Page 5 of EverGreene
I whimpered when the man’s thumb rubbed against my clit, lightly at first, teasing my body while steadily pushing me toward climax. I’d told myself that I would never let another man have the upper hand on me again, that I would always be in control, only to find myself succumbing to a man whose face I’d never seen and whose name I would never know. Yet, oddly enough, I never felt more in control. The masked man’s grip on me tightened as he inserted his fingers inside of me, coaxing me to buck my hips and ride his hand while my ass created friction against his cock through his jeans. Satisfaction unlike any I’d ever felt before overcame me when he sucked in a sharp breath before grinding his erection into me, massaging my clit as his finger slid into me deeper. My legs shook with my impending orgasm, but as much as I wanted to come—as much as I absolutely needed to fucking come—I didn’t want it to happen like this.
“Fuck me,” I said, my voice raspy, hoping it came out as more of an order than a plea. “I want to come with your cock buried inside me.” The man groaned, which only drew my body closer to the edge. If we didn’t stop now, I was going to fall. “There’s a condom in the pocket of my skirt.”
His vice-like grip around me loosened, and I collapsed to my hands and knees on the bed as the man stood up from the bed and grabbed the costume he’d stripped from my body,searching it for the foil packet I prayed to every single deity I could think of was still there, and that he missed the pocketknife in the other pocket. In the light streaming in from the window, I saw him pull the condom out, holding it as though it were the Holy Grail. Triumphant, he made his way back to the bed after first kicking off his shoes so smoothly that his stride was never broken.
I sat on my knees in front of him on the bed, hooking my fingers under the waistband of his jeans and pulling him in closer to the edge of the bed. My fingers slid down to the button fly, unfastening each button and watching as his jeans sank down to his ankles. He kicked them off, taking my hand and placing the foil wrapper in my palm as he removed his boxer briefs and kicked them aside. My hand reached out, fingers curling halfway around the shaft of his dick that stiffened even more with my touch. Stealing a glance up at his masked face, still hidden in the darkness, I slowly guided my hand up and down his girth, relishing in the moan he tried to stifle behind his mask, wishing I could see the lust in his eyes.
My thumb skimmed over the head of his cock, slickened by a coating of precum. I took him in my mouth, my tongue making slow circles along the head and shaft. Fingers gripped the hair on the back of my head, and the man began to thrust himself inside my mouth, his breathing becoming heavier. Stretched to their limit, my lips tightened around his cock, and I clutched my hand against his ass for leverage, allowing his dick to penetrate me as far as I could take it. His body shook when my tongue circled the head of his dick; the heady taste of him saturated my taste buds. He was losing control, his thrusts becoming more erratic, his body trembling as his erection stiffened, signaling he was close to climax.
Before completely losing it, he freed himself from between my lips, his hands frantically searching for the condom that Iheld up triumphantly between my fingers. I hoped he could see the expression on my face.
His smooth, collected demeanor grew more frantic, betraying the image he had been trying to project while he tore the package open as though it was in danger of self-destructing, promptly freeing the latex circle from its bonds and tugging it down the length of his cock. Once secured, he dove onto the bed, and I couldn’t stop the shriek that escaped from me when he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me into him chest to chest, forcing my legs to wrap around his body at the same moment he plunged inside of me.
I gasped from the contradicting sensations of pain and pleasure that tore through me, and I dug my nails into the muscles of his back to keep myself from shattering into a million pieces. If he was in pain, he didn’t show it, only pausing long enough for me to look up into his shadowy visage, wordlessly questioning whether I wanted him to keep going. “Please,” I whispered, adjusting my hips to take in his entire length, my body trembling.
His thrusts were gentle at first, even attentive, allowing me to adjust my rhythm for pleasure to override discomfort. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I felt him watching me, studying my every move. It felt as though he was one step ahead of me, and he was holding himself back so that I could catch up. Together we quickly found our groove in a dance that was somehow simultaneously sinful and divine. If my upbringing was to be believed, I was on a one-way trip to hell, but I didn’t care. I’d happily embrace the darkness if it felt like this.
I threw my head back, shaky breaths melting into moans, only to be met by the man’s hand gripping the back of my head and forcing me to look into his masked face as his thrusts became steadier, almost feral in their need. His hand slid down from my hair to my neck, gripping the side of it and lodging histhumb just under my chin. I should have been terrified. But for some reason I couldn’t quite explain, I trusted that he wouldn’t take things too far. He was dipping a toe over the line between morality and depravity, testing the waters without jumping in.
“You’re holding back. Don’t hold back on me.” My breathing had become more labored, barely allowing me to get any words out, but I knew he heard me loud and clear by the way his body stiffened. “I mean it.”
The sheer strength of this man would live rent-free in my head long after this night was over. His grasp still firmly around me, he picked my body up as though I weighed nothing at all, tossing me down on the bed. Calloused hands gripped my hips and pulled me into him as he plunged his cock inside me without mercy.
I forced my hips back into his body, meeting his thrusts with my own. I’d be sore tomorrow, but I didn’t care, although I feared he may very well be ruining me for other men. The masked stranger slid his hand from my hip to one of my breasts, kneading my nipple between his fingers, sending a wave of pleasure straight to my clit. He had me at a disadvantage, disarmed, and dangerously close to coming. Exactly where he wanted me.
Never breaking his stride, he pushed me back up into his lap with my back against his chest. The hand that had been on my breast moved up to my neck, forcing my head back while his other hand moved down to my clit, increasing the intensity of his thrusts.
“Deeper,” I commanded him with every one of my senses already on overdrive. The man adjusted his body, bringing me in even closer to him, until we were flush against each other as he drove himself inside of me. I was on the cusp, my release building as the walls of my pussy tightened around the man’s cock.
He groaned, his mouth so close to my ear that I could feel his hot breath against my skin. His fingers worked over my clit while I bore down to meet his thrust. This was it. There was no turning back now. Sensing my impending release, the man’s grip around my neck tightened, forcing me to look at him as one more thrust sent my entire body into convulsions.
“Holy shit.” I was boneless, and I would have sunk down to the bed if not for the fact that the man was still holding me up, despite his own body going rigid as, with one more thrust deep inside of me, he found his own release.
Chapter 2
Loche
Iexited the elevator and walked through the mahogany door leading to the suite housing Harrison, Hawley, Haak, and Smith, both the bane of my existence and the financier of my debauchery.
“Good morning, Loche,” Shelby, our firm’s receptionist, greeted me from her desk in the lobby. “You look like you had quite the weekend.”
If you only knew, Shelby. If you only knew.
“Was it even really the weekend if you don’t come into the office on Monday morning looking like you were run over by a dump truck?”
Shelby cocked her head, locks of blonde hair falling in her face, her lips curling into a smile. I’m sure this look made a lot of men forget their own names in her presence. I was not one of those men. “Mind sharing what you did? I may need some ideas.”
“Oh, you know. Got a pizza, drank some beer, robbed a bank, engaged in a high-speed chase, got away, and then turned in early with my bag of money and fell asleep to a niceromantic comedy on Netflix,” I answered without stopping my pace, turning to walk down the hallway to my office.
“Fine. Keep your secrets, then,” she called out to me.
Trust me, I will, Shelby. And I have a lot of them.
My fingers flipped the switch on the wall next to the door inside the office I shared with my coworker, illuminating the space with the most annoying fluorescent lighting known to man. One of the perks of being named the head of the paralegal department here was being assigned an office, instead of a cubicle. The other perk: I shared that office with her.
Unsurprisingly, Ever wasn’t in the office yet. She was not particularly a morning person, whereas I woke up every morning at five, went to the gym, showered, and came straight to work well before I had to. With renovations to our building taking place, Ever’s usual workspace had been rendered out of commission, forcing her to move in with me. She had not taken to the move well. The office was a good size, easily accommodating both of us, our desks, and client files with plenty of space to move around. But I had a hunch that our desks could be located at opposite ends of the continent, and they would still be too close for Ever.
I shrugged my coat off, hanging it up on the hanger on the back of the door before making my way to the break room for some of the cheapest coffee known to man. Despite numerous multi-million-dollar settlements, our office’s coffee game was weak, but some caffeine was better than no caffeine, and you couldn’t beat free.
