Page 31 of Sure, Pal

I guided his dick into me and let out more of those crazy porn-star moans. I didn’t even know where they were coming from. I’d never made those noises in my life. I’d also never felt remotely close to orgasm from penetration alone, but the feel of Evan inside of me had me close to falling over the edge.

“Fuck, Sienna!” Evan’s eyes were closed, and he gripped my hips tighter.

I rocked up and down, riding his cock, and he thrust up to meet me, creating a perfect rhythm. It felt like our bodies were the only things that existed in the universe for those few minutes. It was just him and me.

When my orgasm hit, it was powerful and deep. I threw my head back and cried out, “Fuck, Evan! Oh god!”

“Shit! That feels good! Fuck, Sienna, you’re so tight!” Evan groaned and flipped me over, driving into me hard enough to slam my head into the headboard. “Shit, sorry.”

I shook my head. “Do it again. That’s so fucking hot.” I wrapped my legs around him and grabbed the headboard to brace myself.

Evan gave me a wicked grin, bit his lip, and shook his head. “Damn, girl.” Then he drove into me again and again until he came. He pressed his lips to my neck and moaned out his pleasure. My body tingled from head to toe. I adored making Evan feel good. It had to be one of the best feelings in the world.

When he finished, he didn’t roll off of me. He collapsed on top of me and buried his face in my tits, still thrusting.

I laughed out loud. “What are you doing? You are so not hard anymore, dude.”

Evan laughed, too. “I wanna do it again. I don’t want it to stop.” He let out a frustrated groan and pulled out of me. He lay on his back next to me, staring up at the ceiling. “Sienna fucking Black,” he sighed. Evan glanced over at me. “We should have done that a long time ago.”

I smiled and rested my head on his chest. He immediately wrapped his arms around me. God, this was where I belonged.

“Sienna?”

“Yeah?”

“I meant what I said to you back in high school, and I never really stopped thinking about you.” He ran his hand gently up and down my back, giving me chills. Then, Evan whispered, “I think I’m always going to be in love with you.”

My heart raced, and my whole body tingled again. This moment was so goddamn perfect that I was afraid to speak and accidentally ruin it. I whispered, “Me too.”

We lay there together, in the quiet, with Evan stroking my skin, until we started to drift off. Right before I closed my eyes, guilt settled in the pit of my stomach.

Ava.

But Evan and I were in love. She would understand, wouldn’t she? Ava said all the time that she loved me and wanted me to be happy. Would that love and support extend to this? Or was sleeping with the guy that broke her heart completely unforgivable?

But I loved Evan first…

I bit my lip and lifted my head to gaze at Evan’s sleeping face. I did love him, so damn much. But Ava loved him, too. How could she not? How could I not?

I knew, deep down, that I would have to choose between Ava and Evan and that the choice would be final.

How soon would I have to decide?

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