Page 22 of Van Cort
I want him.
And he’s not shy about pressing his body to mine, either. He backs me up against the hall wall, and I love the fact that he wants me so desperately.
“You were due a workout.” The words hum at my ear, as his hand comes around and grabs my braid, pulling gently so I tip my head back. “I think we should give you one.”
His lips brush my neck, down to the skin over my collarbone. They send me dizzy with anticipation. His eyes come back to mine once more, looking darker than ever, as if warning me of what’s going to happen next. And although he still hasn’t kissed me - not properly - I know what will happen when he does.
With his hand still holding my hair, his other hand slides up the side of my throat and to my jaw, covering the side of my face. It’s possessive and makes me melt as he finally brings his lips to mine. And as soon as we touch, all of the build-up explodes. We’re all lips and tongues and hands as the kiss deepens in a second. My hands are at his shirt, tearing at the buttons, but his fingers dig into the waistband of my leggings to pull them down, hard.
“Take your pants off, I want to be inside you.” I follow every command, stepping free of the leggings and then pulling his cock free to hoist my leg over his hip and line up with my slit.
He’s fast and sharp, pushing all the way inside of me in one surge of his hips.
“Urghh – mmm,” I moan out.
“That nice? Let’s see how quickly I can make you come.” He pulls my leg even higher so he can go even deeper and tilts his hips, giving just enough friction to touch my clit as well.
And then he pulls my body to meet his, ramming into me again, jolting me as our bodies continue to hit together.
He grunts and his jaw tightens, and I’m doing all I can to hold on, as he sends my body tensing for release.
“Hmm… Mmm, yes, yes.”
“Tell me you want more.” He stills, and my body freezes as the pleasure slips away and fades through my core.
“God, please. Don’t stop, Everett. Please.”
“I like it when you beg.” He kisses my lips. Hard. And then starts up his rhythm again, working me back to the point where I’m desperate for him to tip me over.
His lips run down my neck, and I can feel the graze of his teeth up to my ear before he thrusts, shoving me back against the wall, giving me nowhere to go.
All I can do is take everything, and all I can think is that he’s going to make me come. Right here, against the wall, and I’m desperate for it.
“Yes! Everett… Yes!” As I start to come, his palm plants against the wall, and he shoves himself in so deep and rotates his hips, pinning me with his whole body. It wrings out every last tremor, and I shudder as my climax peaks.
He doesn’t stop, pounding against me, chasing his own release, until he grunts and stills, my body still pinned against the wall.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispers.
I pant, barely able to form words after that attack. “Oh, I don’t know about that.”
“Trust me. You are.” He pulls himself from me, and I set about stepping back into my leggings. “How’s that oxytocin?”
I laugh. “I certainly feel my heart rate’s picked up.”
“I’d offer to have a shower, but I’ve already stayed longer than I should.”
“Time for the fast exit. I should have known.” My voice is mocking, but I’m sure there’s an element of the vulnerability I’m feeling there, too. “Trying your luck with the fast fuck?”
Fingers grab at my cheek, pulling me back to him. They’re stronger than I’ve felt before from him, and I tense under the grip. “There’s nothing wrong with a fast fuck when it’s needed. Tell me you didn’t enjoy it.” I stare, swallowing down a hint of trepidation, but there’s no recourse from me. He’s right. I wanted it as much as him.
The grip finally softens, and his hand slides from my skin into my hair to twirl the loose strands through his fingers. “I will call this time. You have my word.”
“But let me guess, still no number?”
He smiles and backs out towards the door.
God, what am I doing to myself?
