Page 20 of The Boy Next Door
Chapter Ten
Emma
My entire body is tense, needy. I feel like it could splinter into a million pieces at any moment.
Evan places one final kiss to my pussy before reaching to his nightstand and rummaging through the drawer. He pulls out a condom, quickly tearing it open and rolling it down his shaft.
I’m wound so tight, all I can think about is what it will feel like when he pushes into me. Part of me wants it to be slow, but a bigger part of me is desperate for it to be hard.
My heart bangs in my chest when he settles between my thighs. There’s a moment where I hesitate. Where I worry if we’re screwing everything up, but then he rubs his dick over me, front to back. He nudges at my entrance and I can’t think of anything but how good that feels. About how I’ve come so close twice already and this is all that I need.
He’s right there, the heat, the slight pressure. My thighs fall farther open, and I grab on to his broad shoulders, pulling him toward me.
His tongue darts out, wetting his lip. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
I feel him move, barely inching in. Almost there. I nod, and he slowly pushes into me.
“Shit.” He buries his face in the crook of my neck, biting down like it’s more than he can take.
He goes a little deeper, a little further, stretching me to fit only him. Every bit of tension in my body gives way like gravity no longer exists. His lips press against my throat, but they don’t move, and the very second he fills me, he groans against my skin.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I say, grabbing his ass and pulling, wanting him to go deeper.
“You feel so fucking good. I can’t...” And then he thrusts into me. He buries himself inside me so far that my breath catches in my throat. My nails dig into his ass and I hold him there, forcing myself against him. I want him in me. Hard. Deep. “Fuck, Em,” he hisses.
When he pulls out, that sensation alone causes me to whimper. He drives back into me, looping his arms around my back and places his hands on my shoulders. He uses his hold as leverage so he can move deep and steady.
His pace picks up with each thrust until he’s no longer gentle but brutal and savage, the way I always imagined. He sits back on his knees, gripping my ankles and holding my thighs apart so he can watch himself drive into me. “You feel too fucking good.”
He drops one of my legs and reaches down, pinching my clit between his fingers. And I’m done.
Everything around me crashes and burns until nothing is left but him and me and this crackling buzz setting fire to my skin. I dig my nails into his shoulders, saying his name like a prayer I’ve rehearsed my entire life. My back bows from the bed and I roll my hips against him, moaning and swearing.
The orgasm rolls through me like a rogue wave, all-consuming until I’m left breathless and melting into the bed.
Just as I begin to come down from that high, Evan tenses. His lips fall open on a moan before his chin dips to his chest.
“Fuck.” He collapses on top of me, sweat slicked and out of breath.
And we lie, holding each other, our hearts pounding as we attempt to catch our breath.
* * *
I wake with a pounding headache and roll to my side. It’s not until I press against Evan’s warm body that I realize we’re both still completely naked.
I stare at his back, at the dark tattoos creeping over his shoulder blade, and my stomach knots.
This is the morning after.
I told him to take me, and he did. I swallow at the dull throb between my legs. Hereallydid.
I close my eyes and the memory of Evan on top of me, moving so hard and deliberately, whispering how badly he wanted me in my ear replays on a loop.
I need to get out of here.
Just when I toss the sheets off, Evan rolls on his side. I grab the sheet and pull it up to my chin watching as his eyes slowly flutter open. He arches a brow when he looks at me. What in the hell am I supposed to say now? How do you act the morning after you fucked your best friend?
