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Evie
The low murmur of male voices outside the bedroom door has my heart racing and my core throbbing. I can't make out what they're saying, but it's about me, and that's all it takes to get my nipples hard enough to cut glass.
I sit upright on the edge of the king-sized bed and look around my boyfriend's bedroom, desperately trying to distract myself from getting too hopeful about who is on the other side of the door with him.
Cormac's room is clean, meticulously organized; styled, but not fussy.
Exactly like him.
Gripping the white duvet cover in my sweaty fists, I open my hands to smooth down the material and then ball it up tight again. I repeat this process over and over as I wait for the fun to begin. My heart pounds in my chest with anticipation.
Cormac and I have been dating for two incredible months, and I'm madly in love with this man. It's not just about the sex, which is mind-blowing, but everything about him makes me melt. He's intense, but not controlling. Caring, but not patronizing. He spoils me rotten, but he's not flashy about it. Did I mention the sex is amazing?
I met him atMcGurdy's Bar in downtown Duhring Park, where we both live. He and his best friend, Nash, started coming in whenPhil's Tavernhad to close down for a month due to a piping issue. We were hopping busy, but the guys kept showing up in my section, and I obviously couldn't help but notice the two muscled gods with the sexy eyes and easy laughs.
After a week of flirting with both of them, it was Cormac who asked me to dinner and then had me for dessert back at his place. I haven't spent a night in my own bed in eight glorious weeks.
Cormac and Nash are in the process of opening a high-end sex club in between Duhring Park and nearby Festival Valley. It's still in the early stages of renovation, but it's getting a lot of buzz around town. Ever sinceThe Reading Groundsstarted offering twice-monthly "Smut & Coffee" sessions, the town has become far more progressive.
My best friend, Hadley Marie, who is a regular at "Smut & Coffee," is convinced I've walked right into one of her romance novels. Being my ride-or-die bestie since preschool, she gently encouraged me to make sure Cormac isn't "getting high on his own supply"—her words, not mine. But Cormac is all about open communication and transparency. I'm convinced this man is aone vag-at-a-time kind of guy and will remain so even once the club is open full time.
He is obsessed with my pleasure and has made it his mission to make all of my sexual fantasies come true.
I squirm and then take a deep breath as I mentally roll through the catalogue of fantasies I've shared with him over these past few months. When he first asked, I balked at his request. It felt too intimate to reveal what I want, and when I've shared some of my more intense sexual fantasies with previous boyfriends, they didn't react well. One even said that if I lost weight, he might be more willing to make it happen. That same man cried like a baby when he immediately lost access to the sexy delights of my curvy goddess body.
I've never been with anybody who not only legitimizes my sexuality, but is also determined to make sure I explore it fully. He's like a pleasure god or a sexy fairy godfather. He's also kinky as hell, which has been a lot of fun.
Cormac has chased my curvy ass through the woods wearing a mask and then fucked me against a tree until I came so hard even the squirrels were embarrassed. I've sent him excerpts from the smutty books Hadley recommends, and he frequently makes a version of it happen in this bedroom. He's spent a small fortune on toys, including a variety of dildos and cock sheaths so I can find out what it's like to get fucked by an alien and knotted by a werewolf. For my birthday next month, he's already booked a room at a sex club two states over so I can test the boundaries of my voyeurism kink.
The voices outside the door are gone, and my core throbs in anticipation. Cormac sometimes makes me wait for hours when we play games, and by the time it all starts I'm seconds away from my first orgasm.
I smooth my hands down the soft sapphire blue fabric of the lingerie set that was laid out on the bed for me and let out anervous breath. I worked first shift atMcGurdy'stoday, and I'm off tonight. When I showed up at Cormac's front door an hour ago, he had dinner waiting for me and then ran me a bath. He'd even stocked up on fancy products atLuxe Blissin Festival Valley, which is over an hour away. I'm sure that's where he got the lingerie set too. It looks expensive.
I cringe, painfully aware I'm ruining the 100% silk fabric with the wetness dripping between my legs, but I can't stop the waterfall where Cormac’s involved.
I squeeze my thighs together, trying to get some relief.
When I stepped into the bath earlier, he kissed me hard, his tongue tangling with mine, and I wanted to pull him in with me. The grin he wore when he finally pulled away told me he knew what I had in mind.
"Take your time, Evie," Cormac said, kissing up my neck as my eyes closed, hoping he'd change his mind and join me. "When you're done, I'm giving you your Christmas gift early," he whispered in my ear, and my eyes flew open. I tried to get more details, but he just kissed my forehead and left me alone in the bathroom with all my racing thoughts.
Two weeks ago, Cormac asked me to make a list of what I wanted for Christmas. I sent him a text with only two words:
Share me.
He hasn't said a word about it since, and neither have I. My mind is swirling with possibilities and a desperate hope that he knew exactly with whom I wanted to be shared.
I rock slightly again, letting out a low moan as I tamp down the desire to find some relief with my fingers. I'm wound up, my muscles squeezing every part of my lower body in anticipationand need. I don't dare touch myself before it starts, though. He was very clear about those rules tonight.
My phone pings with an incoming text and I breathe out a sigh of relief to have distraction.
HADLEY
Can I die from too many orgasms?
I plan to find out tonight. You going for a ride on Santa’s sleigh?
