Page 27 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part Two
My brain was a jumble, filled with bits of information and emotions I didn’t understand. I closed the notebook and picked it up. “I just need to think for a bit.”
As I walked out of the room, I tried to ignore the quick look of hurt that passed over Hendrick’s face. He knew, just like I did, that I was going to go to Iceland, even though he needed me here.
Because I was a shitty, selfish person.
They left me alone for an hour, and when the door to my room opened, I expected Otto. But it was Evan, hesitating. “Can I come in?”
I let out a sigh, but nodded. He stepped into the room, shutting the door silently behind him. He only paused for a moment before lying on the bed beside me. He didn’t touch me though, still giving me space, but I realized in that moment that I wanted his comfort more than I wanted space. I shuffled closer, wrapping my body around his and resting my cheek on his chest.
“What are you thinking about?” he rumbled beneath me.
Fuck, that was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it?
“Everything. Nemo. You guys. My parents.” I paused. “I think a small, rational part of me kinda hoped that you wouldn’t find him. That it would just remain a mystery that might plague me once a year, but the rest of the time I could be happy with you guys. Seems kind of idealistic, right?” Evan didn’t say anything, just held me tighter. “But now I need to know. Need to meet him. Need to know how the story ends.”
“I know, Chaos. I’ll be with you every step.”
I tilted my head up so I could look at him, and the compassionate expression on his face made me feel even more shitty. Since we’d been back in the States with the guys, he’d relegated himself to the background again, and I hadn’t done enough to ensure he knew that even though I had the guys back, he was still just as important.
“Kiss me, Evan?”
He wrapped his arm around my back and pulled me further up his body, kissing me possessively. His beard scraped along my skin deliciously, and I moaned softly against his lips. I shifted so my legs were either side of his hips, and he let me have the illusion of control. His tongue dipped in and out of my mouth as his hands roamed the curves of my body.
He tore his mouth from mine, so he could kiss the pink skin of my cheeks and jaw, and then down my throat. “I’ve missed this.”
“Me too.” It wasn’t a lie. Although I was still getting laid, the guys weren’t interchangeable to me. I craved closeness with each one of them, that moment of connection where we were breathing the same oxygen, our bodies so tightly pressed together that I could feel their heartbeat.
I sat up, peeling off my t-shirt dress and tugging at Evan’s shirt until I could bare all that warm skin to my wandering hands. Scooting further down his body, I unbuttoned his jeans, pulling down his boxers until his cock sprung free.
“Wait, Chaos. Spin around. I want a taste, too.”
I grinned, raising my eyebrows at him, but I wasn’t about to argue that I was too short for a sixty-nine, which I totally was in comparison to Evan. Only a fool turned down good oral sex. I slipped my underwear off with a little difficulty, before spinning so I was straddling his chest, completely exposed to his gaze.
He gripped my hips and pulled me down onto his face like we were in a plummeting plane and I was the oxygen mask. Please secure your own mask before helping those around you. I spat on my hand and reached down, stroking his cock. He bucked into my hand, his grunt reverberating against my pussy, and I dropped my forehead onto his abs with a moan.
There were two types of good oral sex. There were guys who had perfected the technique, and could hit all your good spots with minimal effort. And there were the guys who were one hundred percent there for your orgasm, and went at it like it was their last mission in life. Sometimes, like Hendrick, they managed to be both.
Evan was the latter. His urge to please me was its own type of pleasure. I could almost come just thinking about the way his tongue was plunging into me, the bite of pressure from his fingertips digging into my hips. It was an entire experience of worship, and I couldn’t help but pant his name, my hand still stroking his cock in a discordant rhythm.
“Evan, please,fuck...”
His left hand came around to flick my clit, and I came, muffling my shouts in his stomach. Biting down, I felt his muscles flex beneath my teeth.
Evan wasn’t even close to done. He shifted me forward until I was on my hands and knees, and he sat up, scooting so he was resting against the headboard.
Reaching onto my bedside table for a box of condoms, he slipped one on with practiced ease, and a niggling subconscious part of me wondered how many lovers he’d had in his life. We all needed to get health checks, and I needed to get that damn IUD, because we were gonna fuck this up sooner or later.
However, when he pulled me back onto his cock, all thoughts of anything or anyone but the man behind me disappeared. He wrapped an arm around my ribs, pulling me back against him, and thrusting shallowly into me, which was making my fucking eyes cross.
I panted, moving with him as he continued thrusting up into my body, going deeper, this angle hitting my G-spot over and over until the orgasm built to almost painful levels. His hand slipped up to pluck at my nipples through the lace of my bra, and my second orgasm stole the remaining breath from my lungs. I didn’t scream or moan, I just shuddered and shook as intense pleasure washed over me.
When my lungs finally burned for air, I let out a panting gasp, blinking back the water leaking from my eyes. Evan’s arms tightened around me, encompassing me completely and holding me tight as he came right behind me, his face buried in my nape.
“Fuck, Aviva. Fuck,” he groaned as he climaxed, and my whole body felt like a liquid that had melted around him.
After a minute, he lifted me gently off his cock, but held me close as he moved down the bed. Lifting the blanket over my still shivering body, he pulled me close, spooning himself around me.
“When you meet Nemo, I’m going to shake his hand.” He kissed my shoulder. “Because without his sadness, I would’ve never known that being this happy was possible.”
