I inhaled sharply, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her closer as our lips worked together. Her tongue teased my bottom lip, her hands sliding down my body, edging up my dress. She kissed me deeply and passionately, softly, until we had to break apart to get my dress off.
She tossed it to the side and stood. “Take off the rest.”
I did as she said, not taking my eyes off her as she stripped out of her clothes. Her breasts were beautiful. Not too big, perky, her nipples hard. She had abs, but her curves were soft, and she had a belly button ring glinting in silver and pink. My favorite color.
Fuck, she was gorgeous.
She crawled back over me, a smile on her lips. “Look how pretty you are, baby,” she sang, sliding her hand up my side, over my ribs, my breast. She squeezed tightly, biting her lip. “Did the mean old man bruise you?”
I nodded, falling back into the bed, arching my back at her touch, one of her legs between mine, the other on my right side.
She clicked her tongue. “That just won’t do.” She slid her hand over my neck, digging her nails into my skin as she leaned down,her hair falling in pools around me, and her lips found mine again.
I groaned, sliding my hands over her soft hips, her waist, dragging them down, earning a hiss from Evelyn. I could feel the scars she had. Bumps in her flesh that told of the same stories Everett’s told. I wanted to lick each and every single one of them.
Fuck, was I gay?
No, because I wanted Everett too. I wanted both of them. I needed both of them.
She pulled back, her eyes black. “Someone likes to draw blood.” She held up her right hand, balanced on her left as I rocked my hips against her thigh, needing anything down there to take away the ache building between my legs. “Do you know why I keep these two fingers cut short?”
My eyes fell to her hand, taking in the short nails on her middle and index finger. My face twisted. “No,” I replied, finding her eyes again.
“Good.” She found my lips, deepening the kiss until my head spun. Until my body arched and my hands ripped down her back.Fuck. She was so goddamn beautiful.
Her hand slid down my body slowly, achingly slow. Down, down, down, until I felt her fingers tease my entrance, up and down, before sliding straight in.
I ripped my lips away, groaning as I rocked into the touch. “Fuck,” I whimpered, looking down, seeing her hand between my legs.
Her eyes found mine, her smile wide. “Now you know,” she hummed, working her fingers inside of me.
I groaned, latching onto her back, shoving my hips up as she hovered above me, shoving her fingers in and out.
In and out.
In and out.
“Oh,God,” I grunted, feeling it build within me, her eyeslocked onto mine, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.
“That’s right, baby, cum for me.”
My nails dug into her, earning a wince, warmth slowly crawling through my body as her fingers hit my swollen clit over and over again. Playing with it, flicking it, twisting it. “I’m going to—”
A hand wrapped around my throat and my eyes widened. Quickly, Everett’s eyes replaced Evelyn as she sat back, straddling one of my legs as she worked on my pussy, her hips grinding against me, her own moans filling the room.
Everett was on his knees above me, his eyes flaming and black, angry and filled with hunger.
“If you cum for her, I’ll fucking kill you,” he told me, tightening his grip around my throat.
My hands found his wrist, holding it at an odd angle, and I pulled myself up, trying to relieve the pressure, but suddenly the fingers were gone, and Evelyn was on top of me again, straddling my waist, her soaking pussy sliding against my stomach, her hands sliding over mine.
I whined, squeezing my thighs together, now stuck in a painful state of being. On the verge of orgasming, and then quick denial. I hated it.
And I needed more.
She clicked her tongue. “Don’t listen to him,” she told me softly, pulling my hands from his wrist and placing them on her chest. “He’s just jealous I worked you up so quickly.”
I squeezed, my head spinning, no other thought in my head but the pure haze of bliss. She moaned and the sound made my back arch, hips pushing up, straining against the solid weight of her.
