Page 30 of Sure, Pal

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Sienna

Evan walked into the bar as I started singing Come Away With Me. I didn’t see him until I was halfway through the song — it was more like I felt him. And when I met his gaze, the same warm confidence that I felt when I played for him four years ago surged through me.

I finished my thirty-minute set, and the second I stepped off the stage, Evan pulled me into his arms and pressed his lips against mine. The kiss was hot enough to melt me, and it erased all earlier doubt that had filled my head. I wanted Evan. This was fucking happening tonight. Selfish, confident Sienna was getting what she wanted, finally.

“Let’s get the hell out of here,” I whispered in his ear.

Evan brushed his lips against mine and gripped my hips. “We better. I’ve been hard for you since you started dirty talking at lunch.”

I smirked at him and said, “I’ve been wet for you since high school.”

Evan groaned, and his eyes filled with desire. “Go. Start walking before I fucking rip your clothes off and fuck you right here.”

I grabbed his hand with my heart racing out of control, and we hurried out of the bar. We only made it about ten steps before Evan pressed me into the brick wall outside, kissing me like he wanted to devour me. I could feel his hard cock pressing against me through our clothing, and mad butterflies rushed through my stomach.

I bit my lip and slid my hands into the back pockets of his shorts, enjoying the feeling of his tight ass. “You better keep walking, or I’ll fuck you right here on the sidewalk,” I said, my voice low and right in his ear.

Evan let out a sexy as hell growl like he wanted me in a carnal, animalistic way. Then he retook my hand and kept walking.

By the time we made it to my apartment building, I was pretty sure my panties had already melted away from all of the molten looks Evan kept giving me. When we made it up three flights of stairs to my front door, my pussy was practically aching to feel him. I’d never been this turned on in my entire life.

Evan pushed me up against my apartment door, kissing my neck and running his hands all over my body. My breathing was heavy, and my skin felt flame-kissed everywhere he touched me. “Fuck.” He groaned in my ear. His lips grazed my jaw. “Fuck, Sienna. I want you.”

I turned and struggled to get my key into the lock while Evan kissed my neck and pressed his hard dick against my ass. I finally got the door open, and we tumbled into my apartment, tearing at each other’s clothes. Evan kicked the door shut behind us and slid my shirt off over my head in one fluid motion. He lifted me up, and I wrapped my legs around him, aching to feel his skin against mine, kissing him like it was my last fucking day on earth.

A tiny voice in my head whispered, “Stop. He’s Ava’s ex.” But a louder and much more insistent voice screamed, “Fuck Evan Cox right fucking now!”

I moaned out loud when Evan’s thumbs slid into my bra and brushed against my nipples. I took his bottom lip gently between my teeth and buried my hands in his hair.

Evan unhooked my bra and slammed me into the living room wall. Then his mouth was all over my naked tits, hot and wet. I gasped and moaned like a fucking porn-star, holding nothing back. I felt dirty and sexy and more alive than I’d ever felt in my entire life.

Evan’s hands gripped my ass through my jeans. We needed to lose the clothes fast. Almost like he could read my mind, Evan backed down the hall toward my bedroom, with his lips never leaving mine. We crashed through my bedroom door and collapsed onto my unmade bed. I pushed his shirt up and dug my nails into his chest as he unbuttoned my jeans.

Evan flipped me over so that I lay in the center of the tangled sheets. He stood and pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and slid out of his jeans. He stood at the end of my bed in black boxer briefs, with his dick bulging and pressing against the fabric, begging to get out. Evan slid the boxer briefs down and knelt above me. Evan fucking Cox — the star of every teenage girl wet dream I’d ever had, and most of my adult woman wet dreams — was kneeling over me, about to fuck me into next week.

“Fuck, Evan.” I gasped. “You’re so hot.” I sat up and took his cock in my mouth.

He groaned and buried his hands in my hair. After a few minutes, he shoved me down on the bed and tore my jeans off, throwing them in a heap on the floor. “Sienna.” Evan pressed himself against me and sucked on my neck, then my tits. His smooth, warm skin felt like heaven, and his hard dick pressed into my thigh filled me with more desire than I could take.

“Evan, fuck me. For the love of god, put your dick in me and fuck me until I’m screaming your name!” I dug my nails into his naked ass and arched my back.

Evan got a mischievous, teasing look in his eyes and nibbled on my ear. “Sure, pal,” he whispered. He buried one hand in my hair and slid the other into my panties, and groaned as he brushed the outside of my pussy. I was soaked — literally dripping. “Si-en-na. Girl, it feels like I might drown in there.” He slid two fingers deep inside of me and groaned even louder. “Fuck!” Evan’s eyes glazed over and traveled up and down my body. He pulled his fingers out of me and yanked my panties down. Evan pressed my thighs apart. Then he leaned back, grinning.

I lifted my head. “Are you trying to kill me?” My voice sounded raspy and strained. That was how bad I wanted him.

Evan laughed. “I wanted to enjoy the view first. Men are very visual, Sienna, and fuck, you are something incredible to look at.” He bit his lip and shook his head as his eyes continued to travel all over my body. “Condoms?” He asked.

“In the top drawer,” I replied, breathless.

Evan leaned over and pulled a condom from my nightstand. I watched with pulsing desire as he slid it onto his length. “One more question: Do you like it sweet and soft or rough and wild?”

“Shut up!” I sat up, pushed him down, and straddled him.

Evan laughed out loud and gripped my hips. “Rough then. That’s my girl.”

His girl. Always.

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