Chapter 20: Chapter Twenty

Aubrey

I have been awake for a while, but can’t move. Everett’s hold on me is too firm. Any time I tried to move, it seemed to tighten. I don’t know why. He doesn’t seem to realise he is doing it since he is sound asleep. I really need to pee. I try again but fail.

“Aubrey, why do you keep moving?” he whines.

“Because I need to use the restroom.”

“Then why don’t you use it? What is stopping you?”

He really doesn’t know how tightly he is holding on to me.

“Your hold is too strong for me to get out of.” I snicker.

“Shit, sorry.” He replies and quickly lets go of me.

I laugh and rush to the bathroom. I couldn’t have waited much longer. I will return to bed because it is still early, six in the morning. Another hour or so sounds like a good plan. I do what I need in the bathroom and return to his bedroom. I quickly climb back because it is cold this morning. I shudder as I bring the covers back over me.

I roll onto my side, and Everett does the same. We are face-to-face. I cover my face with the covers. He doesn’t need to smell my morning breath. It isn’t pleasant, no one’s is.

“Did you get any sleep?” he asks.

“Yes. I only woke about twenty minutes ago.” I whisper.

He reaches in and strokes some hair from my eyes. I close them, and a soft whimper escapes from my lips. I hate myself for it. I hate showing any weakness in front of him because it gives me away.

When I reopen them, he is staring at me. A look in his eyes I am familiar with. His eyes dance with lust. I wonder if mine are the same. I hope not because that would be too obvious.

“I-I-I should maybe leave and head home.” I stammer.

I worry if I don’t leave, I will give in and do something I regret. Everett places his hand on my hip and pulls me closer to him. I moan at the contact.

He rests his lips at my ear. “Or you can stay right here with me.”

“I don’t know if that is a good idea. I can’t trust myself around you.” I breathe out.

His lips trace over my neck. “Then, for once, forget your worries.”

I moan and entangle my fingers in his thick hair. His lips always feel good against my skin. I use his hold on my hair and force his lips to mine without thinking twice about it. He doesn’t seem to mind. Our lips move perfectly, and it is quick to become heated. He groans into the kiss and grasps my thigh, hooking it around his hips, our bodies tight together.

A shudder runs through my entire body, arousal stirring. No man has turned me on as quickly as he can. He has a way of making me lose my mind and push all my senses aside. It probably isn’t a good thing, but in the moment, I don’t care.

I roll onto my back and take him with me so his strong body is on top of mine. I snake my other leg around him. Everette massages my thigh as the kiss between us continues to intensify. I gasp and arch from the bed—his hand wonders to my inner thigh, towards between my thighs.

I should maybe stop him, but I don’t want to. I need the ache to disappear. He brushes his fingers over the material of my shorts, but even with it between us, it is still enough to stir in me.

Everett parts from the kiss first, and we are breathless. He sits up on my stomach, making sure not to place all his weight on me. My eyes fall on his bare chest. I run my nails over and down his bare stomach. His eyes close over, and his muscles tense under my touch. He is so sexy. I lick my lips as my hands continue to wander. I am trying not to get too distracted by the evident excitement in his boxers. Something easier said than done, since it is right there and hard to miss due to its size.

“Checking out the package?” he chuckles.

My glance snaps back to his, and my cheeks heat with embarrassment. “Sorry. It is hard not to. Oh God, I didn’t mean that to sound like a pun.” I whisper and cover my face. Could I be any more of an embarrassment?

Everett laughs loudly and removes my hands. “You have nothing to be embarrassed by, sweetness.”

I chew on my lower lip nervously. Why am I like this?

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Tell me, how badly do you need a release? Don’t lie or get embarrassed.”

He wants me to tell him.

I take a deep breath and decide to keep the answer simple. “Badly.”

“Will you let me help you out? I promise no full-on sex. I can give you the release you are so desperate for. No strings attached. I won’t even expect anything in return.”

I eye him suspiciously. How many men give without expecting something in return? Not many I have met.

“You won’t expect a thing?” I ask with a raised brow.

He shakes his head. “I promise. I know you aren’t ready, but that doesn’t stop me from wanting to bury my tongue in your pussy until you come for me.”

I whimper loudly and squeeze my thighs together at his choice of words. I can’t remember the last time a man went down on me. My ex was more of a receiver than a giver. I learned not to argue with him because the outcome always ended up worse for me, and he still got what he needed. I don’t want to think about him right now. I don’t want to think of him ever again.

“Okay. I am nervous. It has been a long time since someone has been, um, down there with their tongue.” I whisper.

“Relax, gorgeous. I promise you will love every second of it. Any nerves will vanish the moment my tongue lands on your pussy. Your wet pussy, I assume?”

I nod, not being able to find the words. He smirks and leans down, pressing his lips to mine. He slowly slips his hand down my body, into my shorts and under my panties. He brushes his fingers over my folds. I gasp, and my head falls back, the pleasure shooting through me even with such a simple gesture.

“Damn, kitten, you are soaking.” He growls, drawing his hand out.

I wince at the loss of contact. He put his fingers into his mouth, sucking on them. He smirks. “Mmm, you taste good. I can’t wait to get a proper taste of it. Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, I am ready.” I breathe out.

I still don’t know if this is a wise decision, but I’m too far in now to back out. I am sure I won’t be disappointed. If I am, then I swear I will stay away from men. I don’t want to get my hopes up, only to have them crushed all the time.

“Good! I am going to give you the best orgasm of your life, baby girl. I can promise you that.”

He sounds confident in his words. It has been a long time since I had an orgasm. It won’t take long for him to bring me over the edge since my body is aching for pleasure.