Pausing our kiss for a moment, he chucks his scarf and hat across the room and then pulls his hoodie and shirt up and over his head, revealing his sculpted chest and abs. My hands trace the cut lines, and my fingers toy with the hem of his sweatpants.
Goosebumps erupt across my skin, and warmth pools low in my belly as he leans forward and his lips find the pulse point on my neck. He continues to trail his tongue up my throat, and I tilt my head, granting him more access to the sensitive skin there. At my feet, my phone begins to vibrate. I do my best not to let the ringing distract me from this moment, but Everett slows/ our kiss.
“Ignore it,” I say, pulling him back into me and pushing my hips forward.
He chuckles against me. “Oh, I plan to,” he says.
His mouth finds mine again, and I part my lips, letting him in. His hands work over my body, and I shift my hips forward, grinding against his thigh. His back muscles flex as I move my hands over them, pulling him closer, chasing my release.
My phone begins to ring again, but neither of us stops. When he picks me up, my legs wrap around his waist, and he pushes me against the wall. His hard length presses into me, and fuck, I want him inside me. My mouth. My pussy. At this point, I don’t care. I just want him.
My phone begins to ring for a third time, and he breaks our kiss.
“Maybe you should answer it,” he says, resting his forehead against mine.
“No,” I say. “Whoever it is can wait until we’re done.”
“The power is out though. It could be someone trying to make sure you’re okay.”
He sets me down, and I let out a grumble just as the ringing stops.
Bending down, I grab my bag and dig out my phone. The vibrations begin for a fourth and very obnoxious time. Looking at the screen, I expect to see my sister’s name or maybe my mom’s, but instead I’m met with the wordsRaph Ulrich.
“He can’t be serious,” I say, silencing the ringer and forwarding him to voicemail.
“Is it Ulrich?”
“Yeah, so it’s not important. Where were we?” My eyes find his, and my tongue wets my lips, eager to finish what we’ve started.
It begins to ring for a fifth time, causing me to shift my gaze back to my phone. Raph’s name scrolls across the screen again. Blowing out a frustrated breath, I move my finger to ignore the call, but Everett stops me.
“Don’t,” he commands, his voice raspy. “Answer it. I have an idea.”
Studying him for a second, I watch as he drops to his knees before me.
“Answer it, Sugar. Let me make you feel good while you tell him to fuck off.” A sly smile erupts across his face. My heart begins to pound against my chest as I swipe my thumb across the screen, and he lifts one of my legs over his bare shoulder.
“Hello,” I say, my voice wavering slightly.
“What the fuck, Claire.” Raph’s voice comes through the phone at the same time I watch Everett bunch up my dress and rip open my tights at the center, exposing my bare pussy underneath the thin black fabric. His eyes darken as he takes me in, and his tongue grazes his lower lip.
“Claire,” Raph barks.
He’s mad, and I do my best to focus on what he’s saying, but I can’t. I’m too distracted by the gorgeous man kneeling before me, staring at me like I’m his last fucking meal.
“Uh, yeah, I’m here. Sorry,” I say.
Everett reaches up, taking the phone from my hand. Muting the call, he says, “Don’t apologize. You don’t deserve to be treated like this. You have nothing to be sorry for.”
He’s right. I don’t have anything to be sorry for. Not for anything I did or anything I’m about to do. I lose focus of Raph’s voice coming through the phone entirely. Everett turns his head and lays a kiss against my inner thighs, and then his gaze returns back to mine.
“Now, I’m going to unmute the phone and put it on speaker. I want you to use me, let me make you feel good, and when you’re ready, I want you to tell him off. Show him what he fucked up and lost.”
His voice is low and demanding, and I do my best to not internally combust, but with just his words, he’s winding my core tighterand pushing me closer to the edge. Swallowing hard, I nod my head, silently agreeing.
“You think you can do that, Sugar?”
I let out a “Yes” that sounds more like a moan, and a wicked grin spreads across Everett’s face. Raph continues to drone on about something, not even noticing I’ve gone silent, and Everett doesn’t break eye contact as he runs his large hands over my delicate frame. It’s otherworldly the effect he has on me, and despite the nagging feeling that this might be a very bad idea, it feels too good to tell him to stop.
