But then she gave me a wicked smile, the corner of her mouth lifting before she drew out the torture even longer. She drifted her lips up and down the length of my cock, her tongue fluttering and teasing, her fingers stroking my balls, but she wouldn’t give me the hot suction of her mouth.
“Evie.” Sitting up, I propped myself on one of my elbows while holding her hair back in my other hand. “Give me your mouth.” I guided her up my shaft until her lips were poised over the tip of my cock and applied pressure to the back of her head. She opened her mouth against me, but instead of engulfing me like I wanted, she let her teeth drag over the head, and I hissed out a curse.
As much as I wanted her mouth on me, wanted her to go exactly where I directed her, I couldn’t deny that this power play between us was hot as hell. Part of the reason I loved Evie was because she didn’t take shit from anyone. She stood up for what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to take control. The thought that she was my equal in every way only made me hotter for her.
I looked down my body at her, seeing that mass of red hair fisted in my hand, her lips pink and wet and waiting for me. And then she was doing exactly what I wanted, surrounding me with her mouth and sucking me inside. And seeing her lips spread wide around me, taking all of me in, made my cock jerk inside her mouth.
“Fuck,” I breathed. “Your mouth is so good … so good.”
She glanced at me then, her eyes connecting with mine, and Jesus Christ, I’d missed this.
Evie and I clicked, meshed together perfectly, and that had been obvious even as young as we’d been. And despite the time apart, despite the years between us, it wasn’t something either of us could deny now.
She pulled her mouth off my cock, flicking out her tongue to tease the underside, and I groaned out a low breath, loving that she still knew how to tease my body, get me worked up so fucking much I couldn’t wait to bury myself inside her.
I let her hair fall from my grasp as she pulled away and sat up on her knees, removing the rest of her clothes. And then she crawled up my body, kissing my chest, my neck, slipping her tongue inside my mouth. I gripped her face as she settled on top of me, her knees on either side of my hips. She was so wet, she slid with ease against my cock, and as much as I wanted to reach down and grip my cock, guide myself into her, I didn’t. I wanted to see how far she’d go, how long she’d tease us both before finally giving in, knowing the payoff would be all the better for both of us when I finally sank deep inside her.
When she shifted forward, crawling farther up my body, I groaned, wrapping my arms around her thighs as she put her knees on either side of my head. And then I leaned up, licking a straight line up her slit, and pulled her down onto my mouth, sucking her clit between my lips.
She rocked against my face, pressing one hand to the brick wall behind the bed while the other clutched my hair, holding me to her. I ran my hands along the outside of her thighs, over her hips, then clutched her waist before sliding them up to cup her tits, pinching her nipples and tugging. When she ground her pussy harder against my mouth in response, I couldn’t stop my groan from reverberating on her. Stroking her with my tongue the way I knew she liked, I lifted my eyes to see her. She was staring down at me, her mouth open, her eyes fuzzy and hazed, but in them I saw everything I’d been feeling. There was no doubting that connection between us in the way she was looking at me.
That connection between us that hadn’t ever gone away.
Before I could get her off, make her come on my tongue, she pulled back, breathing hard as she slid down my body until she hovered over my throbbing cock. She reached over to the makeshift nightstand and blindly felt around until she came up with a condom. It seemed like a blink later that she’d rolled it down my length, then she was poised over me and sinking down until our bodies were flush together.
I groaned, wrapping my fingers around her hips, digging them into her flesh. “Jesus Christ, you feel so fucking good.”
She leaned forward, resting her face close to mine. She didn’t kiss me, didn’t trace my lips with her tongue, just leaned so close we were sharing breaths while she rocked over me, while she took me inside her over and over and over again. Needing more, I reached up with one hand and wrapped my fingers around the base of her head, delving into her thick hair, and pulled her against me. Closing my eyes, I kissed her, slipping my tongue against hers and groaning at how good it all felt. Being inside her body, as close to her as I could possibly get.
She pulled back and sat up, taking me all the way inside her, and swiveled her hips, and I thought I’d die. Right there under her, staring up into her face as she drove me out of my fucking mind.
“Jesus, baby.” It was hardly more than a whisper, my voice ragged and rough as I closed my eyes against the feel of her surrounding me.
When I blinked my eyes open, she was staring down at me, her hair a curtain around us, making it feel like we were the only two people on earth. I looked up into her eyes, seeing the undeniable connection we had reflected back, and I wanted to stay like this forever. Because when she was here like this, I knew she was safe. And I would do anything to make sure she always was.
EVIE
Riley hadn’t been my first partner. Not my second, either. And since my time with him in high school, there had been many others who’d come and gone, mostly nameless, faceless men, but they were there. And while there had been a physical connection, there had never been this all-consuming fire that was always there with me and Riley.
It felt exhilarating and terrifying and freeing, and I didn’t know which worried me the most. As much as I wanted to let myself fall into him, into his arms and his smile and his safe harbor, I couldn’t. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in him, in us, and forget what was chasing me.
Riley reached up, brushing my hair back over my shoulder, and wrapped his fingers around my neck. He slid his thumb along my jawline, and I could barely look into his eyes. Couldn’t look away, though, either. I could see everything he was feeling reflecting back at me—the fear for me, the honesty of this connection between us … the heartbreak at all the time we’d lost.
And I hated that we’d lost it at all, when in the end, it hadn’t mattered. One of the reasons I’d run in the first place was so he could be safe. And now he was here, right in the middle of exactly what I’d tried to keep him out of.
The knowledge that he was still involved with everything, wrapped up in the business that had cost me my life, filled me with so much anger and resentment. I wanted better for him, but more than that, I wanted him to want so much better for himself.
“Evie … baby…” His voice was rough, breathless, and I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. While his tongue slid across mine, I rocked over him, bringing us both closer to the peak. “Fuck, I’m so close,” he ground out through clenched teeth, pumping up into me with sure strokes, his hands gripping me, holding me exactly where he wanted me to be. And when he brought one of his hands down, slipping it between us and circling his thumb around my clit as I slid forward and back against him, I couldn’t hold back anymore.
At Riley’s groan, his body tightening under mine, I came, head tossed back, body thrumming and pulsing and collapsing against him. His breath was harsh, ragged in my ear, mumbling about how good it felt, how good it always felt with me.
It was little consolation that we felt the same. Little comfort in the fact that while I was thinking about how amazing it always was with him, he was thinking the same thing.
Because there was only one thought that still weighed on my shoulders, one thought echoing in my mind, even while he was inside me …