AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Bastard!
Shaking my head, I shove the door closed after Margie has left too. I pour myself a new cup of water and sit. Crossing my legs, I squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to fend off the incessant throb. The only thing that helps is knowing that Everett will finish what he started later. I can hardly wait. I’d finish myself off, but I’d rather his dick do that job.
It’s safe to say that I won’t be getting much more done today. With Everett on my mind and still feeling worked up from earlier, I decide to call it a day.
Eleven
Reagan
I sag against the wall of the elevator as it takes me up to the fourth floor of my building. It’s so hot outside today and the humidity is so high that the blouse I’m wearing is sticking to me like a second skin. I can’t wait to get in, turn the air conditioner on, and get these clothes off.
The elevator grinds to a halt and the doors open. I step out, pausing for a second to lean against the wall and take off my heels. It’s been a bitch of a day and my feet are killing me. I enjoy the instant relief of my shoes being off for a moment before walking down the hallway to my apartment. I unlock the door and let myself into my two-bedroom apartment.
The coldness of the hard wood floor beneath my feet is heavenly. Once I’ve kicked the door shut, I flick the switch for the air conditioner and move into the kitchen, dumping my purse and keys on one of the bar stools before going to the fridge. Staring at me from inside the door is a bottle of white wine. I grab the neck and pull it out before getting a glass from the cupboard above my head and pouring a tall glass. I take my first sip and let the fruity flavors settle on my tongue. I take the glass with me into the living space of my one-bedroom apartment and let my body sink into the couch. Tightening my grip around my glass, I tip my head back, closing my eyes, and bask in the cool air that’s circulating through the room. I hear my cell chime with a text, but I ignore it. Nothing could make me move right now.
I’m almost halfway done with my wine when there’s a knock on my door. Only three people could be standing on the other side of that door: my mom, my brother or Everett. I had to put Ev on the concierge list because he tends to show up whenever he feels like it.
There’s another bang on the door, then another. Someone’s getting impatient. I put my glass on the end table, stand, and pad across the hard floor to the door, tugging it open.
I should’ve guessed it was Everett when the knocking wouldn’t stop. Leaning his back against the far wall, he has his one leg crossed over the other and his arms folded across his chest, looking as sexy as hell still dressed in his suit. “There’s my sexy CEO. How are you?”
I lean my shoulder against the door jam, relaxing against it. “Tired.” Of course, I’m never too tired for him, but I don’t let Everett know that. “Have you been home yet?” I ask, running my gaze over his suited form.
He smirks. “Nope. Came straight here from the office.” The urge to go to him is strong, but I hold myself back and open the door wider. He pushes off the wall and enters my apartment like he owns the place, shrugging out of his blazer and slinging it over the breakfast bar. When he sees the wine on the counter, he grabs a glass and pours some for himself.
“Help yourself, Ev,” I tell him, shutting the front door. I bypass him and go back to the couch.
Everett sits down next to me, resting his hand on my thigh, his finger teasing my skin as it runs under the hem of my skirt. He puts his glass down on the coffee table and turns to me, gripping my chin with enough force to turn my face to him before taking my lips in a passionate kiss. Our tongues tangle together, and every bit of tension that was binding me, leaves my body. I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him back to me. Threading his fingers through my hair, he gives it a tug. Breaking the kiss, he brushes the loose hairs from my face and gives me his full attention. “That’s what I’ve been waiting for.”
With a tight grip on my hand, he tugs me toward him, and I straddle his thighs. With hurried fingers I undo the buttons of his shirt and bare his chest. I hitch up my skirt and place myself more fully on top of him, his erection already growing beneath me. Running my fingers over his pecs and nicely toned abs, I tug at the button of his pants, drag the zipper down, and his greedy cock springs free. His fingers trail up my thighs, finding my already wet core, and he pushes a finger inside me. My head falls back on a groan before I bring it back up to smash my lips against his in a needy kiss.
I stand up and undo my skirt. Sliding my hands underneath the material, I shimmy it down my legs until it pools at my feet. Everett takes his large erection in his hand, stroking up and down before sheathing himself in a condom. I straddle his thighs again, and slide myself down onto his waiting erection, filling me to the hilt. He grips my hips with his hands, the tips of his fingers biting into my skin, turning me on even more, my clit throbbing, aching to be touched.
Slowly, I unbutton my blouse and shrug it off, so I’m just in my bra. He yanks me forward, impatient, reaches around me, and unfastens my bra. I drag the straps down my arms and sling it to the floor as Everett latches on to a bare breast. I can’t stop the groan as my core throbs. Being the needy bitch that I am when it comes to Everett, I bear down on him, grinding my hips in small circles.
“Fuck me, Rae. Take control, baby.”
“Oh fuck.” Needing more, I flatten my hands against his chest and rear up before sinking back down on him. Clamping around his cock, I move faster and drop down harder, making him growl louder and louder.
“Keep your hands on my shoulders, baby.”
I do as he asks, and he grips my hips and holds me still as he thrusts up into me over and over again. I squeeze him tightly, my nails digging into his skin. “Yes, Ev.”
His movements become more uncontrolled and he’s soon bringing us both to the edge of the precipice.
“You ready to fall with me, Rae?” He pants, thrusting his hips upward, the green of his eyes fixed on mine. A sheen of sweat coats his skin and it’s sexy as hell. I try to ease the throbbing of my clit by rubbing against him, but it’s just not working. He must hear my unspoken thoughts, as his hand disappears between us. With his thumb against the bundle of pent up nerves, my body is like a slave to his touch and detonates as I hit my climax, hard, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy as he reaches his at the same time, filling me. “You’re perfect.”
I sag against him, enjoying the feel of him inside me. He wraps his arms around my back, his fingers threading through my hair and cupping my neck, bringing my mouth to his, taking. I’m not a needy person. I’m self-assured and independent, but when it comes to Everett, want becomes need.
“Woman. I need food.”
Shoving playfully at his chest, I push up to my knees.
“If you don’t get me some real sustenance, I may have to eat you.”
“Promises, promises, Mr. Brooks.” I tip the one corner of my mouth up in a smirk.
“That may come later if you’re really lucky.”
