Page 33 of Ache
“I was thinking about you, just like this.” I roll my chair closer so she’s forced to spread her legs, the hem of her skirt hiking sky-high. “All mine, to do with what I please.”
“And what do you please?” She widens her thighs enticingly.
“Seems the same thing you do.” I lick my lips when I get a peek of her pink panties.
“I definitely wouldn’t stop you.” Everly leans back, supporting her weight on her hands.
The savage inside me snarls. My woman, my property, my domain.
Just as I reach under her skirt to rip off her underwear, I’m struck with a recollection. The encounter with the woman from earlier today.
“Alec?” Everly whispers my name. Her hand placed gently on my cheek. “You okay?”
I slide my eyes up to hers. They’re round, and soft, and hazy with desire.
“Ever,” I force out. “You’d tell me if you were in trouble, right?”
She blinks, confused. Her eyelashes fluttering a mile a minute. “Of course, I would. Why?”
I search her expression for any untruth. For an inclination that she’s lying to me.
But all I see is sincerity. All I feel is sincerity.
“I just want you to know that you can confide in me. That you can tell me anything.”
The skin between her eyebrows dimples. I love it when it does that. It’s fucking adorable.
“I trust you, Alec. I’m not in any trouble. I promise.” She looks me dead in the eyes. “For the first time, in a long time, I’m in a really good place.”
“So am I.” I melt under her stare. She has no idea the affect she has on me. The power she has over me. I see so much when I look at Everly. Time, space, and a future I never dreamed of having.
We lean in at the same time, as if the universe is urging us to kiss. It’s a slow, soft roll of our tongues and a sweet, succulent suck of our lips. My hands travel back to their original destination, under Ever’s skirt. I peel her panties down her thighs and dispose of them on the floor. Before I push her back, positioning her exactly the way I want—splayed out on top of my desk—I slide her glasses down to her nose. “I want you wearing these.” Smart is fucking sexy. Hooking my arms under her thighs, I drop my head and indulge in dessert. Licking up the sugary taste of pussy I can’t seem to get enough of.
This moment, by far, is the hottest of my life. Never in a million years did I picture myself defiling my desk, but when you have a woman as hypnotic as Everly right at your fingertips, you take full advantage.
“Mmmm, Alec,” she moans, detached from reality as I circle my tongue and suck on her clit. I take my time, enjoying the feel of her soft flesh against my mouth and sticky moisture coating both our lips.
Dipping the tip of my tongue into her entrance, I begin a figure eight of pleasure, moving up and around her inflamed nub and then back down again. In and out, up and down, I slowly drive her to the brink of madness.
“Alec!” She crunches up and cries as her body spasms.
I don’t relent, I want her to fall to pieces. I want her squirming and writhing, then screaming in ecstasy as she rains arousal all over my tongue.
“Oh, God, oh, fuck,” she pants, pulling on my hair. My cock strains painfully in reaction to her. I love it when she comes. I love it when she’s free. It’s the ultimate fucking turn-on.
“Ah!” Her voice pitches when she breaks, thrusting her hips frantically against my face as she climaxes.
Everly collapses once the seizure passes. All thought and reason have been completely wiped clean from my mind as I stand and unbutton my pants. There is only one thing driving me—the need to be inside Everly.
Once my erection is free, I slam into Ever like the savage I’ve become. I can’t even control it. My need has completely taken over.
“Alec.” She sits up and tenses as I blindly thrust again and again, my orgasm amassing like an army prepared for battle.
“You’ll never know how good you fucking feel.” I grab her hair as the buildup becomes volatile.
Her pussy saturates me, my cock swells, my tailbone tingles, and then there’s full-on destruction. I bite down on Everly’s neck as I come, the sensations tossing me around like a rag doll in a raging sea.
I heave with Ever still in my arms. My head is light, and my limbs are jelly, but the satisfaction spreading throughout my body like warm honey is a high unlike any other.
