Chapter 18: Chapter Eighteen - I Am Taking What I Need

Everly

I lean down and press my lips to Orson. I slip my hand between our bodies and into his boxers, stroking his already hard cock. He is more than ready for me. I sit up on his stomach.

“Tell me, what would you prefer to experience first? My mouth around your cock or my pussy around it?” I purr, dancing my fingers over his chest.

“You have no filter, do you?” he smirks.

“Nope! I say what I mean. I have no filter when it comes to sex. I ask for what I want, and I make sure the other person gets what they need. The choice is yours. You will experience both before the end of the night, but in what order is up to you.”

I will impress him with both. It wasn’t my plan to fuck him tonight, but the more I drank, the hornier I became. He was there, and I didn’t have the urge to try to find someone else. Orson doesn’t seem to have any complaints. Will I regret it in the morning? Yes, without a doubt, but I am taking what I need to tonight. I will worry about tomorrow when it comes. For now, my main goal is to make us both come.

“I want your pussy around my cock.”

“Nice choice. Condom?”

He nods, reaching into the drawer. “I always have condoms. You never know when the opportunity will arrive.”

I demand he lift his hips and rid him of his boxers, joining my underwear on the floor. I snatch the condom from him, tearing it open with my teeth and slip it on. I rest one hand on my chest, lift my hips and wrap the other around his cock and guide myself down on it. He fills me up nicely. He is the perfect size and girth. Above average, not too small or too big. I watch as his eyes close over, and a deep groan falls from his lips as I wrap around. I lean forward, moaning. I rock my hips slowly to start with. My eyes close over as I enjoy the feeling of him buried deep inside of me.

“Fuck, your pussy feels good around me,” he growls, grasping my hips.

“I bet it does,” I reply and quicken my hips.

His fingers dig into my hips. Orson reaches up, massaging my breasts as I ride him. I cry out, my head tossing back. He brushes his fingers over my hardened nipples. Sex shouldn’t feel this good with him! But you can hate someone and still have sexual chemistry.

I reach over to hold onto the headboard and circle my hips against him.

“Fucking hell, yes, like that,” he begs, his back arching from the bed.

I find the rhythm of back and forth to circling my hips. I know how men like it.

“Does it feel good, Orson? Do you like me riding your cock?” I pant.

“Yes, but I need more. I need you to go faster and harder.” He pants and spanks my ass.

I squeal and tighten around him. I love being spanked. It is something that turns me on. I give him what he asks for. I work quicker against him. He slips his arm around me and sits up so we are chest to chest, face to face. He claims my lips in a rough kiss.

I hold his shoulder and bounce up and down on his cock. I cry out every time I take him back in. Our warm, sweaty bodies stick together. Who knew we would be so compatible in the bedroom?

He rests back on one of his hands and works his hips to meet mine, thrusting roughly and deeply into me.

“Yes! Right there!” I scream as he hits my sweet spot.

“Here?” he pants, hitting it again.

“Oh God, fuck! Yes, that’s it.”

My pussy clenches around him. It won’t take much longer to push me over the edge. I will make sure he is the same. He pushes me onto my back, brings my leg around his hip and rails into me. I slip my other leg around him.

“You are going to come for me,” he commands, growing rougher and more forceful, and it feels incredible.

The scream of his name from my lips echoes through the room. I scrape my nails down his back in sheer pleasure, digging them into his skin. I will leave my mark on him. He hisses and tenses, but it seems to encourage him. He draws out of me and rails back in, repeating the same motion. There is so much pressure between us that it is making the bed below us move.

“Are you ready to come for me, Everly?”

The tone of his voice is low and seductive. It makes me pulse around him. I don’t answer, I am too engrossed in the pleasure my body is feeling.

Just like earlier, his hand comes around my throat. I gasp, my eyes rolling back. “Answer me.”

“Yes. I am ready to come.” I finally squeak out.

He stares down at me intensely. One, two, three more deep, hard thrusts, and my body shakes. I arch from the bed, and the pleasure rips through me, straight down to my toes, making them curl. It has been a long time since that has happened. I cling to him as I pour. His eyes don’t leave me, not even for a second.

“Damn, you look sexy when you orgasm.”

I can’t seem to find any words as I am struggling to catch my breath. Orson buries his face in my neck and pins my hips against the mattress, pounding into me, aiming for his hand. I hold his body to mine.

“Come for me, Orson. I can sense you are ready.” I purr and bite down on his neck.

An animal like growl escapes from his lips. His cock tenses and twitches. He bites down on my collarbone and empties into the condom. His climax is as intense as mine. The room becomes almost silent, our breathing the only thing to be heard.

He lifts his head to look down at me, a sexy smile on his lips. “I am only getting started.”

“Bring it on. You can’t even imagine what my body can handle. The question is, can you handle it and me?”

“Yes, without a doubt.”

It’s only for one night, so we may as well make the most of it. When tomorrow comes, I plan on forgetting it ever happened, but I will make sure he doesn’t forget. I will make him crave what he can’t have again.