drastic measures
Evan
It's just gone five-thirty am. I'm horny as fuck, and I am seriously done with all this shit. I've tried to get her to go home and see that I'm not the one for her but she isn't taking a blind bit of notice. It's going to have to be the love-em-and-leave-em approach after all. I have to hope and pray that she does not tell her mother any of this. So, therefore, I need to do things that she can't tell her mother.
"Right, that's it. You win."
She narrows her eyes. “What are you up to now? You’re not going to just give in.”
“I seriously fucking am giving in. I quit trying to stay awake.”
She looks at me, a satisfied smirk on her face.
"You're letting me stay the night?"
"Yes! That’s what I just said. I need my fucking sleep, and you are seriously giving me goddamn blue balls. So, get that fit arse back into my bedroom because I'm going to tap it."
"Hurrah!" she shouts and runs upstairs.
How is she still so awake? I'm dead on my feet. I'm going to give her the shag of the century and then somehow, I've got to stay awake while getting her to fall asleep. All of my moves need to be in play. All of them.
"Right. You're getting the Heavenly Evan special, and I'm going to talk you through it. You haven't overheard all my secrets," I tell her.
She stands in the bedroom, peels off her underwear and sits propped up on the pillows. She lets her legs drop apart.
Fucking hell.
"Come get me." She pats the side of the bed.
The massage
"Sometimes women aren't that relaxed when they get in my bed. They need a little help to get in the mood, so I often start with a massage. Turn over."
Rachel flips over so she's laid on her stomach and I sit astride her back. I lean over into my bedside drawer and get some massage oil. I warm it in my palms and then beginning at Rachel's neck, I begin to massage it in. I feel her shoulders loosen as I work my thumbs over her flesh. Maybe she’ll fall asleep now and save me the rest of it, although I realise that now I have the chance to shag Rachel once more, I don’t want her to fall asleep. Not just yet. "Now, as you may notice, the massage is enjoyable, but have you also noticed that my stiff dick is resting on your back?"
"Hell, yeah," answers Rachel.
"Well, that's my first move in letting them know what's coming next. You see, I've given them a lovely massage. Turn over."
Rachel turns over, so I'm facing her fucking amazing tits. I add some more massage oil and run my hands down her neck and then stroke and tease her breasts with my oily hands. "Now, the woman's focus has to be on my dick, right?"
"Totally," Rachel says, running her tongue around her lips. "You can't miss it. It's right there." She fastens her hand around my cock.
"You've got it. So now I usually get a little hand action and sometimes..."
Rachel shuffles down and fastens her mouth around my cock. I buck slightly into her throat.
"You got it, baby. Sometimes they suck me off."
I let her mouth envelope me in warmth for a few minutes, and then I pull out. "Time to move on."
That thing with my tongue and finger.
"Want to have a woman think you're the best lover, ever? Find their G-spot. I'm well practised in locating the holy grail. Also, I should win awards for my oral techniques as all my practice has made me perfect."
"Bigheaded, much?"
I push my tongue into her pussy.
"Oooohhh."
I lift my head up. "You were saying?"
She pushes my head back down. "As you were, I need more to be able to assess your performance."
I run my tongue up and down her wet heat, then I suck her clit into my mouth, giving it the odd little bite. She moans and raises her hips off the bed. I push my tongue inside her opening and back out, in and back out. I notice she grasps the bedcovers tightly in her hands.
I raise my head back up. "Now, you've already experienced my tongue and finger trick once tonight, so I'm going to give you the extra-minty version."
"What?" Rachel says, confused. Her eyes are dazed with lust. "Don't leave me like this. I need to come so bad."
"And you will." I move to my bedside drawer and take out a mint, which I put in my mouth.
"You don't have time for a snack, Evan. Get back down there."
I wink at her. "Give me a minute and all will be forgiven."
I chomp the mint and make my way back down between her legs. Then I tongue her clit and suck on it before licking all up her heat. The mint will cause a cool and spicy sensation to hit her sweet spots.
"Oh my good God, Evan. Don't stop," she squeals.
Her hands go back to gripping the bedsheets, and this time, I put two fingers together and sink them into her depths, curling to hit that G. Her core shudders around me as her body takes her over the edge. Her whole body is shaking from her orgasm, and she runs a hand through her hair. "Oh, my."
I flick her clit again, knowing how sensitive it will be.
She moves up the bed out of my reach. "Don't touch it again yet. It's too much. I need to come down."
"Nope." I shake my head at her. "While your body is still coming down, it’s time for this."
Introducing my massive member (again)
So, they talk about how large I am down the pub? Good to know. Thought I was ample in that department but can't say I do a compare and contrast with my mates. Some of them could be growers. Mine's kind of okay from the off, although right now, it’s a deep purple and threatening to make me pass out as all my blood seems to be concentrated in that area. I can literally hear it in my ears screaming, 'Let me in. Let me in. Let me in.'
"I'm clean. Are you on the pill? Only I want to go bare."
"Do you go bare with other women?"
"No." I shake my head. "You're about to get an experience no woman has had before, so you can share that in the pub."
"Cool. Yes, I'm on the pill."
I realise then that the reason she's on the pill is because that twat bastard Callum has shagged her. It's rather unfair to be pissed off that Rachel's had other lovers given my own history, but I can't help it. I wanted to be first. I have to ask her…"
"Have you done this before? Been ridden bare."
"No, I haven't. Now can you get on with the shag pl—"
I sink into her before she finishes her sentence."
-ease. Oh, my."
I rotate my hips a little as I plunge in and out of her. The feeling of being bare, of feeling the warmth from her sweet pussy, is immeasurable. For a split second, I imagine Rachel being in my bed every day, before the realisation hits that she can't be mine.
The finger in the butt hole (that caused all the grief in the first place).
I don't want to do it. I don't want Rachel getting a repeat performance of everything I ever did with another woman. I want lots of firsts with her. This is going to kill me. But I run my digit in her wetness, and as I bring us to the brink with my thrusts I meet her final demand, and the finger goes where she wanted it. What does she do? Pulls my hand away.
"I've changed my mind about that. I don't want to be just another notch on a bedpost. Lie back on the bed, Evan."
I move her over, and she sits astride me. Then she raises herself up. A hand runs through her hair and then she trails a finger down her face, running it through the edge of her lip and biting it. She sucks on her finger, and as she begins to rotate up, down and around on my dick, she gets that wet finger, and she plays with herself. I thrust into her like a woodpecker trying to fell a tree. She moves her other hand to play with one of her tits. Jesus Christ. I grab the back of her arse as my balls tighten and I come inside her. I buck, my final orgasmic spasms taking place while still inside her warmth.
"Oh my God, Rachel. Oh my God."
"I know. It’s so good, isn't it? We're so good together. I knew we would be. I'm better than them, aren't I? You did your routine with me. Was I better than them all?"
I feel the need to be honest. She just let me cum in her. "There's no comparison."
"And we did new things too. Plus" – she looks at the clock – "It's six-thirty am, and I'm tired. Are you tired? Are you going to finally let me stay the night?"
"I am," I tell her, and I wrap myself around her, letting her snuggle into my chest I trail my hands down her body: down her arms, her neck, her hips, and she does it. She falls asleep, and I have to keep pinching myself to keep awake, but I need to know she has fallen asleep. After about twenty minutes, I move my arm to test the situation. She's dead to the world.
I slide out of bed, grab my clothes and sneak downstairs. I'm now going to prove I'm the biggest bastard ever so that Rachel can move on. My mother will be awake as she gets up for work at this time, so I'm going to head over to hers. Rachel will wake up and realise that we did not stay the whole night together.
She did not break my rule.
I just hope I don't break her heart.
* * *
Rachel
I hear a noise. Opening my eyes, for a moment I wonder where I am. Then I remember. I'm at Evan's. In his bed after a glorious bout of sex. I realise Evan isn't wrapped around me anymore. He probably got too hot. I turn over to look at him.
He's not there.
I look at the clock. Eight minutes to seven.
He's left.
I know if I look at the side of my bed, I'll find my discarded bra unwrapped and the key gone. There obviously is a way out from the back garden. He just didn't want me to know.
I lie back.
We didn't stay the whole night together.
He doesn't care.
We have nothing.
A pain hits my chest. I've become another of Evan's floosies. I was fooling myself. I didn't want what the others had had. I wanted what they'd had and more. Then I stupidly let him know that, and he's run away scared. Evan must not be capable of a relationship. Why I didn't realise that when he paraded one-night stand after one-night stand in front of me, I don't know.
I'm an idiot.
That's it for me. A tear escapes my eye.
I'm done with Sheffield. I need to move on. I can't go back to my bar job. There's no way I can watch a further parade of women. My heart hurts. I need to move away from my mother's. It's time I did anyway, and now my relationship with Callum is finished, I'd be under her’s and Adam's feet. It's not fair. They need time alone. A new place to live, a new town or city, a new career, and eventually, way, way down the line, a new man. A mix of Evan and Callum. A man who can rock my world in bed, but wants to give me the moon. That's what I deserve. I'm not the first woman to have her heart broken by a dickhead. Look at my Mum. My father was a charmer until he smacked her. At least I've only been embarrassed, not the victim of domestic violence. See? It's not so bad, I tell myself. I move out of bed. A massive yawn stretches my lips wide. I've had just over twenty minutes sleep all bloody night. Yet, I'm wide awake. I put my bra and panties back on, then head downstairs to use the bathroom and dress in the rest of my clothes. Finally, I walk back upstairs to get the front door key from under the carpet. With a final look at the rumpled bed and with a sigh, I bound down the stairs, open the door and move outside. I post the key through the letterbox.
Then I make my way to the bus stop and head on home. I feel like karma is getting her own back on me for dumping Callum, but it wouldn’t have been fair to lead him on.
Yes, I think a fresh start is exactly what I need.