Chapter 22

Twenty-Two

Gemma

E verett’s lips crash down on mine in a flurry of passion, one hand wrapping around the back of my neck, while the other pulls me back into his lap. Lust simmers right below the surface of my skin, soaring through my veins, touching everywhere. Lighting me up with this hunger only Everett can satisfy. Everything leading up to this moment has been one tease after another, from the way he’s been looking at me all day, to the way he dipped his finger into my pussy in the kitchen, tasting me. His gaze has been a physical touch on my body since the moment he walked into my house earlier.

Hot, ravenous lips leave mine, caressing my jaw before he works his way down my neck. Everett’s fingers thread into the hair on the back of my head, gripping and tugging, forcing my head back as he exposes the column of my throat to him. Sharp teeth nip at my flesh, sending a wave of pleasure and pain straight down my spine to my already aching core.

Desperation fills me, and my fingers move of their own accord, trying to wrap around his cock again. Try being the operative word. A deep chuckle vibrates against my neck as he covers my hand with his, moving it behind my back and holding it there. Restraining me.

“Patience, mama,” he growls, his lips right beside the shell of my ear, making me whimper. Letting go of my hand, his mouth finds mine again, tongue slipping past my parted lips. His arm wraps around me, shifting us until my back is flat on the couch and his body covers mine. My legs wrap around his waist, my arms around his shoulders.

The way his body presses into me, his mouth owning mine, has me so turned on already, and we’ve barely begun. After what feels like an eternity, he breaks the kiss, gazing down on me. His eyes darken, giving me a once-over before he stands, reaching behind his head to pull off his shirt in one swift move. The material drops onto the ground before he shoves his pants down the rest of the way. His cock is hard and huge, sticking straight out, the sight of it making my mouth water as I remember the taste of him. It’s thrilling.

Everett holds his hand out for me, pulling me to a stand before he slowly brings his fingers to my shorts, unbuckling them, and tugging them down. Next, he pulls my tank top over my head, letting it all fall into a pile with his clothes. The look of sheer appreciation on his face as he rakes his eyes down my body, which is now completely naked, save for my bra and the lace panties, has me feeling more confident than ever. There isn’t a single part of me that wants to cover up.

Just like most women, I have my fair share of insecurities, but with the way Everett looks at me, they’re the furthest from my mind. He’s looking at me like he loves what he sees. Like he’s never seen anything more attractive. Flicking his gaze up to mine, he takes one single step, effectively closing any distance left between us.

My mouth goes dry as I watch him. One hand reaches out, holding on to my hip, as the other wraps around the back of my neck again. “Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are, Gemma?”

I bite down on my bottom lip, stifling another whimper threatening to break free. Hearing those words fall off his lips, knowing he fully means them, makes my knees weak.

The hand on my hip slides back, smoothing over the curve of my ass. He squeezes, nails biting into the flesh over my panties. Heat pools in my center, feeling him grope me like this. “Such a perfect ass,” he growls before his lips meet mine again. Fingers fisting my hair and his palm flat on my ass, I revel in being surrounded by him. All my senses are drowning in him, and if this is how I’m feeling now, I can’t even imagine how it’ll feel when we’re both naked and horizontal.

Once again, Everett finds that sensitive area on my neck, kissing, nipping, tasting. He takes his time, reverent with his lips, my body buzzing for more. He works his way down to my shoulder, hands going around to my back as he unclasps my bra. Moving from one shoulder to the next, he doesn’t leave an inch of skin untouched. Taking a step back, Everett admires my body now that my breasts are on full display for him. His gaze makes me feel brave. Alive. Just like the first time he saw them.

“Fuck, Gemma,” he breathes before leaning in and burying his face in the center of my chest. His hands come up, cupping and pushing the two mounds together, thumbs rolling over the hardened buds. His short stubble scratches at my skin in the most salacious way, and when he turns his head and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, I gasp, my hand flying up to the back of his head.

“Mmm,” I moan as his teeth graze over the hardened bud teasingly before flicking his tongue, sucking it into his mouth. Pleasure rocks through my body, vibrating within my veins before it settles deep in my core. He moves over, giving the same attention to my other one. My knees tremble, and I’m surprised I’m still standing.

Everett lowers himself onto his knees, peering up at me from beneath his lashes. The power and the arousal I feel simultaneously, having a man like Everett kneeling before me, takes my breath away. He presses a kiss to the skin just below my navel, trailing his lips down until he reaches the top of my panties. Nuzzling his face into the apex of my thighs, my cheeks flame when I hear the sound of a deep, thorough inhale.

“Fuck, you smell so damn good,” he growls against my lace-covered pussy. Burying his face again, he presses kisses all over, nipping the lace with his teeth before he stands up and steps back. I almost whimper and argue until his eyes meet mine. He looks crazed. Feral.

“Lie down on the couch,” he orders me, voice deep and husky.

Swallowing thickly, I bite down on my bottom lip to stifle the grin threatening to break out at the authority in his tone. I do as instructed, my heart hammering.

Everett crawls over my body like an animal stalking his prey. “God, look at you,” he mutters with appreciation.

My entire body warms. A steady building fire spreading through my limbs. I want Everett so badly. Want to feel the weight of his body on mine. Feel his hands, his lips, his tongue all over. I’ve thought about it more times than I can count since the first night in my room. I want all of him this time.

My mind is a hazy, dizzy mess of need for him, and my chest rises and falls rapidly with my heaving breaths from the anticipation of what he’s going to do next. When he lifts his hand up to his mouth, licking the pads of his fingers and bringing them between our bodies, I damn near explode from how hot it is.

Two fingers press down on my throbbing, swollen clit, a gasp falling from my lips as they circle the sensitive bud. Pleasure erupts, sending shock waves along my nerve endings. I can feel it everywhere. Everett dips his head down, capturing my bottom lip between his teeth, tugging gently before swiping his tongue along it. Our hot breaths mingle as he takes me higher and higher with just two fingers.

Sliding them down through my slit, he sinks his middle finger inside, curling it as his thumb takes its place on my clit. One finger inside of my pussy quickly turns into two, pumping me with a skill that has my head thrown back and a broken moan tearing from my throat. Applying the perfect amount of pressure with his thumb, he curls his fingers inside me like he did the first time, making stars explode behind my eyelids.

“Oh, fuck, Everett,” I pant, my fingers digging into the skin on his shoulder as he doesn’t let up. My muscles tighten, thighs trembling around his waist, and in a move I don’t see coming, Everett sinks down my body, his lips closing around me as he inserts a third finger, fucking me deliciously while he flicks his tongue against my clit.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and it hits me hard . My entire body trembles as I cry out, eyes slammed shut as wave after wave of unadulterated pleasure grips every inch of me. “Everett!” I cry out, hands coming to the hair atop his head as my fingers grip the strands. “Yes, yes!”

Just like the first time, he doesn’t stop until it feels like too much. Like I can’t handle another second of the way he’s making me feel. When he pulls back, his chin and his lips are slick with my release, the sight sending a rush of heat right back to my core.

“You’re so good at that,” I breathe as I sit up and wrap a hand around the back of his neck, hauling his mouth to mine. I groan as I taste my sweet, earthy flavor on him, something about that sending me over the edge. Despite having just come, I suddenly feel feral for him. I can’t think straight, can’t barely breathe as I shove him back and climb back into his lap like before, except this time there’s no barrier between us.

Everett’s impressive erection presses up against my wet, aching pussy, and as seductively as I can, I roll my hips, rubbing myself along the entire length of him. It’s almost too much, but at the same time, it feels out-of-this-world good. Planting my hands on his chest, I don’t miss the way his eyes dip down, taking in the way my tits squish together and practically taunt him .

His eyes lift, meeting mine as a sexy grin slides into place. He brings his mouth to one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth as I continue to grind on his lap. I’m so fucking wet, I can hear it every time I roll along his cock. It’s filthy and crude, but hands down the sexiest sound. Everett grazes my nipple with his teeth, making me gasp, as he reaches up and gropes the other one.

After a moment, I pull back, watching the crown of his cock slip through my glistening, swollen lips over and over again. Every few minutes, he’ll let out a throaty groan that does nothing but make my core tighten, practically begging to be filled.

“Everett… fuck,” I moan. “This feels so good.”

“You feel so good,” he growls, peering up at me, looking like he’s barely holding on to his restraint.

I rock my hips a little faster, nails digging into his shoulders as I take what I need from him, while also knowing I’m giving him exactly what he needs too. His cheeks are flushed, jaw relaxed as he watches me with hooded eyes. His shallow breaths and moans feed the flame roaring inside of me.

I’m panting, sweat dripping down the back of my neck, and I know it would take next to nothing for me to slip his cock into my pussy right now. I want it so damn bad. Rolling my hips a little wider, I reach the tip of his cock, and I grind down, feeling it lift in the slightest bit.

“Careful,” he warns, the corner of his lip ticking up as he picks up on what I’m trying to do.

“Just the tip,” I moan softly, my brows clashing together .

“That’s a dangerous game you’re trying to play, mama.” Him calling me that has no business being so hot.

“Just once,” I beg. “Let me feel you inside of me for a second, and then we’ll stop.”

Everett groans, dropping his head on the back of the couch. “Fuck, how can I deny you when you beg for my cock like that?”

“You can’t,” I quip with an innocent smile. “So, just let it happen.”

“You’re trouble,” he says, voice hoarse. His hands land on my hips, fingers pressing into the flesh, the bite of pain fueling the fire as I feel the tip of his cock pushing against my opening.

My lips part, my thighs tightening around him as just the crown slips inside, stretching me, filling me. I want more… I want it all. “Oh, fuck,” I moan, eyes rolling back as I lift my hips and ride the tip, slowly sinking lower. I can’t stop; my mind is gone for the feeling of him inside of me.

“Gemma.” He growls my name—a warning—yet he’s doing absolutely nothing to stop me.

“We’ll stop in a second,” I promise, my eyes fighting to stay open as I’ve got him fully seated inside of me. It’s too much, yet I crave so much more. I imagine what it would be like for him to really give it to me. To fuck me roughly.

I let my imagination go a little deeper, picturing him doing things I’ve always wanted but never dreamed of saying out loud, like wanting to be totally used. His cock in my pussy while his fingers fuck my ass. Feeling overwhelmingly full and begging for more.

Would I like that? I can’t deny how fucking hot it makes me even thinking about it .

It takes all of my self-control to lift off of him, but I do, and my core clenches, wanting more.

His stiff cock slaps against his stomach again, and I lower myself back down, rolling my clit against the underside of him like I was before. He tightens his hold on my hips, helping me grind harder as pressure and pleasure build inside of me.

I dip my head down, pressing my mouth to Everett’s, swiping my tongue inside against his. He kisses me hard as I continue to roll on top of him. We’re both breathing hard, and if I had to guess, I’d say he’s getting close.

I know I am.

“Think you can come like this?” I ask breathlessly against his lips.

“Fuck yes, I can,” he growls. “Keep going, mama. Let me see you come for me again.”

Reaching behind me, I find his balls, caressing and tickling them in a way that has him really groaning now. Hearing a man lose control has got to be the sexiest thing.

“Oh, fuck, Gemma,” he groans a moment before his dick throbs under my clit, shooting thick, white ropes all over his stomach in waves.

That does it.

“Oh, god, I’m gonna come,” I cry out, moaning long and low. It hits me like a freight train, even harder than the last time, which I didn’t think was possible. It takes hold of me, tightening my muscles. The corners of my vision start to blur and my body trembles as I ride myself through it.

We both fight to catch our breaths when we’re finished, and as I peer down at him, my chest aches with the adoration staring back at me. Swallowing thickly, I brush my hair out of my face and say, “Best neighbor ever.”

Everett throws his head back, throat bobbing as he laughs. “Yeah, I’d have to agree.”

I wait for the awkwardness to settle in, wait for the need to scurry away because surely that’s going to come, right? Except it doesn’t. Just like the first time, I feel nothing but ease and bliss as we clean ourselves up and get dressed.

How is it possible that I feel this comfortable with a man who just came into my life?