Page 47 of EverGreene
“I don’t think I ever really was afraid of you, V. “ Her soft fingertips grazed my neck, curling under the bottom of my mask. She leaned over me, searching for my eyes while gently rolling my mask up to expose my lips.
Her lips pressed softly against mine in a kiss that I deepened, parting my lips to taste her mouth with my tongue. Spearmint with a hint of citrus. My fingers ran through Ever’s hair, gripping her long strands and pulling her in closer to me, and I thrust my hips to meet hers, relishing in the gasp she made against my mouth. My other hand ran up the length of Ever’s thigh, stopping at the button fly of her jeans.
“What are you waiting for? An invitation?”
I leaned my head back against the headrest of my seat, groaning when she ground the crotch of her jeans against mycrotch. Outside, cars sped by, rocking Ever’s 4Runner as they passed. “Here? Are you sure? What if someone pulls over to check on us?”
“We give them a show.”
Voyeur Ever was not a side of Ever I thought existed. It just goes to show that no matter how many times you break into a woman’s vehicle, overhear their private conversations, internet search them, or watch their every move, they still had their secrets.
Muscle memory allowed me to swiftly unbutton Ever’s pants in the dark, pushing them down mid-thigh, allowing her to shimmy them the rest of the way off. From there, she firmly took the waistband of my shorts in her hands and tugged them down, along with the compression shorts I wore when in the ring.
Ever’s hand reached down between both my legs and hers, gripping my cock and stroking my shaft with fingers as soft as pure silk. Her touch was like heaven, and I had to admit, between her chokehold on my dick and the chance that we could be seen by a passerby at any moment, I was getting a lot closer to coming than I wanted to at this stage of the game.
“Ever,” I pleaded, trying to keep the desperation out of my voice, along with keeping the deeper tone I was using to conceal it. “I need that tight pussy of yours.”
“Are you sure you want to fuck me right now? I mean, we could be caught after all.”
“I would fuck you in the middle of Madison Square Garden while the rest of the world watched if it meant getting to feel your body quivering around me as your orgasm tears through your body in crescendos never reached before by anyone who’s ever stepped foot in that building.”
“Then beg me for it.”
Slender fingers tightened their hold, and I let out a groanthat was knocking on the doorstep of a strangled growl. “Please.”
“Please what?”
God, she really was going to make me beg. I should have expected she would. After all, in a way, hadn’t she always made me beg for her?
“Please let me fuck you.”
Satin underwear still clung to her hips as she lowered herself down onto my lap, teasing the head of my dick with the thin fabric that separated me from the out-of-body experience that was fucking Everleigh Moore. “How badly do you want me?”
I gripped her hand, still clinging to my erection, and pushed it up to the head of my penis, slick with pre-cum. “That badly.”
As hard as she tried to come across as nonchalant, a hairline crack in the form of a shaky breath marred her otherwise unflappable façade. My fingertips traveled up Ever’s thigh, causing her to tremble slightly as her nerve endings responded to my featherlight touch. Her breathing intensified the closer I came to the satin barrier, turning more ragged when my fingers skated over the slick, damp fabric between her legs.
“And it would seem that you want me just as badly.”
Ever whimpered involuntarily despite trying to keep her composure, and I wished at that moment I could catch a glimpse of the expression on her face that had to be reflecting a war between authoritative Ever and an Ever on the verge of letting me bend her over the hood of her 4Runner.
My hand stopped at the hem of her panties. “Please,” I whispered, trying to juxtapose the begging she wanted from me with an authoritative undertone.
“Go ahead.”
Carefully, I slid the hem of Ever’s panties aside, raising myhips to meet hers as she lowered herself down onto my cock, slowly burying it inside of her. Inch by inch, she tightened around my shaft like a vice until I was fully seated inside of her, never wanting to be anywhere else for as long as I existed. Ever’s hand reached up to grab the handle above the door, and she began to ride me with traffic whipping past us, rocking the 4Runner even more than we were.
“That’s it, my little bird. Take my cock and use me like one of your toys.”
“None of them are as big as you are.” She panted as I met her with a thrust of my own, driving myself inside of her even deeper. With her hand still firmly hanging onto the handle, Ever leaned in closer to me, gripping my headrest tightly and moving her hips in time with mine, staring into the eyes of my mask.
“It’s all yours.” I stared back into her eyes as I spoke, meaning every fucking word. Whatever had been between us before, whatever I’d meant it to be, what we were evolving into felt different. I hadn’t allowed myself to get close to any woman I’d dated, always wondering what their motive was in associating themselves with the boy who’d murdered his piece of shit father. Those relationships usually ended after the first date or hookup, mostly due to my own paranoia. Maybe things could be different with her. Maybe I should just take off my mask and show her who I am. Instead of calling out V’s name right now, I could hear my real name flowing from those beautiful, full lips of hers without the vitriol that usually accompanied it anytime else she spoke it.
Ever’s thrusts became more frenzied the closer she came to orgasming, frantically trying to throw herself from the precipice she was standing on.
“Slow down and enjoy the ride.” My hand slid down from Ever’s hip, finding the controls for the seat and raising myselfjust vertical enough to where we were face to face, close enough for me to whisper near her ear. “I’ll help you finish.” My fingers drifted over her inner thigh, finding their way to her slick folds and parting them to expose her clit.
Her hand slipped down from the handle, back arching as I kneaded her sensitive bud between my fingers, cupping her ass with my free hand, relishing in each tremble that rocked her body the closer she came to falling apart.
