I smiled around him, loving the way his body responded, loving that I could make him so wild. I sucked harder, tongue laving every inch, lips stretched wide, throat tight as I swallowed him whole. My hands slid up his hips, gripping hard, holding him in place as I bobbed my head, taking him deeper each time.
He couldn’t hold back anymore. He started to fuck my mouth in earnest, hips rolling, driving his cock to the base, each thrust more desperate than the last. His fingers in my hair kept me anchored, letting me know he trusted me to take everything.
The noises were filthy, wet and obscene, spit bubbling around his cock, my throat working to take him, every sound making us both crazier. He rocked up, balls slapping my chin, the heavy drag of his cock making my eyes water, but I never stopped. I wanted him undone. I wanted to feel him fall apart for me.
He started muttering broken praise, voice shaking with every thrust. “So good for me, so perfect, so fucking greedy. You were made for this. Made for me.”
I moaned, swallowing him, spit dripping down my neck, body thrumming with need. My own cock leaked, pressed hard to the sheets, every nerve ending screaming for relief. But I wanted to earn it. I wanted to take care of him first.
He let go of my hair, both hands now cupping my face, guiding me up and down his cock, thumbs stroking my jaw. He slowed the rhythm, holding me at the base, making me feel every pulse, every twitch. I looked up at him, eyes shining, letting him see how much I wanted to be owned.
He bit his lip, eyes wild, body shaking with the effort of holding back. “You look so good like this. So fucking hungry. I could watch you all night.”
He kept my face cradled in his hands, the world narrowing to his heavy breaths and the heat of his cock pressed to my lips. Then, slowly, he let his thumb pull at my bottom lip, holding my mouth open, eyes fixed on mine with something wild and possessive.
He leaned in, spit gathering on his tongue, and let it drip straight into my mouth. The taste of him—salt, sweat, the barest hint of what we’d already shared—sent a rush through me. Before I could swallow, he crushed his mouth to mine, spit-slick tongues tangling, sharing everything, his kiss so filthy it made my toes curl. I wrapped myself around him, arms locked tight behind his neck, legs hooked over his hips, wanting to be as close as possible, needing his strength to keep me grounded.
He groaned into my mouth, the sound low and rough, both hands roaming over my back, kneading the muscle, squeezing my ass until I gasped. He nipped at my tongue, sucked my lower lip, then slid his hand down, grabbing my thigh and lifting me higher. I clung to him, holding on for dear life as he shifted, muscles flexing beneath my hands.
Evan moved in one smooth motion, standing up with me still wrapped around him, my legs tight at his waist. His cock, heavy and slick, dragged along my ass, smearing spit and precome over my skin. My mouth was still full of his taste, lips tingling from the rough kiss. I buried my face against his throat, breathing in the clean scent of his skin, letting him carry me.
He strode across the room, never wavering, never loosening his grip. My back hit the wall, the cool plaster a shock against fevered skin. He pressed me there, his whole body braced against mine, muscles caging me in. To my right, the wall mirror caught us both in sharp relief—my hair wild, face flushed, lipsswollen; Evan looming over me, eyes dark, jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.
He pinned me with his hips, cock pressing firm and hungry against my ass, his chest heaving with every breath. I tightened my hold, pulling him in closer, feeling the wild beat of his heart under my palms.
Evan cupped my jaw again, thumb tracing my cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips to mine—gentler now, but no less hungry. His tongue swept into my mouth, taking what he wanted, swallowing every little moan I gave. When he pulled back, I chased his lips, desperate for more.
In the mirror, I could see the full picture: Evan’s massive body holding me up with ease, my legs tight around his waist, his hands palming my thighs, my own hands gripping his shoulders for support. We looked ruined already—sweat-slick, flushed, every inch of skin showing the evidence of want and worship.
He pulled back just enough to let his gaze wander, drinking in the sight of my bare skin, cock leaking against my stomach, still trapped between us. “You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this,” he murmured, voice rough. “Wanted to see you like this—wanted to show you what you do to me.”
He rolled his hips, grinding his cock against me, the friction sending sparks straight up my spine. I moaned, throwing my head back, baring my throat for him. He took the invitation, biting a line from my jaw down to my collarbone, sucking a fresh mark into my skin.
I arched into him, hips rocking, desperate for more, for everything. I let my hands wander—tracing his shoulders, gripping his hair, sliding down his broad back. I could feel every muscle tense beneath my fingers, every shudder that ran through him.
He pinned me harder, one hand sliding between us to cup my ass, spreading me open, letting his cock rut between my cheeks.The other gripped my thigh, holding me wide so I couldn’t close myself off from him. In the mirror, I watched as he took me apart, every movement, every touch reflected back in filthy, beautiful detail.
Evan’s grip on my body tightened, arms flexing as he held me pinned, our chests sliding slick with sweat. I could see the wild look in his eyes, the dark flush high on his cheeks, as if even now he couldn’t quite believe this was real—couldn’t believe I was letting him see every inch, letting him own me with every touch.
He shifted his grip, big hands sliding from my ass and thigh to cradle me beneath my knees, the movement slow and careful, treating me like I was the most precious thing in the world. My feet touched the floor, a brief moment of grounding before he spun me, keeping my back pressed to the cool plaster, making sure I was steady before he let go. For a second I just stood there, trembling, every muscle buzzing with anticipation, chest heaving as I stared at him in the mirror.
He bent, mouth hot on my neck, one hand braced against my chest, the other sliding down my stomach, fingers trailing over every inch of skin. He knelt at my feet, eyes level with my cock, but he ignored it, instead gripping my hips and tugging me just far enough from the wall that he could kneel between me and the mirror. The heat of his breath ghosted over my skin, his gaze never leaving my reflection.
He pressed a hand between my shoulder blades, urging me to bend forward just enough that my ass was pushed out, my hole exposed for him. With a slow, reverent grip, he reached back and spread me open, two strong thumbs sinking into the soft flesh, stretching me wide for his own greedy inspection.
I caught the image in the glass: me braced against the wall, legs parted, Evan crouched behind me, his eyes locked on the wet, pink pucker of my hole—open, needy, glistening in the dim light, still stretched from how he’d fingered me on the bed.He looked hungry, almost dazed, jaw clenched tight, tongue dragging over his lower lip.
“Look at you,” he rasped, voice so low it made my insides twist. “You see that? That’s all mine. All open for me, wanting me, aching for my tongue.”
I watched myself blush, watched the shudder roll through my body as his breath hit my hole, hot and humid. The sight of him kneeling for me, worshipping, hungry and reverent, sent a rush of filthy pride through me.
He leaned in, pressing his lips to the sensitive skin, licking a slow, wet circle around my rim. His thumbs never loosened, keeping me spread wide, making sure I could see every flick of his tongue, every glint of teeth. The sensation was electric, pleasure winding tight through my belly, so much hotter for being witnessed—forced to see every filthy thing he did to me, every wild, desperate expression painted on my face.
He flattened his tongue and licked up from my balls to my hole, broad and wet, making me moan. He spit, letting the slick run down my crack, then buried his face in deep, tongue pushing inside, twisting and writhing, fucking me with his mouth while his hands kneaded my cheeks.
I pressed my forehead to the wall, hips pushing back into his mouth, needy and shameless. Every sound he made—every slurp, every groan—echoed up through my bones, making me wild. I looked over my shoulder, met his eyes in the mirror, and almost came just from the sight of him: his cheeks flushed, mouth working hungrily, spit glistening on my skin.
He pulled back for just a breath, letting me feel the cool air on my wet hole. “You taste so good. Never gonna get enough of this,” he murmured, then dove back in, tongue pushing deep, lips sealing tight around my rim as he sucked and teased.
