Chapter 54: Chapter Fifty-Four

Aubrey

No words are spoken between us, only heavy breathing. Everything is being said in the kiss and in the way we are fighting with one another’s clothing. I didn’t come here for this, but now, it is all I want, all I crave. Deep down, I know it isn’t a good idea, but I don’t care. Between my thighs is soaked and throbbing. Standing in only our underwear, Everett’s lips fall on my neck, kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin. A loud moan escapes from my throat, and I entangle my fingers in his hair, tugging it roughly. His lips always feel so good on me.

Everett hooks his hands under my thighs, lifting me from the ground. I tightly wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck. His hard cock digs into my pussy. The only material between us is my panties and his boxers. I gasp and rock my hips against him. I need some friction. Everett groans at the contact, and his lips come down on mine once again. I kiss back and focus on nothing else but the pleasure coursing through every inch of my body.

Everett makes sure he has a firm hold on me and brings me off the wall, carrying me towards the living room. Our lips were still connected in a heated kiss. I continue to grind against him. I part from the kiss, needing to catch my breath. Everett is panting as much as I am. Both as turned on as one another.

He sits on the sofa, so I am straddling him. I make eye contact with him, his eyes dark, full of want, darker than normal. His cheeks flushed. I am sure I look the same.

“I didn’t come here for this,” I breathe out.

“If you want to stop, all you have to do is say the words.”

I don’t answer straightaway, but after a second, I decide I don’t want to think too much, or I will change my mind. I don’t want to change my mind. I am too damn horny to stop. Without words, I answer. I crash my lips to his and dip my hand into his boxers, stroking his cock, which throbs against my fingers. Everett groans loudly into the kiss.

Parting from the kiss, I remove myself from his lap.

“Where are you going?” he asks between his heavy pants.

I don’t answer him. I reach behind me, unclipping my bra and take it off, followed by my panties, tossing them onto the floor, leaving me completely naked before him. Everett’s eyes run over me from head to toe, his tongue darting along his lips. He grabs my hips, bringing me back into his lap. He dances his fingers up the back of my thigh, and my skin heats under his touch, shuddering. God, I have missed his touch on me. Resting them on my ass, he massages the cheeks.

I tug at the band of his boxers. “Lift.”

He does as I ask. I yank them down, and Everett kicks them away, his excitement free.

“Aubrey, are you sure you want this?”

“Yes, stop talking,” I groan and claim his lips in mine to silence him.

He chuckles into my lips. I don’t waste another second. I lift my hips, wrap my hand around his cock and sink down on it. With every inch, my body shudders, and a deep gasp escapes from my lips. God, he fills me up so good. Everett’s fingers dig deeper into my hips, growling loudly.

Parting from the kiss, I hold onto the back of the sofa and get to work. I rock my hips back and forth, quickly. A loud cry erupts from my lips, and my head falls back.

“Yes, ride,” Everett moans, swatting my ass.

I circle my hips against him and watch closely. It always drives him crazy. His eyes close over, and his head falls back, cursing under his breath. I smirk, working them quicker, going from back and forth to gyrating.

“Aubrey, you need to stop, you are going to make me come too soon,” he begs.

I don’t stop. I continue. Everett doesn’t like that. What is the big deal if he comes first? Holding onto me, he tosses my back to the sofa and slams his cock back into me. Squealing, the sofa screeches below us. I wrap my legs tightly around him and scrape my nails down his back. It encourages him. He thrusts deep, hard, and rough, hitting all the right spots, cursing, and hissing loudly with every stroke.

“Oh God, yes,” I squeal, my nails digging deep, leaving my mark on him.

I am not the only one who has been desperate for this, craving it. With how Everett is fucking me, he is the same. I move my hips to meet mine, trying to keep up with him. I manage to find the perfect rhythm. It doesn’t take long for me to start tightening around him, my orgasm creeping up on me.

Everett slows down and rests his lips on my ear. “Ready to come so soon, sweetness. Have you been needing me that badly that your body can’t handle it?” he rasps, tracing his lips down my neck. He comes to a halt, keeping himself buried deep inside my pussy.

I moan, pleasure coursing through me, and my pussy pulses around him. “Yes, I have been, so please, finish me, Everett.” I please, wiggling my hips, trying to encourage him to move.

He presses his lips to mine and begins to move again. One hand slips between us, circling my clit, and it is enough to bring me over the edge. My orgasm dominates me. My eyes roll back, and my toes curl as I cling to him for dear life.

Everett slaps my thigh, “Come.” He demands, and I do. I flood his cock, drenching the sofa beneath us, squealing his name.

Heat radiates through me as I continue to come. Everett pins my hips to the sofa and aims for his end. One, two, three more deep thrusts, and his orgasm takes over. Soon, his warmth fills me up, panting my name as he empties. His climax is enough to cause a second wave to rush over me.

Riding through our highs together, we come to an end, clinging to one another, and our bodies stick together with the heat. Silence comes between us as we catch our breath.

Everett lifts his head to look down at me. He strokes the hair away from my sweaty face, smiling and kisses me softly. “Are you sure this isn’t what you came here for?” he smirks.

I roll my eyes, playfully slapping his arm. “Positive. I came here to yell at you, not fuck you.”

“If you say so,” he chuckles, drawing out of me.

He slowly sits up, lifting my legs to sit and lays them over his lap. I can’t move, not yet, I don’t have the energy.

“We will be finishing our conversation, Everett. We need to work some things out,” I say nervously, glancing over at him.

He sighs, running his fingers through his messy hair. “I know.”

I refuse to fall back into bad habits, not unless we set some rules or come up with some arrangement. I don’t know if I can only be his fuck buddy. We have a lot to talk about. What happened between us only moments ago is either the last time or the first of many more again.