his mouth from mine, he nuzzles my neck. The soft sounds of his breath in my ear grow heavier and heavier as though it’s a struggle to maintain control. My body tightens and throbs around him in preparation for my climax until I have no control and scream his name.
He growls as he thrusts, pushing off his knees and toes, grinding into me with a delicious force. I gasp as the sensation sets my nerve endings on fire.
“Fuck, Evan. You’re so beautiful. This is just how I thought it’d be all those years I imagined it.”
I’m sorry. What? Years?
But he doesn’t look chagrined. Is this like the “I love you” people say during sex that they don’t really mean? Lost in the moment and admitting things they don’t really believe?
If he asked me point-blank, I’d never be able to fib and say I hadn’t thought of him either. In high school, I’d watch him in the halls and wonder what he’d do if things were different. If we were two strangers and not mortal enemies.
“Jesus, you’re so wet.”
I grip his shoulder blades to hold on as his body drives into me over and over again.
“You feel amazing,” I say, not nearly as good at the dirty talk as he is.
“I missed you. Your pussy is so tight I’m gonna come, so I really need you to go first.”
I laugh, but he changes his position so that his pelvis grinds into my clit. As if he gave me some magic spell to make me come, every sensation stacks on top of the other and my entire body seizes, and I cry out.
He doesn’t relent, hammering into me until one final push and a groan as he stills inside me. A drip of sweat falls between my breasts and the weight of Seth’s body falls on me.
We lie there struggling to catch our breath for a moment. When he rolls off of me, I miss him immediately.
“I’ll be right back.” He disappears into the bathroom then returns and moves the bedding so we can slide in.
“I better go too,” I say and climb off the bed.
I sit on the toilet and think about what just happened. There’s no coming back from this moment. And the worst thing is Seth Andrews just gave me two of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life.
Once I finish my business then put on my pajamas that I left in here, I open the door to find Seth standing there in his boxers, his arms braced over the top of the door.
“You okay?” He brushes my hair off my shoulder.
I nod. “I’m good. It’s just sex, Seth. I wasn’t a virgin.” I dodge his gaze and duck under his arm. “I’m super tired though. I can’t wait to sleep in.”
We get into bed and he lies on his back, kicking off his blankets. I lie on my side, facing away from him, because I’m certain he’ll see my feelings on my face if he sets eyes on me.
The mattress shifts and I expect him to say he’s going to go out to the kitchen or something, but his arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me against him. “As my soon-to-be wife, you should know that I’m cuddler.”
I giggle and his hand splays on my lower stomach, pulling my ass flush to his dick.
“And if you feel a pole poking you in the morning, it’s just my morning wood. Feel free to do with it what you will.”
“As in?”
“As in mouth, pussy, even ass if you’re up for it.”
I buck my ass into him. “Seriously, Seth.”
He laughs and his arm tightens. Leave it to him to bring humor to an uncomfortable situation. He clears his throat. “Good night, Evan.”
“’Night, Seth.”
And soon my eyes grow too heavy and I succumb to sleep, determined not to worry about how what we did tonight might send our plan careening off course.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Seth
“Fuck! Where did you ever learn…” I grip Evan’s ponytail, holding her mouth on my dick. “Tell me you read an article…” My eyes betray me and close from the sheer agonizing pleasure of having Evan’s tongue twirling around my shaft as if she can’t get enough. “And you practiced on a cucumber or something.”
I grip her hair. Every ab muscle I have clenches and my hips jut forward as I groan until my cum shoots down her throat. She’s a swallower, which I fucking love. She licks me clean and falls back to sit on