He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it onto the floor. I greedily ran my hands over the rippling muscles then down to his boxer briefs, palming his hard cock through the fabric. He bucked against my hand.
“I need you,” I whispered to him.
Evan kissed me hard as I pushed down his boxer briefs. His cock was thick and hard in my hands. I rolled a condom onto him then guided him to me. He was hilt deep in me instantly. The desire he had for me was so damn strong that it only ignited my desire for him in turn. I enjoyed that sudden penetration, that rush of bliss, the fact that we could know one another so well.
He pushed the lace bra up to expose my nipples so he could pinch and tease them as he thrust into me, his cock stroking my clit with every thrust. I arched back, enjoying the absolute pleasure of being taken by Evan. Every thrust, every stroke pushed me higher, making me moan. My legs closed around him, our pace becoming more and more fervent, as we both drove higher and higher until the wave of pleasure finally crested. I cried out as I came, Evan’s muscular body entwined with mine. He grabbed me tighter, pulled me somehow even closer, and shuddered inside me.
I ran my hand over his slightly flushed face.
“So I’m your girlfriend now, huh?”
He flashed me that irresistible grin. “You can’t tell me that you don’t like being my girlfriend.”
“All you’ve done is fuck me every which way to Sunday. I could have paid someone to do that.”
Evan sputtered, “I’m better than anyone you’d find online!”
“I don’t know,” I teased, fishing my phone from the pile of clothes on the floor then leaning back against him. “Let’s see. Oh, look at all these pictures of hot guys I conveniently have saved!”
Evan growled and kissed me hard. “Chris Evans isn’t for sale as an escort. But I am here day and night for your pleasure. But just to be on the safe side…”
Evan plucked my phone from my fingers, held it up, and snapped a few pictures of himself.
“Make all your friends jealous.”
45
Evan
“This isn’t the bachelorette party I wanted,” Imogen pouted. “Teddy got to have a whole weekend hunting with his friends.”
“If you hadn’t kicked all your bridesmaids out,” I reminded her, trying not to grit my teeth and make my stress headache worse, “one of them would have planned a nice weekend. But you did, so you’re getting a bachelorette party,singular, on one,singular, evening.”
“You didn’t even plan it on a Friday or a Saturday night,” Imogen complained.
“I have business meetings planned,” I reminded her. “And Ivy has weddings. So you would have been short your wedding party.”
“It’s not fair!” Imogen whined.
Mika took a rhinestone crown out of her bag and arranged it on Imogen’s head.
“We are going to have a nice, intimate celebration in a swanky suite,” she told her as the limo took us to the luxury hotel. “It has its own pool, and we’ll take awesome pictures! Everyone’s going to be so jealous of your bachelorette party!”
“I even have little bachelorette gift bags!” Tiffanie added, handing them out.
Ivy took hers, looked inside, and went beet red. “You didn’t want to keep it alittletactful?” she hissed at her mother.
I peeked in and whistled.
Imogen was unmoved. “I’m here with my assistant and my wedding planner. The help numbers more than my actual bridal party.”
My stepmother patted her on the knee. “Look lively, Imogen. Let’s take a selfie for Insta!”
I checked my watch. We still had six more hours of the bachelorette party to go. I wasn’t going to make it.
“You didn’t have to come,” Ivy said, sliding next to me and handing me a glass of Scotch.
“And leave you all alone with the stripper and that bag of toys?” I was satisfied when Ivy blushed.
