Chapter 37: Chapter Thirty-Seven - How Did I End Up Here Again?

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Everly

Orson reaches over to the drawer for a condom. I am not supposed to be doing this again, but here I am. I am drunk and horny. At least with Orson, I know it will be good, rather than going to find some stranger.

“Are you sure you are ready for me?” he asks, brushing his fingers over my folds.

I gasp, arching from the bed. “I am.” I am soaked and eager.

“Good!” he smirks, ripping the condom open, slipping it on.

Snaking my legs around him, tightly, I pull him down against me and rock up against him, hoping he gets the hint. I don’t want to waste any more time. Orson knows exactly what I wanted, and without another word, he thrusts roughly into me. A deep cry escapes from my lips as he fills me up.

“Fuck,” he growls, pressing deep and hard.

My eyes close over, and my head falls back. “Yes. Give it to me. I want it rough.” I beg, gripping onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.

Orson slips his hand under my back and pulls me up, bringing me into his lap so I am straddling him. He keeps a tight hold on me, and I put my arms around his neck, rocking my hips back and forth against him.

“Faster,” he demands and slaps my ass.

I squeal and pick up my speed. I go from back and forth to circling my hips. Entangling my fingers in his hair, I crash my lips to his as I ride him. Groaning into my lips, his fingers dig into my hips. Parting from the kiss, Orson dips his head down, focusing his mouth and tongue on my breasts. I cry out as he circles his tongue on my nipples, gently tugging them between his teeth. It causes my pussy to tighten around him, pleasure soaring through me.

“Yes! Fuck that feels good.” I cry out.

He reattaches his lips to mine and pushes upwards, hitting my sweet spot, causing my entire body to shake. “Found it.” He smirks.

Orson has never had an issue finding it. With the perfect rhythm and thrusts, he continues to hit it. It takes only minutes for my orgasm to creep up on me. My head falls forward, burying it in his shoulder.

“Mmm, close already, sweetness.” He rasps in my ear and pushes me onto my back.

I can only nod and moan. He drapes my legs over his shoulder and rails into me. Squealing, I grip the bedding as my head falls back.

Orson swats my thigh. “You are going to come for me now.” He commands, drawing out, only for a moment before slamming back in. One, two, three times, and it sends me over the edge.

My orgasm tears through me. I feel the pleasure in every nerve of my body and straight down to my toes, making them curl as I scream his name. My release is intense as I drown his cock. His lips crash down on mine, continuing to press into me. I cling to him and soon, I feel his cock tense. Parting from my lips, he buries his face in my neck, his teeth sinking into my collarbone.

“Come for me, Orson, I know you are ready.” I pant, entangling my fingers in his thick hair.

Deep groans rumble in his throat, followed by curse words, and finally, my name comes out in a grunt as he releases. Our bodies stick together with the heat, sweat dripping down our skin, and we struggle to catch our breath.

Orson pulls out, disposing of the condom and collapses next to me. “Fuck! I have been needing that badly.” He breathes out.

“Mmm, you and me both. It doesn’t mean it will be something we will be doing all the time.” I want to make it clear that nothing has changed.

I glance over to see him rolling his eyes. “If you say so. I don’t see an issue. We are stuck together, so why not get something out of it? You have needs as much as I do. We don’t need to like one another to have sex.”

“Because it will complicate things.”

“Not if we don’t let it. It is something for you to think about.”

Orson kisses me, climbs out of bed, and walks out of his room without another word. I don’t need to think about it. I am not doing it. It is a bad idea. Right, it would be a terrible idea. But the sex is incredible, but is that really a reason to become fuck buddies? What if it changes things? What if those feelings of hate turn to more because we are connecting at such an intimate level? Eww, no, nothing could make me grow feelings for him.

I sit up, running my fingers through my hair and sigh. I climb out of bed, my legs shaky, and go to search for him. I hear the shower running from the main bathroom. He has one in his room. Why use that one? Is he trying to avoid me? I try the door, but it is locked. I will take that as a yes? Shrugging it off, I grab towels from the hall closet and head to the shower in my room. I am exhausted. A shower and sleep in on the cards for me. I can deal with Orson and whatever’s on his mind tomorrow.

Heading for a shower, I lock the door behind me, stepping in. It is a quick one. I am in and out in ten minutes, wrapping a towel around me. When I step out, Orson is sitting on my bed in joggers and his hair still wet.

“Can I help you?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Did you think about what I said?”

“You asked me like ten minutes ago. I haven’t even thought about it.”

“Take the night. I want an answer by morning. You should get some sleep. Thanks again for what you did tonight, Everly.” He smiles, exiting my room.

Why is he so eager for me to agree? He can get any woman he wants, why focus his attention only on me? I shake my head, dry off and change into my pjs, slipping into bed. I am not agreeing to it! I would rather listen to my head than my body, no matter how much a part of me wants to tell him yes. It is a bad idea.

I shake it off and settle down for the night. Sleep is the only thing on my mind right now.