Chapter 18: Overwhelmed

Thane Drogos Watching Evie break apart under my hands was the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. Laying flat in my bed, jaw slack, eyes widened with wonder. Her chest rose and fell rapidly like she needed to catch her breath. I sat back on my knees, watching her come down from her high. The bed appeared damp with the rush of her orgasm. The taste of it against my lips. I wanted to taste her again, lick up all traces of her climax until she cried out again. I wanted to make her come repeatedly until morning. A spike of possessiveness warmed my blood. I wanted every sexual experience with any other man to pale in comparison to how I played her body with my hands. I wanted to do it again. The sight of her absolutely intoxicating. My pants tightened, my cock wanting to come out and play. Dip within her and get a taste of how tightly she milked my fingers. Watch her moan and writhe. Take me like the good girl I know she is. Beneath her bratty exterior hid a woman who wanted to be praised. A pulse of pleasure shot down my spine, tightening my abdomen when I remembered how her eyelids fluttered after the praise. My heart pounded against my chest, eating up how Evelyn stretched out across my bed. Completely silent. Big doe eyes filled with wonderment. "Are you alright, sweetheart?" I asked tentatively. She blinked sleepily like her eyelids felt too heavy. "Yeah… I'm okay." Evie's voice reflected breathlessness. Her pupils were blown to hell with bliss. What I wouldn't do to have her like that every day. God, such a sight. She rolled over onto her belly, getting up onto her knees. She tilted her head to the side, cheeks flushed. "What about you?" she asked. My cock throbbed, feeling heavy in my pants. "What about me?" Her eyes flicked down to my dick, bulging in my pants. "That can't be comfortable," she said, a slight teasing look on her face. She pulled her lower lip between her teeth and I was bombarded with the image of my cock in her mouth. Her pink tongue sliding down the vein throbbing on the underside. I tore my gaze from her. "I'm fine. You don't have to do anything for me. This was about you." "If it's about me, then why shouldn't I experience what a man's cock feels like?" she asked, the gleam in her eyes devious. My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry as I tried to think of a good reason why she shouldn't touch me. My cock jumped, the length somehow growing impossibly harder. "What? Forgot how to speak?" My voice caught my throat when Evelyn threw her arms around my neck, tackling me backward onto the bed, thighs on either side of mine. She sat on my lap, a shudder running up her spine. She rotated her hips, and I could feel her heat separated by only the fabric of my pants. "That feels good," she murmured, a gasp on her lips as she rocked her hips back and forth. I groaned, my arms feeling heavy. "Fuck." I grasped her hips in my hands and dragged her against my cock. She cried out, the friction of her heavenly. Then all at once, she stopped, showing greater restraint than me. But one of us has already orgasmed tonight. She pushed herself off my lap, eyes dark with desire. She licked her lips. "Take it out," she moaned. "I want to know how your cock tastes." Fuck me. How could I possibly say no? I slid off the bed to stand. Unbuckling my pants. Evie followed me off the bed, her dainty hands stopping mine. "Let me. I want to. Please." Please? Kill me now. Evie slid my pants down my thighs, slowly getting to her knees in front of me. My cock sprang out, nearly smacking her in the face. She reared back, eyebrows coming together when she realized how large it was. Her tongue swiped out to lick her bottom lip. The unabashed hunger in her eyes elicited a groan from my chest, arousal beading at the crown of my thick length. "Oh… wow," she whispered. "Sit on the bed, please. You're really tall." A whine got stuck in my throat at the request. Please. I didn't think such a simple word could run through my veins so hotly, but with her sweet-sounding voice, it would make me come undone. She wouldn't even have to touch me at all. How pathetic was that? I obeyed, sitting down, legs spread wide for her to get a good look at my cock standing to attention. More specifically, for her attention. She crawled between my legs. Her eyes wide and curious, but also nervous. Unsure. She still wore her shirt, covering herself, but the loose material flowed over her breasts, revealing a smattering of freckles between them. I wanted to slide my cock between her breasts. Fuck them until I came all over her pretty face. I'd love to know what she would look like covered in my spunk. So fucking sexy. "Tell me what to do," she murmured shyly, batting those eyelashes. I had to stifle a groan at her request. My pleasure. "Touch me, Evie, get a feel for me in your hands." She nodded, one of her dainty hands finally touching me. I ground my teeth together, pleasure flickering down my length. "Like this?" "Both hands, sweetheart. Grip me firmly. You won't break me," I said, moaning low in my throat as both of her hands cupped me firmly. "Good girl. Glide your hands up and down. Explore me, baby." Slowly, she stroked me up and down. My eyes rolled back for a moment. "How's this?" "You're doing great," I answered stiffly, feeling the vein in my neck throbbing to the beat of my pounding heart. "It sounds like it hurts," she commented. "Oh, it does," I said with a short laugh. "Move your hands faster." She obeyed, wide eyes watching me intensely as she stroked me faster, applying pressure. More liquid beaded at the tip of my cock, as I groaned, enjoying the sweet torture of her hands. "When can I taste you?" "Whenever you want to." Evie tilted her head to the side and stopped stroking, leaning in for an exploratory lick. Her tongue swiped the arousal from the crown of my cock. It looked every bit like my filthiest fantasies. "Fuck." In response to my groan, she made a noise in her throat, licking at me faster. She hummed like she enjoyed the taste, and her sounds almost took me over the edge. Hesitantly, she took the blunt tip of my cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue along the tip. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and then she moved her hands, pumping me in time with her mouth. A sharp whine left my throat with every motion of her tongue, my head tipped back. My hands, waiting dutifully by my sides, came up to fist her hair. I couldn't help it, rocking her mouth back and forth off my cock, enjoying how the soft wetness of her mouth tightened around me. I pulled her hair, my motions getting more ravenous. She yelped, gagging on me. I veered back, the sound breaking through the haze of lust settling over me. "I'm sorry," I grunted, loosening my grip on her hair. One of her hands left my cock to direct me to pull her hair again. Oh, holy fucking hell. I followed her direction, pulling her hair and dragging her mouth up and down my cock. Her cheeks flushed, lips cherry red from how I used them. Tears welled in her eyes, but they weren't from pain. She was enjoying this as much as I was. Sucking my cock sent Evie into a state of euphoria. My body tightened, my hips plowing faster and harder. "I'm going to… oh fuck, I'm going to come, sweetheart." She moaned around my length, choking on a noise that sounded like a sob, her entire body winding tight with mine. But I didn't want to come in her mouth. "Can I come on your face, baby?" I asked through my teeth, on the edge of ecstasy. I clenched my jaw, determined to prolong my orgasm until she permitted me. Evie nodded, gagging again as I swelled even further in her mouth. I gripped her hair, pulling her back. As soon as my eyes locked onto hers, the glassy, far-away look of satisfaction, I burst. "Oh, fuck, Evie." A heady groan left my lips as I stroked myself a few times, coming all over Evelyn's face. White hot pleasure coming to a head within my body. My chest rose and fell rapidly, body going completely slack as I fell back onto the bed behind me. I looked down toward my feet, where Evelyn hadn't moved from. Milky white fluid clung to her cheeks, her eyelashes. The sight erotic as hell. I sat up, holding my hand out to her. "Get on the bed, sweetheart. I'll clean you up." She nodded. Accepting my hand and sitting on my bed. I tugged my pants back on, ignoring how my muscles felt like jelly as I gathered some water and a fresh rag. When I returned, Evelyn hadn't moved from her spot. I sat next to her, gently turning her face so I could get a good look at her in the light. She was unusually quiet, lips red and puffy. Her eyes glassy and confused. I wet the rag and wiped the remnants of my orgasm from her face. "Do you want to talk about what just happened?" I asked softly, continuing my work cleaning her face. Suddenly, tears streamed from her eyes, down her cheeks. "I… just… I never…" she tried to say. "I know," I said, using the dry side of the rag to dab her tears. The emotional response didn't surprise me. "What just happened was intense. It's okay to get overwhelmed by that." The tears only fell faster. "Do you want me to leave?" I asked, trying to be as accommodating as possible. Evie just had her world completely turned upside down and inside out. She might need some time to process. "No. I don't," she replied, using the back of her hand to wipe her nose. "I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. Is it like that for you?" Not before tonight. My chest tightened, the reality of what happened between us finally setting in. I cleared my throat. "No, but you aren't my first, Evelyn." She nodded. "Did it feel overwhelming with your first?" "No. I was sixteen, underneath a pier at low tide with a girl I had known for all of five minutes," I admitted. "And I wish I lasted another five minutes." Finally, the somber expression on Evelyn's face cracked, and she giggled. "That's embarrassing." I returned her giggle with a grin. "Tell me about it." "Was it good for you?" she asked, her eyes fluttering shyly. She tucked one of her ringlets behind her ear. I wet the rag again, stroking it across her prominent collarbone. I really did come all over her. "Yes, it was." "You didn't finish in my mouth… I wanted you to." What the hell was I supposed to say? I gulped down a lump forming in my throat. "Are you sure you've never sucked a cock before?" I watched a pinky hue climb to her cheeks again. "Yes… why?" "You could have fooled me, sweetheart." She averted her eyes from me. "I didn't think I'd like it as much as I did." She cleared her throat as if she felt embarrassed by her admission. "But you, you must eat women out for a living." I laughed, placing the rag on the nightstand. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. If I was going to give you an orgasm, I would be damn sure it was the best fucking orgasm of your life." Evelyn's cheeks flushed, but she giggled, "Don't be so sure of yourself. I can do a pretty good job by myself." "If you didn't suck my soul out of my body a few minutes ago, then I would be happy to take that as a challenge, but you did. And I'm exhausted," I teased, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. The praise made her beam with pride, a dopey grin plastered on her face. The soft look in her eyes. I wanted to kiss her again. Press a soft kiss on her lips and lay in bed with her. It felt too intimate. It was supposed to be two people getting each other off, but it became much more complicated than self-gratification. I drew away from her. I couldn't get caught up in Evelyn's loveliness. And she seemed even lovelier in the soft yellow light of the lantern, the post-orgasm flush of her cheeks, and the satisfied, sleepy gleam in her eyes. And I thought that was impossible. "Let me get some new sheets. We ruined these," I said, standing up. Evelyn slid on her underwear, taking a seat on my couch while I changed the sheets. "Evie," I called down the stairs. No answer. "Hey, Evie, the bed is… ready," My sentence teetered off as I saw Evie asleep on the couch. Legs dangling off the armrest. Her breath wheezed softly. I scooped her up in my arms, carrying her to bed. She hardly moved when I laid her against the clean furs and pillows. Evelyn stretched her arms out, rolling over and flopping like a starfish across the bed. I couldn't help but smile, my chest tightening with this delightful warm sensation. Then I was struck with a realization. I really liked Evie. Fuck. I really liked Evie.