Page 70 of The Hardest Hit
“You know where,” she said.
“Here?” He dipped his head, gently kissing and nibbling along the soft skin of her inner thigh.
She exhaled a long ragged breath. “That’s not where,” she said.
“No? Here?”
He was closer. His tongue caressed the hood of her clit, but didn’t descend further. She moaned and tried to wriggle into his mouth, but he blocked her. She moaned again as he continued to tease her, his tongue caressing her most intimate places, but not where she wanted him to.
“Evan,” she gasped. “Evan, please.”
“Am I not getting this right,” he asked, laughter cracking through his innocent tone. “Maybe you should show me where you want it?”
Hesitantly, she put her hand down. She’d never touched herself in front of him before. Her clit was swollen and slick and she closed her eyes as she ran her fingers over it.
“Faster,” he whispered. She did as he commanded and found herself straining against the ties in her ankles. “Evan,” she moaned. “I need you.”
He pushed a finger just barely inside her and she gasped. She was writhing now, pulling against her bindings. He pushed her hand out of the way, going down on her. His tongue pushed roughly against her clit and then he pulled it into his mouth. She was trembling on the brink.
“Evan, in me. I need you in me! Fuck me and I’ll come.”
“Come and I’ll fuck you,” he said, lifting his head, and she growled in frustration. They’d had this argument before and she usually won. But she usually managed to loop a leg around him and pull him to her. She hadn’t realized that this would be a result of being tied up. She panted as his tongue continued to push her closer and closer. The pressure was unbearable. She wanted both to get away from the torturous pleasure and to never have him stop. The inability to close her legs around him tipped the balance, leaving her no ability to retreat, she could only go forward. She finally came with an orgasm that jerked her whole body and left her clutching Evan’s hair. He sat up and cupped his hand gently over her, while he reached for a condom.
When he pushed inside her, she groaned in relief.
“God, you feel good, Liv,” he murmured, kissing her neck as he fucked her. Her legs trembled as she strained against the ties.
“Harder, Evan, harder,” she begged and he did as she asked. Each thrust tugged against the bedposts, creaking the wood. She was a little bit worried about breaking the bed, but she was past the point of caring. He was fucking her exactly like she wanted.
She shouted his name as she came again, and he came a minute later, collapsing against her sweaty and exhausted.
“Evan,” she murmured. “Evan kiss me.”
He raised his head and gave her what she wanted, then he rolled away from her and flopped onto the bed. She watched him in amusement. He looked completely happy.
“Evan, can you untie me now? I want to snuggle.”
He jerked upright and immediately untied her, then dropped back down the ties still in his hand to kiss her.
“Not too kinky?” he asked, looking down at her.
“Mmmm,” she said finally able to put her legs around him. “It was perfect.” And he laughed as she squeezed him tightly.
25
Evan – Burned
“Nice tie,” said Jackson as Evan got in the car. Jackson had ignored Evan’s promise to use the car service and turned up dutifully every day to drive him to work. Evan was starting to get used to it. He kind of liked talking to Jackson in the morning. Plus, Jackson frequently brought coffee.
Evan glanced down at himself. Last night he’d selected ties he hardly ever wore—a cherry red and a blue fleck that never quite matched anything. This morning Olivia had picked up the red one, carefully ironed it, and handed it to him.
“There weren’t any other Property of Olivia West signs in your closet,” she had said, her eyes twinkling. In another woman, that would have led to him burning the tie and kicking her out of the condo. Leona Meade had tried on multiple occasions to bring him to heel, but it had never worked. But with Olivia, he found that it was kind of a turn-on. Besides, she’d been screaming his name while she wore it. Who really belonged to who here?
“Thanks,” said Evan, fingering the red silk. Olivia had nearly made him late. He’d come into the bedroom and found her retrieving her shoes from under the bed. Her ass-in-the-air system of retrieval had almost caused him to rip the tie and everything else back off. Olivia had not been as convinced, however. He’d seen her to the front door of the building before ducking down into the parking garage to meet Jackson.
Jackson’s phone burbled, and Jackson grabbed for it in his coat pocket, but couldn’t quite work it out around the seat belt.
“Want some help?” Evan offered, although it felt weird.
