Idon’t wait for a verbal answer and step around him and up the steps to my front door. My keys jingling echo, the sound crashing into the quiet night. Evan’s footsteps follow me over the threshold. I set my keys down and shrug my coat from my shoulders. The door thuds as it closes, it blocks out any light that the street provided. It traps us in a bubble of our own silence, the atmosphere teeming with electricity.
My chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly as Evan steps closer. My back to him, I can feel his breath on my neck.
This is it. The moment where I need to fix us, as my granny would say - has said - I need to shit or get off the pot. I choose the former. “Evan. I think we need to talk…”
“Oh yeah?” His fingers collide with mine and glide their way up my arm. His movements are precise. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. As much as I revel in his touch and his desire for me, we should talk first. I’m the one who broke us, but he’s the one that eventually forced me away.
I turn around so that we’re face to face - or, face to chest. My hand rises to hover against his cheek, my palm cups his stubble - the sensation still odd to me. Since first meeting Evan, it hasn’t been very often that he hasn’t been clean-shaven. Being honest, I like the feel of his new roughness against my skin. I wonder what it would feel like as his face buried itself between my thighs. My sex involuntarily clenches at the thought.
“I’m sorry.” The words are a struggle to get out, my pride wants to hold them back. I inhale a shaky breath. I’m open, exposed to the hurt that could come. Evan had all the power, to lift me up or to tear me apart. I don’t like the uncertainty that clouded my mind, I don’t like feeling uncertain about anything to do with Evan. Because in my mind, he was still my Evan, I would probably always see him as my Evan. He was my home, my shelter when it was raining, my protector when I was afraid.
This whole stupid thing started because I felt caged, but over the last few weeks I’ve learned that Evan wasn’t the cage, I was. I restricted myself by holding back. Well, I was so done with that. I wanted him, I wanted to give him all of me. I was finally ready.
He whispers, “I know,” before his lips claim mine.
We stumble backwards into the living room. I look up at him and, in the semi-darkness, I see the anger on his face. Only now there’s desire too. For us, that’s a combination we thrive on. I know that a part of him wants to stop, we both know that this shouldn’t happen - not yet, anyway. But like a switch being flicked, desire sizzles the air, and we both know where this is going. I glance towards the bedroom door, and he catches my gaze, a devilish smirk growing on his face. I can feel it down to the core of my entire being, knowing he can feel it too only makes my lust for him burn more violently.
“The sofa is closer,” he growls, turning me around and slapping my ass, harder than I expected. I drop my jacket off my shoulders and peel my t-shirt off as I strut to the sofa, feeling my core tightening in anticipation. He catches up with me, grabbing my hips and grinding against my ass. He’s taken his shirt off too — I feel the warm brush of his skin against my shoulder blades as he kisses my neck. Evan pushes me forwards, so I stumble into the back of the sofa.
“Pants off,” he commands, to which my only response is to lift an eyebrow as I glance over my shoulder. “You clearly need reminding of who’s in charge here.”
“But-” My words stick in my throat at his sharp look. This is the kinky side of him that I’ve only seen a handful of times before. I’ve longed for kinky Evan to come out more often but it only ever happens when he’s tense. I shimmy out of my jeans and underwear, leaving them in a pool around my feet.
“Bend over,” he says, eyes roving the length of my body as I turn away from him and lean against the back of the sofa. I realise, with a satisfied smile, that it’s the perfect height to lean my elbows on while getting railed. My heart skips a beat as I realise what’s happening. Me and Evan. We’re back again.
I initially grunt at the feel of his hand coming down hard on my ass. The first one always stings that little bit extra. I gasp in surprise as the warmth starts to feel good. The second time, I’m ready and sigh immediately with the release. I feel him come forwards and grind his hard cock into my ass but could scream with frustration, the bastard still has his jeans on.
“Hey,” I say, twisting to look back at him. “You still have your jeans on.”
“I know.” I can see the bulge of his erection and,god,I want- no, need him inside of me. The sight of him causes me to ache. I reach for him, but he grabs my wrist, placing my hand firmly back on the sofa. With a smug smile, he adds, “I’m not done with you yet.”
I return to my bent position waiting as his hand draws back, the impact of his hand against me has me holding back a moan. It stings, but the warmth feels good all the same. I never would have thought that I’d be as into this as I am. I’m aching for him to hurry up, to fuck me. Right here, right now. I need the release.
“Do you know why I’m spanking you?” he asks. His voice has lost the distinct anger behind it but still has that low husk. A shiver runs down the length of my spine, and I know it has nothing to do with the temperature of my living room.
Back to his question, I think for a minute. I mean, there’s the obvious reason — that I left him — but maybe it’s something that I’ve not thought of. But right now, there’s no chance of my brain resuming normal functionality anytime soon. “Why don’t you tell me?”
“Don’t sass me. I’m in control here.” He tries to chastise me but I hear the smile in his voice. I resist the urge to giggle, sure it would spoil the mood. Before I have a chance to say anything, his fingers are on my clit and I’m moaning, grinding into his hand.
“You…” His voice is almost a whisper. “You broke my heart. Now stay still,” he says, moving his hand to my hot, wet entrance. He runs his fingers around me gently, then takes his hand back and spanks me again. I don’t move, not when his fingers enter me and I clench around them involuntarily.
“Good,” he breathes. His hand withdraws and collides with my ass again. Then he says what I realise I’ve been yearning for this whole time. “That’s my girl.” His fingers dig into my butt cheek hard and I can hear him unzipping his jeans. I almost moan with anticipation. I want this. I want this more than I’ve wanted anything before.
I feel the tip of his cock graze my entrance. I want to look at him, to drink in the glorious sight of him. He told me not to move but I’ve never been very good at following instructions. As he goes to slip inside of me, I turn, rising up to claim his mouth with a kiss. He chuckles against my mouth as our lips part.
“Naughty girl.”
He pulls back and turns me around, one hand fisting in my hair to bend me over the sofa again. He doesn’t hesitate this time, and within an instant, he’s inside me. I cry out, back arching, and push back towards him, pushing him deeper into me. He pulls back again and thrusts his hips forward, hard. So hard. He slams into my stinging butt cheek and I audibly whine. For a second, I’m horrified at the pathetic noise but the sensations overcome me and I need him. I need more.
“Harder, Evan…” I say, a moan to my voice so desperate I hardly recognise it.
“Harder?” he asks teeth gritted.
I nod, his grip in my hair tightens, and he rails into me again and again. I cry out in pleasure, in pain, I don’t even know anymore. I feel him hit my limits hard as he pounds into me over and over. He doesn’t stop. I don’t think I’ve ever been fucked like this before. His hand relinquishes his grip on myhair and suddenly my bra is off and across the room. His hands are on my tits, squeezing my tight nipples hard. He kneads my chest as he pulls me upright onto his dick. God, I’ve wanted this for weeks, how could I not see it before? How was I so stupid?
He pulls out of me, whipping me around to face him, then presses me back up onto the edge of the sofa, so he can slide his erection into me. The new angle stealing my breath, and he grinds his body deeper into mine. Evan dips his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth, the feel his teeth on my skin have me moaning with delight.
“Yes, Evan, oh my gosh…I-” I hit my orgasm, tingling sensations pouring over me making my body almost numb with pleasure.
