I feel possessed as I dig my fingers into Evan’s skin. When he sees it’s not hurting, he starts to buck his hips and meet me in the middle until we find a rhythm and ride like crazy, grunting and moaning and saying all kinds of crazy half sentences about how hot we find each other and how good it feels.
“Gonna come,” I say, feeling myself start to tip over theedge.
“Come.”
Evan’s voice is enough to send me over the edge. I sit up and jerk myself frantically with my good hand while Evan takes control, bucking his hips up to fuck me until I’m spilling over my fingers, shooting all over Evan’s chest with a shout.
He lifts me and pulls me against him while I catch my breath. The warmth of his body and the solidity of his chest is so soothing, I could fall asleep like this.
I look up and he smiles.
“Hey, you good?”
I nod. “Mmm.”
His laugh vibrates through me.
“That was so good.”
He laughs.
“I know. You were so fucking good at it.”
Panic jolts my head up. “You didn’t come.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
I climb off him, his cock still hard, wrapped in the condom.
He kicks his legs off the bed and snaps it off.
“Evan.”
“I told you don’t-”
“Come back here so I can suck your cock.”
Me from a few months ago might have blushed hearing myself say something like that. But not current me. Not with Evan.
He just smiles softly. “I’ll be right back,” he says.
While he’s gone, my head swims with worries. What if the condom wasn’t clean? What if he thought I was bad at it?
I’m sitting on the bed looking down at my knees when he comes back in.
“Hey, what’s up?” he crouches between my knees.
“Was I bad at it?”
“I told you. You were fucking amazing.”
He kisses my cheek before moving onto my neck. “Who knew golden boy Nate Castellani would take cock like a pro his first time?”
I soften.
“You’re the only person who calls me that.”
“Calls you what? A cock whore?”
