Chapter 24: Chapter Twenty-Four

Aubrey

I am silent for the rest of the car ride to Everett’s place. I am nervous. I want it badly. I want him, it is just a big step. Everett places his hand on my knee, squeezing it. He must sense my nervousness. He doesn’t say a word, but his squeeze is his way of comforting me. Even with the nervousness, the sexual tension in the air is thick. It is hard to ignore the throbbing still between my thighs.

The car comes to a stop quicker than I anticipated. I need to get a grip on myself. It is sex. I have had sex plenty of times before. I can’t keep letting my past and everything that happened with my ex continue to affect what has to come next. Everett climbs out quickly and offers his hand to me. With a deep breath, I take it, and he helps me out, leading us inside—the silence is still present.

The second he opens his front door, he drags me into the house. I giggle at his eagerness. He kicks the door closed, and my back is against it. A loud gasp falls from my lips at his unexpected movement, but my arousal heightens.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” He asks, his eyes dark from lust.

It is time to take initiative. I don’t use my words, instead, I reach up and press my lips to his in a rough kiss. Everett growls into my lips and grips my hips, pulling my lower body against his. I can feel his excitement dig between my thighs. I whimper, snaking my arms around his neck. His lips always feel so warm and soft. His kissing skills are incredible. No, he is amazing at any skills involving his mouth.

I push his coat from his shoulders and yank his tee up over his head, tossing it aside. His strong, firm chest distracts me. I lick my lips and run my hand over his bare chest and down his stomach. Everett’s muscles contract under my touch, groaning deeply. I glance up at him, and we stare at one another intensely. Everett’s lips come down on mine again. Any doubts or anxiety I was feeling have vanished and have been replaced with want.

He runs his hands down my body, hooking them under my thighs and lifts me from the ground. I cling to him as he turns us around, carrying me through to his bedroom. I rock against him, causing some friction. My panties are soaking. I can’t remember the last time I was this turned on, or if I have ever been this turned on.

Reaching his bedroom, he tosses me onto his bed. I expect him to crawl on after me, but he doesn’t, he stands at the bottom of the bed and stares at me, a sexy smirk on his lips. I rest up on my elbows.

“Why are you just standing there?”

“Take your dress off.” He commands, ignoring my question.

I move onto my knees, unzip my dress at the side and bring it over my head, throwing it onto the floor, leaving me in only my red lace panties and bra. I fight the urge to cover up. Everett is used to seeing the awkward, self-conscious sides of me, but there are other sides, even if it has been a while since I have shown them. I used to be very confident and happy in myself. Yes, it has changed over the years due to reasons beyond my control, but the way he looks at me with such lustful eyes makes some of those worries disappear. It has been a long time since anyone has looked at me in such a way.

Everett’s tongue darts along his lower lip as his eyes trace my half-naked body. I smirk and crawl towards him, kneeling right in front of him.

“Are you going to leave a girl hanging or do something about it?” I purr and palm him through his trousers.

Everett seems taken aback by my sudden burst of confidence. A loud hiss escapes from his lips, and his eyes close over. I draw my hand back, but only to undo his trousers and slip my hand into them and his boxers, stroking his hard length. He growls, his eyes firmly back on me.

“Where has this side of you been since we met?” he breaths out.

“Oh, she has been in there, but she takes some coaxing to come out these days. You didn’t answer my question, are you going to give me what I need or?” I question, nibbling on my lower lip.

He pulses against my fingers and grasps my face in one of his hands and claims my lips in his again and pushes me onto my back, towering over the top of me. I remove my hand from his boxers.

He parts from the kiss, and I am left breathless from it. “Oh, I am going to give you what you want and so much more. The real question is, are you ready for me, Aubrey? Do you think you can handle me? I am not the one-round kind of guy. I prefer multiple rounds with multiple orgasms from you until your body is too weak and begs me for more. Do you think you are up for it?”

My entire body shudders, and a loud, sexual, deep moan falls from my lips. “Yes, I can handle it,” I whisper.

He smirks down at me. “Mmm, are you sure about that, because you didn’t sound so confident?”

I nod eagerly. “Trust me, I can handle it. Show me what you got, Everett.” I reply and push his trousers down as far as I can get them, Everett kicking them off.

The only material between us now is his boxers and my underwear, things that won’t be there for long. Everett trails his lips down my jawline and onto my neck, kissing and sucking on my sensitive skin, probably leaving a mark on my neck. I tilt my head to the side and entangle my fingers in his hair, my breathing becoming heavier with every second.

He slips his hand between us and dips it into my panties, brushing his thumb over my aching clit. I gasp, arching up from the bed. He chuckles against my neck and takes his hand out only to tear my panties from my body in one swift move.

Everett gropes my pussy, and I cry out. “Your pussy belongs to me for the rest of the night and for as long as I want it after. Do we have an understanding?” he rasps and bites hard on my neck.

“Yes, I understand.”

What have I gotten myself into? I am not sure, but I am excited to find out.