Page 83 of The Challenge

I looked up at the magnificence of Evan Ricci. His broad shoulders. His dreamy brown eyes. That gorgeous piece of black hair that always fell over his forehead. I’d seen him from all angles but never bare.

“I want to see your body,” I said.

With a boyish twinkle in his eyes, Evan unbuttoned his shirt before sliding it off his arms. I swallowed at the sight of his muscular chest and the prominent veins in his strong arms.

While I’d seen him shirtless before, this was the first time I’d allowed myself to stare and soak it all in. My mouth watered. Evan was so much more defined than he’d been years ago, a testament to the full-on man he’d grown into over a decade. His golden skin was smooth and almost looked like he had a spray tan, though I knew he didn’t.

My eyes traveled from his pecs down to his abs. A thin line of black hair led down to the V formed by his muscles. I lowered my eyes a little farther to the substantial bulge in his jeans, quivering at the prospect of having him inside of me.

Evan unbuckled his belt and threw it to the side. After, he lowered his jeans and kicked them off before pushing down his boxer briefs, letting loose the absolute biggest penis I’d ever had the pleasure of laying my eyes on. The reality wasn’t even close to what I’d imagined. It was so much better, his shaft thick and veiny, the tip glistening.

I licked my lips. “Hell, Ricci…” I chuckled under my breath.

He put his hands on his hips and flashed a cocky grin. “You like me?”

“You’re absolutely beautiful, Evan.”

“An eye for an eye.” He lifted his chin. “Take off that nurse costume. Let me see you.”

“I thought you wanted me to keep it on,” I taunted.

He smirked. “I changed my mind.”

I reached up to unzip the back and let the white sheath slide down my body. Unsnapping my bra at the front, I threw it to the floor. Evan’s eyes moved over my breasts, now hanging freely. Goose bumps prickled my skin as my nipples hardened. Evan bit his bottom lip and ogled me. I loved the eagerness in his eyes as he soaked me in. He took a few steps forward and stuck a finger in the waistband of my panties.

“You don’t need these, do you?” he asked.

I shook my head.

In one harsh movement, he ripped them off, the friction lightly burning my skin.

“You owe me new underwear,” I scolded in jest.

“There are some perfectly good yellow ones on the scarecrow outside.” He wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and leaned in to nuzzle it.

When he stepped back to look at me, his cock had grown even harder, more precum beading at the tip. “You’ve only gotten more amazing with age.” Evan shook his head slowly. “You’re perfect, Chloe Cavanaugh. So damn perfect. I’ve always thought so.”

“I think you should dirty me, then.” I reached for his hand and slipped it between my legs.

“Fuuuuck. You’re so damn wet, baby. I love it.” His eyes rolled back. “Can’t wait to feel it all over my cock.”

“That’s what a decade of wanting does to someone,” I told him.

He reached for my hand and placed it around his hot shaft. “Feel this. That’s a decade of dreaming about being inside of you. And it’s so damn close now.”

“Are you saying those dreams when you called out my name were sex dreams?” I began to jerk him off slowly.

He hissed. “Don’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll come in your hand in two seconds. And that’s not how I want to debut.”

“It’s okay if you come. I’ll lick it all up.”

He gritted his teeth. “Don’t talk like that, Chloe. I swear, you have no idea how sensitive I am right now.”

“Let’s test it,” I said as I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth.