31. Evan

31

Evan

“ W ant something to eat?” Cary asked as I dashed out of the cart to avoid the uncomfortably amazing feeling of being carried in his strong arms again. I’d swear I’d almost swooned like some Hollywood starlet in an old black-and-white movie.

“Nah, the lunch Christie brought over was enough. I’m still full. I’m going to head up and shower,” I said as a way to extract myself before I said or did something stupid.

Cary laughed. Of course, that man was nothing but muscle, so I wasn’t surprised he could still put food away. We knew today would be the last day of the renovations, so Christie had inundated us with mostly desserts she was trying out for the menu. God, I loved working with her and Al, even though Al was as stubborn as an old mule , as my grandmother used to say.

I felt so at home with them, and even in my new home with Cary. It was hard not to make more of that than was there. I was seriously crushing on the man. Not just for his intensely handsome looks but also because he was sweet and kind.

Like tonight, he let me cuddle with him on the way back to the cottage. What man did that without the expectation of sex? Not that I should be thinking about sex with Cary. The first few weeks I’d been here, that was all I could think about. He was the source and star of my most intimate fantasies, but I realized if I were to maintain any kind of distance, I had to stop.

Damn, I really, really didn’t want to stop, but it was for the best. Things were looking up, finally. We were about to open the restaurant. I had a cozy place to live. I’d made some great friends in Christie, Al, and yes, Cary too. I didn’t want to do anything stupid to risk jeopardizing any of my good fortune.

I walked into my open-plan attic bedroom and sighed with pure pleasure. I loved this space so much.

I’d found so many things at the local thrift store that matched my style and the vibe I wanted for the room. I ran my hand over the old hand-stitched grays in the quilt Cary told me his grandmother had made, and felt all the love she’d sewn into it. He’d said it was just an old blanket, but I knew it for what it was… love for family.

One of my thrift store runs had produced an antique white blanket, which I slipped on top of the quilt to lighten it up and loved the contrast between the dark and the light. It was a perfect room in every way.

I had to laugh at myself. This wasn’t my home, although technically it was since I owned it, but I was only staying here because I was still too terrified to be alone in the manor. That, and even if Cary and I never did anything besides being touchy-feely friends, I liked being with him. I wanted him as a friend and I wanted him as a lover, but why couldn’t I want both?

I stripped and went into my equally impressive newly remodeled bathroom. I slipped into the shower and sighed with pleasure as the hot water poured over my tired muscles. We’d moved furniture around a hundred times today, and yes, I’d wanted it moved that many times to get it all just right, but still.

Just then, the water stopped. “What the heck?” I asked, thankful I’d rinsed off most of the soap and shampoo.

I dried off as fast as I could before grabbing my skimpy-ass housecoat I’d had since I was fourteen. It no longer fit, obviously, but I still loved it and didn’t want to spend money to replace it.

“Cary,” I yelled down the stairs. “You better come look. The water stopped in the shower.”

“Hold on. I’m headed up,” he said, and rushed up the stairs.

His eyes swept over me in my skimpy housecoat, and I’d swear his gaze turned heated before he looked away and asked what the problem was.

His reaction caused me to lose my breath for a moment. I knew what it looked like when a man wanted me. Even my stupid ex, critical as he was, never said I wasn’t a good fuck.

“Um, the water stopped in the shower.”

He nodded without looking at me, then popped into my bathroom to check on it.

When the shower didn’t come on for him, he opened a panel I wasn’t even aware was there, picked up some bizarre-looking key, and twisted it. Just like that, the water came back on. “We didn’t turn the valve all the way on, so it must’ve jarred closed. Here, let me show you how it works.”

My wet skin must’ve been steaming with all the heat coming off me. “Okay, thanks, Cary,” I said, and was about to push him out of my room because damn, it was that or attack him with my mouth.

Instead of leaving, he stood with his two feet planted firmly in front of me. “Evan, do you… do you want me?” he asked, uncertainty clouding his handsome face.

I looked up into his eyes, surprised by his directness. “Huh?”

“Do you want me? I mean, like, sexually? Because I want you. A lot.”

I didn’t hesitate. Instead, I launched myself into his arms, putting my mouth on his. Fuck, if he didn’t ever need to ask that question again. I explored his mouth with my tongue, and moaned as his big rough hands slipped under my robe and caressed the skin underneath.

“Yes, please,” I whispered, need pouring from me.

Cary reached down and, like I weighed nothing, swept me into his arms and into the bedroom. He laid me gently on the bed and, after taking his shirt off, pressed his lips to my neck. “Oh fuck,” I said as his tongue began to explore, then his mouth took my earlobe.

My ears always made me crazy. Usually I was too sensitive, but damn, right now, everything this man was doing to me felt good.

His mouth ravished every inch of exposed skin he could get his lips on, and I writhed with pleasure. He was so big, so strong, and I was at his disposal, but I eventually had to get my mouth on him again. When he pulled back, I leaned up and licked his throat.

The purr of pleasure from him made me weak. “Lie down, lie down on the bed for me,” I told him.

He looked me in the eye, and I knew he didn’t want to give up the power he had at the moment, the freedom to take me, but he nodded and did as I asked.

I quickly pulled my robe off and flung it across the room while he whipped his shirt off and did the same. I dove for his pecs, kissing and nibbling, taking his nipples into my mouth until he gasped and moaned with pleasure.

I was thrusting against him the entire time, my cock pushing its own agenda. Every part of me wanted Cary, wanted this moment with him.

He leaned up this time, pushing me gently aside before standing up and unbuckling his pants, letting them drop.

My eyes darted to his underwear-clad cock. I could tell he was big. Had I not already been in a state of ecstasy, I might’ve felt nervous about his size. But, when I knelt before him on the bed, pulling his underwear down, all I could think of was getting my mouth around that cock.

He tasted like the sea as his salty head slipped between my lips. I tongued his slit, tasting his precum, and almost coming myself at the amazing sensation.

I bore down now, taking as much of him into my mouth as I could, feeling the head of his cock press against my throat. I knew how to give a man pleasure. I knew because I knew what I liked. So, I rocked back and forth, sucking him in and out until he was quaking. I pushed his cock back into my mouth until it hit my throat again, and swallowed.

Cary swayed as he moaned. I popped off him and he climbed onto the bed before I took his cock back into my mouth.

He only let me stay there a moment before pulling me off. He tugged me up the bed, so we were eye level before kissing and licking his way down my body. He took his time, torturously nipping at one thigh, then the other, before he finally took me into his mouth. “Fuck!” I yelled. “Fuck, you feel so good. Your mouth—”

I couldn’t complete the sentence. It’d been too long since I’d had sex, and never had I been this turned on before.

I looked down, watching this incredible, beautiful man taking my cock into his mouth. I leaned back, forcing myself to calm down, not wanting to come prematurely, but not sure I could prevent it. I was simply lost in the pleasure.

Cary leaned back. “Can I fuck you?” he asked, and I leaned up quickly.

“I want you more than… yeah, please, Cary.’

His lips were red from having sucked me, and his smile, full of desire, bloomed again. A smile that’d sent my heart into overdrive since the first day I’d seen him.

“I’ll be right back,” he said, rushing out of the room.

I moaned sadly, already missing his presence. I scooted back on the bed, and moments later, Cary burst into the room, carrying the supplies we needed.

He placed them on the nightstand, crawled onto the bed, and straddled me. He looked down at me, his eyes smoldering, his smile so beautiful.

He leaned down and kissed me again, and I latched my arms around him, pressing his weight against me. “God, I want you,” I said between kisses.

He automatically began grinding into me, rubbing his large cock against mine. I leaned back into the pillow and moaned with pure pleasure. “You… you feel so good.”

He moved, wetting his fingers before taking my cock back into his mouth. I felt his fingers between my cheeks and rose to meet him.

Cary found my hole and slowly began to probe. I immediately began thrusting against him, desperate to feel his fingers penetrate me, to slip past my resistance.

He sucked me, letting me fuck his mouth as pleasure flowed through me. His first finger slipped in and stopped, letting me get used to his presence there.

The familiar burn poured over me before I relaxed, letting him in. I wanted to let Cary in.

He probed me as pleasure erupted through my body, pausing only to coat his fingers with more lube before returning. The lube loosened what resistance I had left, and he had me stretched with three fingers in what seemed like mere moments.

“I want you so bad,” I admitted. My body’s quick reaction to his fingers inside me was every indication of that. It usually took a long time for me to prepare myself to be fucked. But I needed this man. I needed everything he had to give me.

Cary slipped between my legs and put the condom on. “You ready?” he whispered.

I nodded. “I want you, Cary.” I wanted to yell the words. Couldn’t he see how much I wanted him?

He lubed his now-sheathed cock and placed it at my hole. He was so much bigger than his fingers had been, I didn’t know how I would react, but the moment the head breached me, I knew I could take him just fine. The burning pleasure sent nothing but waves of satisfaction through my system.

Sweat coated me as he slipped in and out, teasing my hole, tempting me with all he had to offer.

When he pushed into me the next time, I pushed down, taking him inside, done with the teasing. I wanted Cary Beacroft. I wanted him to fuck me and fuck me now.

Cary arched back in pleasure as his cock slid all the way in. He leaned over me then, as his cock was fully engulfed inside my body. His eyes, wanting, hungry, locked onto mine. Something more was there too… affection?

I didn’t have time to consider it all before he pulled out and pushed inside me again. “Oh… yeah,” I moaned, spurring him on.

He fucked me slowly, gliding in and out of my body until I wanted to scream. I wrapped my legs around his waist, shoving him deep inside me, and demanded, “Fuck me now. Fuck me hard, Cary. I need… need you.”

He nodded and thrust deep inside. Despite the slow movements before, his onslaught of rapid thrusts caused me to gasp and almost scream the moans flowing out of me. “Yes, fuck me, fuck me harder. Yes,” I begged.

Cary complied, fucking me into the mattress. If I wasn’t so close, so far gone, I’d have wanted to try different positions, but as it was, I was putty. Cary’s pounding into me had turned me into a puddle of pure need.

I felt it as he began to climax, and my body immediately reacted. I arched back as his hands gripped my legs tighter.

He thrust again, and I came so hard it reached the headboard behind me. Cary roared as he climaxed almost at the same time I did, slowly thrusting into me, emptying into the condom before falling face-first onto me.

We both panted as the euphoria and afterglow took us. I closed my eyes and savored the moment. I’d never been sexed-up so completely and utterly in all my life. As my heart slowly calmed, I savored the comforting feeling of Cary’s entire body pressing down on top of me like a weighted blanket. For the first time maybe ever, I felt safe, secure, and as if I was exactly where I belonged.