Page 11 of All Hallows' Haunt
“For us,” I said, nipping at the inside of her wrist. “Loser.”
“Loser?” she asked, and I nodded. “Okay, loser it is.” I released her hands and unclasped her bra. The satin straps fell down her shoulders, and I took the delicate garment and tossed it in her collection on the floor.
“Sienna.” I braced my hands against the desk, frantic to maintain some form of restraint and composure. I leaned in close enough to catch faint traces of what perfume remained on her skin. “You look too delicious.” She kept my gaze—didn’t dare to break it.
“Do something about it then.” The tease caught me off guard. Her mouthiness wasn’t all that shocking; I witnessed it toward Shawn. Here was different; she wasn’t being cold and distant with her push.
I traced my fingers down her bare thigh, letting my gaze drift down and follow the invisible patterns I drew. Her skin was soft, and the low lighting cast odd shadows across her naked body. Straightening, I unbuttoned the nice shirt I chose for tonight. Her eyes followed as each one slipped through the fabric and exposed my midsection. The last button popped through, and the shirt fell open and off the curve of my shoulders.
My body was slim and athletic. Enough to keep up with the physical demands of a job like this, but plenty to be appreciated. The tattoos probably added a bonus. Sienna’s stare fixated on the piece covering most of my chest. It was a butterfly done in black and white, but instead of a patterned wing, there was a skull looking back at her.
“That’s beautiful,” she admired.
“Nothing in this room is more beautiful than you.” I popped the belt buckle and unzipped my pants. My self-restraint wore thin, and the chill that danced goosebumps across her skin and peaked her nipples stirred a war of emotions. I wanted her, desperately—she was what I’d craved for so long.
How do I even describe craving something I’ve never tasted?
CHAPTER6
Sienna
Everett stoodin front of me. His strong hands worked the belt and zipper of his pants, and I watched as the movement set off a ripple that moved the ink on his arms and stomach. The giant butterfly on his chest that encased a skull hypnotized me. A symbol of death being concealed by something so pretty—and Everettwasbeautiful.
“Can you do me a favor?” His silky voice cut through my trance, and I looked up from where the pants now hung off the sharp cut of his hips. I nodded, unable to find my voice with the gravity of this moment pushing down on me. “Throw me those, please.” He pointed to a small, plastic pouch that crinkled when I picked it up. I looked down at the printed text.
“Makeup wipes?” I asked, tossing them.
“Unless you want this,” he teased, waving a finger in his face, “to be transferred everywhere down there, I’m gonna need them.” His laugh moved through the air like chords calling directly to my heart. It was so carefree and silly. The simplest things had the biggest effects on me, and deep down I smothered the fear building of what it meant.
While I committed his laugh to memory, he hurried with the process, and under the sheer white paint was the same warm, beige tone beneath the ink of his torso. Everett left the diamond shapes that covered his eyes like a mask. He dropped his pants the rest of the way and stepped out of them. My attention caught on his erection when he moved to kiss me. His fingers skimmed my thighs as his waist pushed my legs apart. My mouth parted on a sigh, and he slid a finger into my wet pussy.
“Fuck,”I moaned into his mouth and gripped his shoulders tight. He rested his forehead against mine, and his free hand dug into my hip. Everett chuckled as he slid his finger against my clit and my nails dug into flesh. I couldn’t remember the last time a guy thought of me before himself. His seductive sighs kissed my skin and spun my head faster.
He continued the pattern of pushing in and grazing that volatile spot before circling faster and faster. I couldn’t tell if any of the noises he pulled from me could be heard outside the room, but I didn’t care when he stroked me again and the feeling of release coiled tighter. He panted with me as his brow furrowed. Three of his fingers edged me to insanity. My fingers trailed his neck as he dropped to one knee. The shaved part of his hair was rough as my hand ran up into his dyed mess of waves.
“Please,” I begged, feeling the tip of his nose skim against me.Closer, move closer.
“Need something?” he asked between kisses by my knee. He wound me tight, and the ache from craving that release spread. Everett bit at the soft flesh of my thigh, and I cried out again.
“Ineedto come, please.” My voice wobbled and my chest pounded as I drew in deeper breaths. His tongue traced over me, giving the throbbing a fraction of relief. I gripped the side of his neck in a desperate attempt to pull him forward. He didn’t budge, roving his tongue up and down slowly. His fingers slid over the top of mine and locked my hand against him.
Without warning, his tongue moved deep inside me. He moaned something unintelligible against my pussy, and the vibrations ripped a choked sob from my chest. He kept building and building my release, but he never let me fall. I couldn’t keep my senses and fell against the desk. My back arched off the wooden top when he latched onto my clit and pulled everything from my body. He pushed my knees back toward the tabletop and lapped rhythmically.
“Fuck, fuck,fuck!”I groaned into the empty room. My legs quivered under his palms. The tight knot that he spent the better part of ten minutes knitting finally unraveled. Tears streamed down the side of my face. “Everett!” I screamed his name and made a mess of the desk that belonged to some poor fuck.
Inhibitions gone, I dissolved into a state of bliss.
He kissed up my body before putting himself back in my sight. “Hi, baby,” he whispered. I watched him through heavy lids as he moved closer. I thought he was going to kiss me, but he stopped short. “Are you with me?” I nodded, but he wouldn’t accept it. “Verbal, baby.”
“Yes,” I answered, opening my eyes and meeting his watchful whiskey gaze. He shifted against me, but I didn’t look away. “I’m with you.”
He eased in at my words, and my brows pinched together. He was bigger than my previous partners. His eyes scanned my face, and gentle hands circled my wrists. He draped my arms around his neck and lowered his forehead to mine.
“Slow?” he asked, his voice shaky and breathless as he stretched me more and more. I nodded, and my nose brushed his. He thrust again, moving a little harder this time but not painfully. “You’re so surreal,” he rasped.
Everett grabbed my hips and leaned back, using my hold on his shoulders to pull me up. Stray strands of hair drifted around my face. I couldn’t look anywhere else but at the prettiest guy I’d ever seen. He pulled out slightly, and his mouth parted on a seductive groan before he slid me down the desk and onto his cock fully. It was sudden, but he still didn’t hurt me. I cried out because I was just sofull.
“Ev-Everett!” Any remaining restraint fell from his appearance at the sound of his name. Those amber eyes burned and darkened. Strong fingers dug into my flesh, and he snapped his hips against my thighs. This angle let him go deeper with each drive. I looked down, and with each stroke, his cock distended my abdomen and the feeling of ecstasy tightened.
