Will this do?He’s got to be fucking kidding me. I try to move against his hand, needing more friction. He’s being too soft, toying with my wetness against my clit, not giving me what I want just because I haven’t asked.
“Two,” I say roughly. “Two fingers. I want to feel you everywhere."
The sentence is barely out of my mouth before he penetrates me with his middle finger and his index finger, filling me with his large hand. It’s exactly what I wanted. Exactly what I needed, but...
“Ev, your fingers- They’re so...big,” I moan, my hands struggling against his grip. I can’t help but roll my hips against his hand, still needing that bit more.
“I’m just doing what you asked.” he rasps, biting and nipping at my neck. The stimulation I’m getting from his mouth on my neck and his fingers deep in my pussy, driving me insane. His pace increases slightly as I rock my body into his.
“Does it feel good, hm?” His voice is low and raspy, so the only thing that comes out of my mouth is a moan as I clench around him. “As good as that feels and sounds, that isn’t an answer, pretty girl.”
“Evan,” I moan, sounding pathetic and needy. That’s exactly what I am now; a moaning, shaking, desperate and needy mess. All for him. Every touch from him feels like an inferno and I can’t get enough. “It feels good. Too good.”
“Do you want your friends to hear you moaning my name?” he asks, and I shake my head, still trying to move against him. I don’t know why I do it, only knowing it’s going to push me over the edge, but I want this to last forever. “Good. Now let me cover your mouth.”
He drops his hand from holding mine above my head and plants it across my mouth instead. Now my hands are flailing, trying to grip onto something for stability as he continues pushing his fingers in and out of me, the slick wet noises filling the room. I grip onto the sink with both hands, my knuckles turning white.
He teases my clit with his thumb, still pumping in and out of me with long strokes. Jesus, Christ. I’ve never felt this good before. He pulls his fingers out of me only to pinch my clit and I shudder, moaning into his hand while he stares right at me, his face painted in a satisfied, evil grin. I’m sure my saliva is completely covering his hand, but he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, it seems like he’s enjoying it. My body is trembling now, my hips unable to keep up with the brutal thrust of his fingers, needing to finally be pushed over the edge.
“Are you going to come for me, Angel?" he asks. I nod my head, my eyes watering as he pulls out of me.Again. He’s trying to destroy me. He slaps my pussy and I moan again. “Good girl.”
He sinks two fingers back inside me, keeping his eyes locked with mine, but they keep rolling back in my head, overcome with pleasure. Needing more. But needing less.
When he picks up his pace, his thumb still circling my clit, I feel the orgasm about to hit me and I roll my head back, still moaning into his hand. My back arches, my legs writhing as he mercilessly pushes his fingers in and out of me, the whole experience feeling like stars are bursting.
“Evan,” I cry.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“I need-” He increases his pace again before slowing it down. My hips aren’t able to move anymore, my body hot and confused with the game that he’s playing.Is he trying to kill me?
He ignores my needy whimpers, instead saying, “What do you need?”
“Stop teasing me. I need to come,” I moan.
“Good, because I’m fucking starving,” he groans as he slowly sinks to his knees.
My head tilts back, unable to look at him even after he releases my hands and ties the ribbon around just one of my wrists instead. He presses his tongue flat against me and my legs shake as I hold on tight to my dress.He’s eating me out so good like he’s been paid to do it. He pushes his tongue into me, and I feel my whole body flush again.
When the pleasure takes over again, my head instantly falls back, moans falling out of my mouth that I forget to keep quiet, but I don’t care. I don’t care how loud I sound with how good this feels. When he looks back at me, watching me on the brink of falling apart, he squeezes my ass.
I twist my head to the side again, not able to look at him as he continues sucking my clit, lightly grazing his teeth against me. I turn to the mirror, watching as his head bobs up and down, my skirt only covering half of his face. I don’t know how much I can take of this. He’s too fucking good at everything.
“Don’t do that,” he warns, his voice thick and heavy, “I want you to look at me when you come for me, Scarlett.”
That’s what does it. The way my name sounds on his lips – desperate and fucking needy. The way those green eyes are staring into mine as I try to speak, and nothing comes out. The orgasm rips through me and pulls through every nerve in my body in waves, as he holds me on the come down, gently massaging my clit as it passes through me.
I want him.
I want all of him.
“I need you to fuck me,” I say when I catch my breath.
“Right now? When your friends are on the other side of this door?" I nod. He stands up to his full height. He pushes the sweaty hair on my forehead out of my face. “Scar, I’ve been dreaming about fucking you since the first day at North. I’ve fucked my fist imagining doing it raw, hard, and fast. I’ve imagined doing it slowly, taking my time, easing my cock into you until you can’t take anymore. I’ve imagined fucking you so hard in that tight pussy of yours until it’s the only thing you remember, and you can’t walk straight, which means it’s not going to be a quick fuck in a bathroom of a restaurant. I’m going to want the whole day having my way with you. I’m going to look after you afterwards, clean you up and tuck you into bed with me. Because that’s what it’s going to be like when I finally have you all to myself. But today isn’t that day. When I do, I’m going to fuck you like your mine.”
I swallow at the images he’s just painted. I want all of what he just said. Every single fucking thing and more. Does he really expect me to have dinner with everyone after all that?Apparently.
“Okay,” I breathe out. He tilts his head to the side.
