Page 69 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
It was hard to stand there and argue that I was an adult when I was in just a thong. “Do you care if I live or die?”
“Of course I do!” he growled, stepping toward me.
I wasn’t done. “Do you care if I’m happy?”
“Yes.”
“Would you stop if I said stop?”
“Fucking hell. Yes.”
“Then you’re already three times better for me than the majority of my ex-lovers, Evan. I promise, it's not just the depression that wants you.Iwant you. Me. Chaos.”
He groaned and kissed me again. “God, you’re killing me.” He lifted me back into his arms, pressing me against the wall so he could dip his head and capture my nipple. I moaned, wrapping my legs around his waist. He moved to my other nipple, biting it softly, and my gasp echoed around the silence of the room.
I buried my hands in his short hair, holding on as he played my body like an artist. He was a lot broader than I’d thought, the slight roughness of his chest hair scraping my belly. Obviously, those slightly too large suits weren’t just hiding his weapons, they were hiding a ripped body too.
He held me easily as he dropped one hand between my thighs, his fingers dipping inside me as the weight of our bodies ground his palm hard into my clit.
“Oh god,” I breathed, as his fingers curled inside me, stroking me to perfection as he licked and sucked at my breasts. I held on for dear life, shuddering through my orgasm, crying out as I soaked his fingers.
He pulled back until he could see my face. “We can stop now. There's no pressure for anything more. Take this moment, climb under the sheets of the bed, and sleep off the night, Chaos.”
I couldn’t tell if he was begging me to tell him to stop, or begging me not to. But I didn’t want to stop.
“More, Evan. I want more,” I whispered into his ear, and his whole body shivered. I launched myself at his lips, our kisses no longer tentative. No, this was the chaos he accused me of as he lowered my feet to the ground and I kicked off my lace thong, while he shrugged off his shirt. I reached for the button of his pants, tearing it open and reaching into his boxers for his cock. It was hard and thick, and I wanted it.
I fell to my knees, and he moaned. “Fuck me, you look so pretty down there.”
I grinned and took his cock, stroking it just to hear him grunt and flex his hips toward me. I licked the head, running my tongue along the underside. Then I slid him deep into my mouth, and tried not to laugh at the sound of his cursing. Taking him as deep as I could, I twisted slightly on the way back up, and he buried his hands in my curls.
“Jesus fucking Saint Joseph, Chaos.”
I wanted to tell him that he was probably going to Hell for that, but you know, my mouth was full. He thrust slightly in time with my head bobbing on his cock, making me gag a little before he drew out of my mouth. “I’m going to come if you keep doing that.”
“That's kind of the idea.”
He growled, pulling me back up into his arms. He pressed me to the wall again, his cock notching against my core, and I held my breath. He paused, and I knew he was about to ask again if I wanted this, but I could barely breathe, let alone talk him into this. I wanted him so goddamn bad.
So I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him tight into my body, and he slid in with a moan. Or maybe it was my moan, or a combination of both, because holy shit.
“You feel so fucking good. Better than I could have imagined,” he groaned. He slid all the way out and then slammed home, and this time there was no doubt whose moan it was as the sound that left my throat bordered on a scream.
“Yes. Fuck, Evan. More.”
Holding my thighs, his body pressed tight to mine, he fucked me into the wall. I moaned his name, my nails raking over his shoulders as he pounded into me. Fuck, I felt sorry for the people in the room next door.
I let out a high-pitched whine as I got closer and closer. He buried his face in my neck, biting it gently, and pleasure pulsed through me.
“Oh, god. Fuck,” I chanted.
“Come for me. I want to feel you milking my cock,” he growled in my ear, and that was it. I was helpless as I clutched him tightly to me and rode out the waves of pleasure as my orgasm rocked me.
Evan continued to fuck me, his movements wild and fast, until he was coming too. His hand slammed onto the wall above my head, and his body pressed tightly into mine like it was the only thing still keeping us standing.
We were both panting, and I had a cramp in my thigh that would probably ache more if the endorphins from that orgasm weren’t coursing through me like a drug.
“Hold on, I’ll walk us to the shower.”
