Valeri
Evie’s soft whimpers fill the car, and I wonder if she has any idea what that sound does to me. My cock is painfully hard and straining at my jeans in a desperate attempt to be set free, and it’s maddening. I’ve never in my life just made out with a girl. Even as a teenager, it was older women who showed an interest in me, and they were more than happy to just get right down to the sex. As frustrating as my hard-on is, I’m realizing it’s an exquisite kind of torture that I’m quickly becoming addicted to, or maybe I’m just a masochist and I want to see how much pain I can take.
“I have to go,” she whispers, breaking our kiss. Her hands clutch at my shirt, and her breaths are fast little pants that I feel against my lips. God, I want to eat her up. I want her laid bare so I can take my time and taste every goddamn inch of her, and then I want to claim her with my cock, knowing mine will be the only one she ever has.
“Thanks for going to the beach with me today,lapochka, and for using my cock to make yourself come.”
She lets out a mortified groan and whispers, “Oh my god.”
I laugh and kiss her again, cupping the back of her neck and keeping her close to me. “Don’t be embarrassed. You looked so fucking sexy, and you can use me anytime you want, but I want something in return.”
“What?” she whispers.
“Promise me you won’t make yourself come without me.” I slide my hand down her coveralls and cup her pussy in a possessive grip, pulling another whimper from her. “I’m a jealous man, sweetheart, and it would break my heart if I thought you were making those sweet little moans without me there to hear them.”
I nibble along her jawline before giving her earlobe a soft bite. “Can you do that for me? Can you keep your hands off that sweet pussy of yours?”
“Yes,” she whispers, but it turns into a moan when I cup her harder, letting my fingers rub against her clit.
“Good girl.”
The sound she makes and the way her body trembles at my words makes me wonder if she just had a mini orgasm. I smile and run my tongue over her ear. “You okay,lapochka?”
“Yes.” Her voice is shaky, and I can hear the need in it. Curious to know how much it would take, I give her another rub, smiling when she immediately rocks her hips and lets out a soft moan. She breathes my name out, and fuck do I like the sound of it on her tongue.
“Give me one more, baby. Be a good girl and come for me again.” I’m so fucking desperate to slide my hand into her panties, to feel the wet heat of her pussy against my skin, but I resist the urge, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. She runs her hands through my hair, pulling me to her mouth so she can kiss me, working her hips even harder and then moaning when I press my thumb right where she needs me and increase the friction, sending her over the edge again.
I swallow her screams, working my hand while her body bucks against me and she gives my tongue a suck that has my cock producing more pre-cum than I ever thought possible. When a shiver runs through her, I loosen the hold I have on her and slow my hand down, knowing I could so easily give her another, but I resist. For now anyway.
She smiles against my lips and then gives a soft, lazy laugh. “You’re ridiculously good at that.”
“Your body is very responsive to my touch. I’d give you another if you didn’t have to go.”
“I’m not so sure I could handle another.”
“One day I’m going to test that theory.”
Her eyes run over me like she’s trying to memorize every detail of this moment, and I know exactly how she feels because I’m doing the same damn thing. How the fuck am I going to let her go, knowing she’s going to be in the house with that abusive jackass?
She reaches a hand up and runs her finger over the jaw that I’m currently tensing. “Stop worrying about me. I’ll be fine, and I’ll see you on my birthday.”
“I will worry, so text me often.” I give her pussy one last squeeze before reaching up to cup her face. “Promise me you will text me if he hurts you again. I’m serious, Evie. I don’t care what time it is. Text me.”
“I will. Please try not to worry.”
I caress her skin with my thumb. “That’s not possible. I feel very protective of you.”
She smiles and gives me another quick kiss. “I really need to go.”
“I’ll miss you, Evie,” I tell her, and I mean every word of it. She stays on my mind when I’m not with her, haunting my thoughts, and that’s not something I’m used to.
Her blush is adorable when she says, “I’ll miss you too,” before opening the door and stepping out.
She gives me a cute wave before ducking her head and running down the sidewalk, no doubt eager to sneak inside before her dad wakes up or before I can change my mind and drive past the house that I already know she lives in. Once she’s turned the corner, I get out of my car and follow her. The closer she gets to her house, the more she caves in on herself, and when she sees the motorcycle parked next to her dad’s truck, she grows even smaller, hugging her arms across her chest with her head tucked so low I’m surprised she can see to walk. After she goes inside, I stay where I’m at, watching the house and waiting for her to text me.
I’m here. They were still sleeping it off, so you can stop worrying. ;)
I already know I’m not going to like the answer before I even ask the simple question.They?
