Page 45 of Love and Loathing

“You’re the one who can only come once,” he reminded her.

“That’s true,” she said, making no attempt to roll back to her side but pillowing her head on her folded arms instead, looking up at him and hoping he could read her mind.

“And I’m not to take it as a challenge and try to prove otherwise.”

“No.”

“Oh well. Poor Evie. You’ll just have to get me off, instead. Didn’t you say you wanted me in your mouth?”

“Funny how you remembered that one.”

He only laughed and pushed the covers from his lap. He was already hard, so thick he’d taken her by surprise, the way he filled her alarming until a few strokes settled her in, the stretch turning to pure pleasure. Greed.

Now she eyed him, arousal curling tight and insistent, stretching itself along every limb.

“On your knees,” he said, patting the bed by his hip.

She knelt there, waiting, which was half the game.

“Your mouth on my cock, Evie. I want to go deep.”

Her heart kicked. She leant down, bracing one hand on his thigh, gripping his base with the other, then, licking her lips for lubrication, she slid her mouth down him.

He filled her, the hot, heavy weight of him pressing on her tongue, bumping the roof of her mouth. Aubrey grunted, hand knotting into her hair, not forcing her down, but holding her there as he bucked into her, started to guide her up and down. “That’s it, just like that.”

He moaned, the hand on her hair loosening, then tightening convulsively as she took him as deep as she dared, stroking him with her tongue as she moved.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Such a good girl.”

Then his fingers were on her thigh, nudging her legs apart where she knelt. He hummed in appreciation at finding her wet,murmuring praise as she gasped around his cock when he began pumping her with his fingers.

“Taking me so well…” he said, sliding another finger inside her, his other hand tight again in her hair. “I could fuck you everywhere, Evie, you’re so fucking delicious.”

It was hard to keep any rhythm when she was losing herself to the feel of his fingers inside her. But he held her where he wanted, fucking himself up into her mouth. Then his fingers were gone, and before she could guess what was about to happen, he spanked her backside instead, slightly harder than his earlier playful slap.

He grunted as she tried to moan around the size of him, thrusting up into her mouth as he spanked her again, the jolt of it driving her down onto him.

“Oh fuck,” he gasped, “that’s it.”

He found her with his fingers again, working her up before spanking her again, repeating it, fingers then palm, until the two competing pleasures built into one, overwhelming her as she moaned, jaw aching, tasting the salt he was leaking into her mouth.

“I’m so close,” he breathed. “Are you? I know you can’t, but can you…?”

Dimly, she knew he wasn’t making much sense, was as far gone as she was, but she was close, desperate for release, tears in her eyes from the build up of sensations she could barely take: him in her pussy and in her mouth and the firm slaps sending tremors deep into her core.

“You’re so good,” he was panting. “You feel so good, you’re so fucking wet, you’re so fucking close, look at you taking my dick and my fingers, so good, so good… So fucking come, Evie, right now, or I swear I will keep going until you come…”

She came with a strangled cry, quaking from a stinging slap, from his fingers plunging inside her, just as he spilt himself inher mouth, shuddering and pulsing. “Swallow it, take it all…” He held her there until she had, then lifted her from him, held her to his chest, arms tight around her, stroking her hair and saying her name like she was the most precious thing in the world.

TWENTY

When Evie woke, shewas a little stiff, a little sore, but she wrestled back a smile, face buried in the pillow, as last night rushed through her mind in a series of lurid flashbacks.

She opened an eye cautiously, checking Aubrey wasn’t about to catch her grinning like a loon. It would only make him smug.Moresmug. Then she lifted her head, and found him sitting up in bed beside her, his laptop on his knee.

Misinterpreting the way her gaze snagged there, he said apologetically, “It’s Monday. Your father hasn’t exactly given me the day off. I’ll be back in the office this afternoon, but I wanted to get through a few hundred of these emails before then.”

“It’s fine,” Evie said, slowly sitting up, clearing her throat at finding it dry. “It’s fine,” she repeated more clearly. “I don’t mind. Stay there. Work away. I’m going to have a shower.”

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