My heart is racing so fast it feels like it’s going to thump out of my chest.
My feet move while my brain is still trying to process what just happened, and as soon as I’m in the guest room, I slam the door closed and go straight to the bathroom. The light is off in there, but there’s a glow coming through the window, and it’s all I need. I don’t want to look at myself right now, especially with what I’m about to do.
Without hesitating, I spit on my palm and reach down the front of my gray sleeping pants. I’m not wearing any underwear, and the length of my cock is jutting straight out, hard and ready. I grip it roughly and stroke it fast, punishing my dick for being so fucking eager.
“Goddamn it,” I hiss through my teeth as I close my eyes and conjure the image of Evie spread out on my bed.
The covers blocked my view, but I could see her little hand hurrying to touch her pussy. Her knees were so far apart as the blankets moved faster, and her cheeks were flushed. All I wanted to do was crawl on my knees over to her and put my head where her hand was. I wanted to lick her fingers and then push them out of the way so I could do what she so badly needed.
“Fuck.” I slam my other hand against the wall and brace myself as I keep jacking my cock.
She said my fucking name.
How wet was her cunt? Did she push those little fingers of hers inside and pretend it was my cock? Was she rocking those hips while she pretended it was my face?
The skin on my cock is tight, and the head is red and fat. I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t cum, but I don’t want it to end too quickly. Pearls of cum are beading at the top, and I swipe my fist over it and use it to lube my length.
Her hand was working so fast it was like she was impatient to cum. God, how many times could I have gotten her off while she got frustrated? When she finally came and her legs and body sagged against the bed, that’s when I wanted to put my cock in her. She’d be soft and wet, and I could slide right into her marshmallowy heat.
Would she let me cum in her? Fuck, would I even let her stop me?
I thrust into my fist while pretending it’s her body, but I know nothing will ever be as good as the real thing. I want to suck on her tits while she milks my cum out of me, and that thought is what sends me over the edge.
It comes out so hard and fast I have to put my other hand over the top of my dick to try and catch it. I try to breathe through it, but my knees threaten to buckle as I cum over and over into my hands. By the time I’m finished, I’m covered in sweat and I’m breathing like I just ran up the fucking mountain. My hands are covered in my release, and I’m a sticky mess. I should be embarrassed, but then I think about her saying my name, and my cock throbs like I didn’t just empty a load.
Stripping off my clothes, I take a quick shower and put on some clean pajamas. There’s no way I’m getting sleep now, not with what happened, and I need to talk to Evie. Okay, maybe it’s an excuse to talk to her, but I don’t want things to be awkward between us.
Knocking softly on the door, I lean in close to see if I can hear anything on the other side. “Evie?”
There’s a rustling, and then it’s silent, and for a second, I think she’s going to pretend to be asleep. A moment goes by, and then I hear her walking toward the door.
“Yeah?” she says without opening it.
“Can I come in? I think we should talk.”
When she pulls it open, she’s standing there in one of my shirts, and from the looks of it nothing else. It’s so long and baggy on her, and I have to keep my eyes locked with hers so I don’t stare at her chest to see if I can make out the blush of her nipples through the thin material.
“What do you want to talk about?” Her voice is almost cheery, and it’s like she’s pretending I didn’t watch her masturbate.
“I wanted to apologize.” I take a step toward her, and her eyes roam over my bare chest.
“For what?” She shrugs and again pretends nothing happened.
“For standing in the doorway and watching you rub your pussy.”
“Connor!” She looks anywhere but at me as her cheeks turn the color of a ripe strawberry.
“Well, let me rephrase that.” I take another step closer, and this time she backs up. “I’m not sorry I watched you do it.”
“Well…well…you—” She blows out a huff of air as she takes another step back. “What are you apologizing for then?”
“That when you said my name…” I take another step closer and when she backs up, she hits the wall behind her. “I didn’t give you what you were asking for.”
“And what was that?” Her voice is barely above a whisper now.
Bracing my hands on either side of her, I bend down so she has to look me in the eyes. “Everything you were dreaming about while you touched yourself.” I lick my lips as I look at her mouth. “And everything you haven’t had the courage to ask for.”
“Yeah, well, I’m not scared now.” She raises her chin stubbornly and I smile down at her.
“Look at you, my brave girl.” I brush my fingers over her cheek before I slide my thumb along her bottom lip. “Tell me then, little duck, how wet did you get when you were thinking of me?”
She swallows hard, then she parts her lips as she looks up at me through her lashes. “I…um.”
“It’s okay, I’d rather find out for myself.” Leaning down the rest of the way, I touch my lips to hers, so featherlight, giving her a chance to tell me to stop. To my surprise, she goes up on her tiptoes and seals our lips together.
One of my hands pulls away from the wall and wraps around her back. Then I pull her flush against me as I lift her off the ground and slide my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like sweet candy and something special I can’t place. It’s new, yet familiar, and like I’ve always known she would taste this way. Her fingers go to my hair, and she wraps her body around mine as I turn around and carry her back to my bed.
Fuck, this is too fast. I wanted to go easy and let her know she can trust me. But now that I’ve got my mouth on her, I don’t know how to slow it down.
With all the strength I have, I place her on the bed and then break the kiss.
“What’s wrong?” She looks up at me with pleading eyes as I brush the hair out of her face.
“I lost control.” I shake my head and try to breathe in fresh air so I don’t fall on top of her like an animal.
“Is that a bad thing?” Her smile is so damn beautiful that I want to kiss her again.
There’s something so special about Evie that I don’t want to fuck this up. I’ve thought for so long that I wasn’t going to get married and have kids, and one look at her and I’m trying to figure out just how fast I can make those things happen. It’s just like my mom and dad. He knew the second he saw her that she was the one, and I always thought he was making that up. As I look down at my little duck, I can’t help but think that he was on to something.
“I think maybe you should tell me to stop.”