted, his breathing shallow and erratic. I bobbed my head back and forth. I cupped his balls with my hand and pushed him deeper and deeper into my mouth until he reached the back of my throat.
“That’s enough, Scarlett,” Evan growled and pulled back, slipping out of my mouth with a pop.
I didn’t have time to ask, even if I wanted to. Evan leaned down and kissed me, his tongue darting into my mouth for just a moment before he pushed me back. He crawled over me, his arms on either side of my head, and he positioned his cock at my entrance. I held my breath as he pushed the tip in, and I moaned in one loud cry as he slid into me, all the way to the hilt. I shuddered beneath him, trying to adjust to his size. He filled me up, splitting my body apart with his cock.
Evan didn’t give me a lot of time to get used to the size of him before he started sliding in and out of me. I cried out as he pushed against my cervical wall, reaching my depths with ease. He pumped in and out of me, bucking his hips harder and harder, and I cried out and moaned, getting lost in the sexual bliss that washed over me like a wave. Heat spilled through my body. My breasts moved back and forth in time with Evan’s fucking. My fingers gripped his shoulders as I held on while he pounded into me.
The sound of our sex filled the room, the sound of my cries and moans, his grunts, and the slap and suck of thick flesh slamming into my wetness. Another orgasm built inside me, starting at my core and filling outward like I was a cup of hot water, ready to spill over.
Evan knew it somehow. He kept his pace, stroking his cock over my g-spot again and again, pushing me further and further.
He lowered himself to his elbows so that his chest was against my breasts. His skin was slick on mine where we touched, our sweat mingling.
The orgasm crept closer and closer, my core clenching. I cried out as it washed over me. My nails bit into Evan’s shoulders, and he grunted. I closed my legs around him, my body curling, and for a moment, I didn’t breathe. My mouth opened in a silent scream.
I gasped, riding out the wave. Evan rocked his hips against mine, moving slowly inside me, stretching out the orgasm without distracting me from it.
I could tell he had done this many times. There was nothing sexier than a man that knew exactly what he was doing in bed. Evan was a seasoned veteran.
When the orgasm faded enough for me to think clearly again, I looked Evan in the eyes. His pupils were so dilated, his eyes looked like a dark evergreen. He leaned down and kissed me, slow and sensual. I got lost in the taste of him, the feel of his mouth on mine, his body pinning me to the bed, and his thick cock still inside me, feeling so much bigger now that I was tight after orgasming.
Slowly, Evan pulled back until he slipped out of me. I gasped.
He sat back on his knees.
“Turn around,” he said.
He helped me turn around. My body was numb, the orgasm still quivering just beneath the skin.
I stood on all fours in front of Evan, my ass pointed toward him. I wiggled my hips so that my ass moved from side to side.
“God, you’re sexy,” he said, putting his hands on my ass, massaging the cheeks. “Your ass is pure perfection.”
I smiled. I still felt a little loopy with the wine in my system. I wasn’t self-conscious at all. But the adrenaline countered the alcohol, and I was far from drunk.
Evan found my entrance with his fingers, and I gasped as he pushed a finger into me.
“So wet,” he said.
“It’s what you do to me,” I said.
He chuckled, and his finger was replaced by his cock–thicker, rounder, smoother. He pushed into me, pushing every thought out of my mind except that of complete bliss, and I moaned. Evan slid in and out of me with slow strokes. From this angle, he felt so much bigger. Or maybe I was just that much tighter after orgasming a second time. Either way, he gave me a moment to adjust.
Generous of him.
It didn’t last very long. Evan picked up his pace only moments later and started pounding into me again. He hammered against my cervical wall again and again, rearranging my insides. I cried out with every thrust. His hands were on my hips, fingers digging into my skin, and he rocked back and forth, his balls slapping against my clit.
I was still sensitive after he’d eaten me out, and the constant slapping was a wildly erotic sensation, making me gasp and moan and inch closer to yet another orgasm.
How many times could this man make me come? Usually, I came once. Twice if the guy knew what he was doing, but that didn’t happen very often. Young guys just didn’t have the stamina or the skill that Evan had. He’d been around for longer, and it showed.
There was nothing as delicious as a man who knew exactly how to wield his cock.
Evan leaned forward and reached around, grabbing my breasts in both hands and using them to hold me in place as he kept rocking against me. I gasped. He pinched my nipples lightly, and I yelped with the sensation before he placed one hand on the bed beside me. He held himself up, fucking me with slower strokes now, while his other hand found my clit.
I cried out when he started rubbing me in tight circles.
Evan pushed me over the edge again, rubbing furiously as he pumped into me harder and harder again.
“Come for me, princess,” he growled in my ear, and it tipped me over the edge.
I came a third time, and it rocked through my body with an intensity I’d never felt before. Evan cried out in my ear as he released inside me, shoving himself into me as deep as he could, planting his seed. He pulsated and jerked inside me, his body shuddering against mine as we orgasmed together. I milked him, and it felt like he came for ages.
Finally, my orgasm died down. I hung my head, barely able to keep myself up. Evan slid out of me, and we collapsed on the bed together.
“That was fucking amazing,” Evan said, breathing hard.
I nodded. It had easily been the best sex I’d had. Evan knew what he was doing, and I’d orgasmed three times. The alcohol had made me able to let go, but it was also because it was the man I’d been fantasizing about for so long.
Apparently, dreams did come true. Even raunchy ones.
“I have to go,” I said after we lay side by side on the bed for a while. I didn’t do cuddling. I didn’t stay over.
Evan watched me as I got off the bed and walked to the bathroom to clean up. The bathroom was just as massive and luxurious as the rest of the house. When I was done, I located my underwear next to the bed, putting them on as I found them. I put on my shoes, too.
Evan grinned at me, walking around the room in my underwear and wedges. “Picture perfect,” he said.
I walked to the bed where Evan lay in all his naked glory, his dick flaccid now, satisfied and tame. I kissed Evan on the lips, a chaste kiss.
“Call me tomorrow,” I said. “I’ll find my clothes, and let myself out.”
He nodded, and I left the room to find my dress.