“That’s it, say my name, Flo.” His towel slips slightly, revealing the start of his dark pubic hair, and I latch onto the sight. “Tell me who’s making you drip all over the bathroom counter right now.”
“You,” I reply breathlessly.
“And whose name are you going to call out when you come?”
“Yours.”
With one hand pumping myself, and the other braced against the counter to stop myself from falling into the sink, holding me back from manoeuvring my shorts to the side to bare all to Evan, I eye-fuck him as he fucks himself.
A loud moan rips from my throat. “This feels so good. I’m close.”
“Watching you is fucking heaven,” is Evan’s throaty response, rocking into his hand. “That’s it, fuck that pussy for me.”
My fingers grip onto the side of the basin as my body spasms, pussy clamping down around my fingers while I continue to fuck them in and out. With hooded eyes, my pleasure building and building, I flutter my eyelashes, resisting the urge to blink them. I don’t want to miss a second of what’s happening right now.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful like this, Flo.” Evan’s voice wobbles slightly, like he’s getting close. “Soaking wet and moaning for me. All for me.”
I never want this moment to end. I swear, when I first arrived here, I enjoyed nothing more than pushing this man over the edge. Taunting him. Making his life difficult. But being a nuisance to him is no longer my favourite pastime. Watching him groan my name with wet lips and desperate eyes is.
Evan focuses on me, mesmerised, and within a second, he growls, hips thrusting his dick into his hand at a rougher pace. “Fuck, Flo,” he almost whimpers, and I swear I’m about to melt seeing the effect I have on this man. We’re atangle of moans and groans, and his steely arms ripple and pulsate as he locks lips with me again.
It sends me over the edge, and I groan loudly before clattering over the cliff of my pleasure. “Evan, I’m coming! Oh my God! Shit!”
“That’s it, let me hear it.” He grunts as he comes, his rocking slowing as he pumps himself, vision trained on my shaking form.
We take our time to breathe, the bathroom steamy and hot, condensation dripping down the walls. It makes it hard to take a deep breath of air, but it doesn’t stop both of us from releasing a chorus of elated sighs and chuckles as we gaze at each other.
“I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm like that before,” I say honestly, and I remove my fingers from myself and run them under the faucet.
Evan washes his own hands, tongue darting out to dab at his lips. “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”
The way he’s looking at me, all dark eyes and desire—I wonder if doing that got me out of his system… because he’s definitely not out of mine.
There’s a knock, and we both snap our heads towards the front door of the hotel room, which we can see through the open bathroom door.
“Who’s that?” I’m concerned that someone heard me screaming and called the police.
Evan presses a soft kiss to the top of my head and chuckles deeply, before his brows furrow once he realises what he just did without even thinking. It makes my heart swell. I don’t think I’ve ever received a head kiss from a guy before. “My steak. Want some?”
“I’m always down for some meat,” I snigger, and we spend the next thirty minutes on the couch, eating and watching television mindlessly, with my legs hoisted over Evan’s stomach, like we’re some kind of normal couple without the weight of the world on our shoulders.
It’s nice, even if it’s only for a little while.
21: Flo
“Morning, sleepyhead.” Leo beams at me in the hotel room living area as he chomps on the toast I ordered for him this morning, with Donkey beside him, positioned by his own little buttered corner on a napkin. “Ready to go and watch Daddy play his first preseason game?”
He nods enthusiastically and licks his fingers. “Yeah, let’s go!”
The kid is in a good mood today, and I can’t say I’m not either. Although Evan and I hadn’t even touched each other last night, we still got off from watching the other pleasure themselves, which was an experience like no other. I don’t know how Evan’s feeling, if doing it got his desire for me out of his system, and if it did, then good for him, but I feel like I’ve been sucked into a vortex of thoughts revolving around Evan West’s dick because I justknowit’s huge. And last night was not enough for me.
However, we both knew we were doing it to ‘get each other out of our systems’, as Evan had called it, which meant it was a one-time thing.
Leo begins to waddle towards the door. “Wait a second, buddy,” I tell him whilst pulling on my shoes. Grabbing his present from my bag on the kitchen table, I rush to stand in front of him. “I’ve got a little something for you. Made it myself, and I thought today would be the perfect day for you to wear it, if you’d like?” I hold up the mini red and white jersey I’ve been working on for the past two weeks in front of me. I made sure to cut out any scratchy threads so it’s comfortable enough for him—he has a particular aversion to itchy clothing.
Across the back, in crisp red letters, isWest,with a yellow and white stork stitched nicely onto each sleeve, its outstretched wings wide and elegant-looking. The front has his father’s number: 12.
“Wow!” Leo exclaims, starry-eyed. “Can I put it on?” He’s already shrugging out of the navy blue top I dressed him in before breakfast arrived, and grabbing the jersey from my grasp, pulling his tiny head into it.
