I glanced up at her, meeting her hooded eyes with my own. “Exactly what we both want to.”

Chapter Sixteen

She didn’t say anything, didn’t tell me to stop, and I couldn’t help myself any longer. I leaned forward again and let my tongue taste her, licking a circle around her belly button, then trailing down to the waistband of her pants. I wanted them gone, wanted to feel every inch of her bare before me. I wanted to taste her pussy, sink inside her again, make her scream. She didn’t protest when I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and tugged down enough to expose those tiny fucking shorts again, blue this time. She didn’t utter a plea for me to stop when my hands kept going, pushing her pants over her hips and down her legs, didn’t stop me when, once they were pooled at her feet, I went to work on her panties, shoving them down as well.

I kissed a path across her abdomen, down to her hips, getting closer and closer to the tiny strip of hair leading to her pussy. Despite having tasted her only hours ago, I wanted it again. I wanted to lie back on the couch, make her straddle my face, and lick her until she screamed. Evie had always liked to be in control in the bedroom, and I hadn’t minded. Hell, what seventeen-year-old guy would? But doing that, eating her out, had been when I’d always felt in control, even if she hadn’t been the one on her back. She took what I gave her, never able to direct the speed, the movement, and I’d fucking loved it.

Now, though, I wanted something more than those tiny scraps she used to give me. In the last several years, I’d realized that while being bossed around once in a while could be hot as hell, I preferred to be the one in control. But I also knew that Evie had given me something earlier when she’d let me take her up against the wall, so I’d give something back to her. I’d do it her way this time.

Just like I knew she would, she got impatient with my teasing and yanked her shirt over her head, then leaned forward and reached for mine. I didn’t put up a fight as she tugged it from me, then straddled my thighs, pressing her knees into the couch and reaching into my running pants to pull out my cock.

Letting out a groan, I dropped my head to the back of the couch and closed my eyes, resting my hands on the bare skin of her thighs. She stroked me exactly how I liked it—hard at the base, lighter over the head, her thumb sweeping the underside at every pass, and when she reached down and gripped my balls, I nearly shot off the goddamn couch.

Growling, I slid my hands up her thighs, tugging her hips toward me and lifting my head enough to capture a nipple in my mouth. She let out a moan, her stroking pausing for a moment, almost like she forgot herself. And I fucking loved that I could do that to her. Could make always-in-control Evie lose herself at my hand … at my mouth … however brief it was.

She resumed stroking my cock, then reached up with her other hand and ran her fingers through my hair, tugging it. She pulled hard enough that I eventually leaned back, letting her nipple slip from my mouth, and looked up at her. And then she crashed her mouth down on mine, her tongue licking against the seam of my lips, and I groaned as I opened to her. I gripped her ass, pulling her closer to me, feeling the heat and wetness of her pussy against my cock, and it would be so fucking easy to slip inside her. To slide her against me, tilt her hips the right way, and drive deep. And I knew if I didn’t get a condom on really goddamn soon, I would, too. I’d be too far gone to stop myself.

I let her grind on me, her hips swiveling as she rocked back and forth against my erection, the head of my cock hitting her clit with each pass. She could come like this, I knew she could, and I wanted her to. I wanted to see her come undone above me before I even got inside her.

“You gonna come, baby?”

“Uh-uh.” She shook her head, her eyes closed. “Want you inside me when I do.”

Except I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I might be surrendering a bit of control, letting her lead, but I wasn’t going to bend on this. “You’re going to come when I’m inside you, but gimme one first.” I guided her hips harder, faster, against me and listened with anticipation as her breathing grew quicker, little moans slipping out from between her parted lips. When she was almost there, when I could tell she was on the precipice, her legs clenched tight to my sides, I leaned forward and captured her nipple between my teeth, then I tugged.

“Riley, shit!”

She threw her head back and moaned through her release, her movements losing rhythm as she rode out her orgasm. I’d missed seeing it, missed feeling it, and I wanted to feel it again. Wanted to feel her wrapped around me, tight as a vise grip, when she went off the next time.

While she was still breathing heavily, trying to get her bearings, I reached into my pocket and pulled out one of the condoms I’d gotten at the store earlier. As fast as my fingers would allow, I ripped open the package and covered my cock, then lifted her up, my hands under her ass. Before she’d completely caught her breath, she reached behind her, circling my erection in her hand and sliding me back and forth against her slit. Pausing at her entrance, she sank down an inch, then lifted up and repeated the torture all over again.

And this was just another thing that hadn’t changed over the years. She didn’t like torture or teasing … unless it was on her terms. Unless it was me begging for more.

I groaned at her fifth pass, making a note to return this favor the next time. Turn the tables on her and make her beg for more. Right now, though, all I could think about was all her heat surrounding me, and I wanted it now. “Christ, baby, sit on my cock already. Fuck me,” I said, my fingers digging into her hips, forcing myself not to use my strength … not to use my power to do exactly what I wanted to. It would be so easy to grip her, tug her down onto me, or flip her around, lay her on the couch and pound into her, but I wanted to give her this. Wanted to give her a reminder of how it’d been between us.

How good it’d always been between us.

EVIE

Not able to torture him any longer—not able to torture myself any longer—I sank down onto him. I went slowly, so slowly, feeling every inch of him as he filled me up. We’d always fit together so perfectly, despite our disparities in size—disparities that had only increased in the past years, him filling out in more than just the breadth of his shoulders.

I’d never felt as full as he made me feel … never felt as whole, either.

“Jesus,” he breathed. His fingers dug into my hips, the muscles in his arms twitching with restraint. It was clear he wanted so badly to guide me, to move me how he wanted, to control the tempo, but he didn’t. He sat there, head against the back of the couch, eyes at half-mast as he watched me ride him.

When he was seated fully inside me, I didn’t lift myself off him and start the rhythm I knew he craved. Instead, I slid back and forth, rubbing my clit against him and reveling in the feeling of his thick length so deep inside me. God, I’d missed this. As much as I didn’t want to admit it, as much as I’d tried to avoid my feelings, there was no denying it. I’d missed this … missed him.

And not a day had gone by since I’d left when I hadn’t.

Finally ready to put us both out of our misery, I leaned back, braced my hands on his knees, and lifted up, riding him in long, deep strokes, lifting almost all the way off him before sliding down again. He was sprawled out, looking like he was relaxing and enjoying the show. I might’ve believed it, too, if it weren’t for the clench of his jaw, the tautness of his shoulders and arms as he held my hips in his tight grip. It was taking a lot for him to give up the power and let me lead, and it only made me want him more. He’d always been sexy, but now … the guy in front of me was all man, any shadows of the boy he’d once been long since eradicated. His body was something I didn’t think I’d ever get sick of looking at. Nor would I get sick of the way he was looking at me.