Evelyn wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest. The microfiber dress was a thin veil between them. With no bra on, she thought it was almost as good as being topless. Her nipples tightened painfully against him.
Brandon made his way through the thick darkness as if he could see where he was going. She couldn’t see inches in front of her face, yet he made his way around a corner and into what she assumed was the bedroom with ease.
Light washed over the room, blinding her long enough to miss seeing where she was being laid. Evelyn knew it was a bed, but she would have liked to have seen it. There was no time to glimpse anything besides the ceiling before his weight settled over her.
All thoughts vanished the moment his lips touched hers, and she could feel the bulge through his jeans press against her pussy. Wanting him closer, she wrapped her legs around his waist.
When Evelyn broke their kiss, golden eyes stared into hers. Thoughts exploded into Evelyn’s mind. What was she
doing
? Hadn’t she repeatedly rejected this guy? Her head swirled. Was it still the alcohol? She had felt fine in the car. The memories flooded back. Bet, right, that’s what she was doing. Fingers brushed across her face and drew her eyes to him.
“Evelyn, stop thinking so much and kiss me.”
Pushing away the doubts, she ran her tongue against his lips and felt him shudder. The ragged breath coming from above caressed her face, filled her lungs with his sweetness.
“You’re very good at seducing men, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I’m usually not so good with taking orders. But for you, tonight I’ll make an exception.”
He pulled off his clothes, revealing a perfect, sculptured body. All Evelyn could do was stare at every inch of him, from his muscular chest, to his perfect abs, to his thick cock, which was hard and ready for her. Her pussy tightened just thinking about him entering her. She took off her dress as fast as she could, ripping it in the process.
Brandon didn’t waste any time. At his weight lying against her, she noticed that his body seemed even cooler than before. Maybe she was just really hot. Was she getting sick?
“So, you’ll do anything I tell you to?” he asked.
Brandon kissed her deeply, nearly bruising her lips. Evelyn nodded her head yes, not wanting to break away from him. He tasted so good. With the tip of her teeth, she bit the bottom of his lip and sucked it into her mouth. A groan shook her chest that vibrated all the way to the core of her stomach, making her clit pulse.
The weight of Brandon’s cock came to rest on her lower stomach. She moaned at the hardness that she couldn’t wait to feel sliding inside of her.
Chapter 7
Brandon broke his lips away from Evelyn’s and looked down at her. Something in his conscience told him not to do what he was about to do. Warmth began to form around the edges of his cold heart. The greenness of her eyes held so much pain and passion that he wasn’t sure which one was making him react the way he was. She was a job, nothing more.
“Evelyn, tell me you want me to make love to you,” he said, watching the reactions in her face.
She looked repulsed. “No, I want you to fuck me, not make love to me.”
“But you’re supposed to be playing the submissive, remember?” he said, gently laughing.
Evelyn rolled her eyes, making him laugh again. Something in Brandon’s chest fluttered. At the new sensation, he wanted to curse. This wasn’t good. He knew deep down he should stop with the love nonsense, but just thinking about fucking her without passion didn’t sit well with him.
“Tell me. Whisper for me to make love to you the way no man ever has. Let me do this for you, Evelyn. I have to do this.” Brandon wedged his fingers between their bodies and rubbed the outside of her wet folds. “Tell me how much you want me. Please, let me hear you say it.” He slid a finger deep inside Evelyn’s tight entrance.
* * * *
Evelyn moaned, staring into the golden depths of Brandon’s eyes. Everything began to swim. Just looking into his eyes, she could feel herself get sucked into them. His words were enough to make her run, but his eyes kept her rooted to the bed. Just looking into them had her wanting to say the words, had her wanting to beg him to be careful and tender. The words “making love” meant a lot to Evelyn, and it was something she hadn’t experienced since Stephen. Shaking her head, she tried to break away from his hypnotic gaze, but her eyes kept coming back to his.
“Tell me, Evelyn. You know you want to feel that again. Let me give it to you. All you have to do is ask.”
Suddenly, she felt the pull of his eyes give way, and she was able to look away and think by herself. Did she want that? Isn’t that what Julie had been talking about earlier? If she gave in, would everything get easier?
“Make love to me, Brandon. Show me what passion and pleasure are supposed to feel like.”
The words poured from her mouth, and within them, something left her body. Evelyn all of a sudden felt lighter. Brandon looked down at her amazed.
“Wow, that was easier than I thought. I was expecting you to give me a hard time. Well, if you insist, I would love to,” he said, smiling.
She watched him lower his face down to her and kiss her slowly. With his smooth, wet tongue, he explored, and he nibbled on her lips while both of his hands cradled her face. Evelyn was swept away at the sensations bursting through her. She had made it a rule not to kiss, to numb herself in case she ever was, but she wasn’t immune to this.
Brandon’s ragged breath brushed against her as he rested his forehead against hers. “Damn,” he said, engulfing her in his sweet breath.
She closed her eyes at the smell, taking it all in. What he was trying to accomplish by “making love” to her, Evelyn wasn’t sure. But he obviously had issues himself, and although this was something he had started, she was going to make sure he finished it.
Gently, Evelyn copied his actions and, cradling his face, brought his lips back down to hers. This time, he wasn’t gentle. Brandon attacked her mouth with such built-up passion that she let go of his face, wrapped her arms around his neck, and drew him closer.
“Why is it you affect me like this?” Brandon said against her lips.
The bed shifted as he moved down. He sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, lightly biting and pulling it toward him. A cry escaped Evelyn’s throat and she couldn’t stop her fingers from sinking into his hair, bringing him closer against her breast. Suction drew her deeper into his mouth until she thought she would scream.
Their nude bodies sliding against each other was electrifying. Every pore on Evelyn tingled with awareness. Fucking was one thing. Yes, you had foreplay, but not like this. He was intentionally making sure that she enjoyed everything he was doing.
Brandon moved his lips down, searing a path of fire between her ribs until he reached her lower stomach. Evelyn wiggled and moaned under his nibbling. His hands spread her thighs wide to make room for him to position his lips over her folds.
The first lick to her clit made her jump. She was so sensitive that the pleasure was almost painful. He used the wetness of his tongue to trace her, separating her, easing her apart to gain him entrance.
Feeling impatient, Evelyn twisted to look down at him. All she could see was dark hair haloed against his pale face. His golden eyes penetrated hers while he tortured her by sliding his lips back over her clit. The moment he sucked her into his mouth, Evelyn’s upper body came off the bed.
“Fuck…please, you have to fuck me.”
His head shook no, which caused his mouth to tug her pussy back and forth against the suction. Evelyn collapsed onto the bed, moaning. She had forgotten they were “making love.”
Riiiight.
She cut off her thoughts before they took over. This was a game. She would have to remember that. It was her personal bet, nothing more. Yes, she was going to be intimate, but that was it, nothing more. Feelings would not be established here tonight. She’d make sure of that.
* * * *
Brandon began to plunge his tongue deeply inside of her. The taste was enough to keep him intoxicated. She tasted so pure, so sweet that he couldn’t get enough. Possessiveness prodded at him while he tried to push the emotion away. He wasn’t possessive about anyone. If he was going to do his job, he couldn’t very well fall for her, too. Taylor had made her out to be cold, and cruel. Although he could see where Taylor might think that, he wasn’t so sure that was the real her.
Evelyn’s hips arched to take in more. While he continued to thrust with his tongue, he added two fingers, licking her juices off while he teased them into her. The orgasm sent spasms over her limbs and left her gasping for air as tremors shook her.
Brandon stood and opened his bedside drawer. Heavy-lidded eyes stared over at him, widening as they took in his body. Damn, that look was going to haunt his dreams. What the hell had he gotten himself into?
* * * *
Evelyn noticed how close his cock was. Still lightheaded from her orgasm, she lifted her head and rested it in his lap. Captivated, she took his thick cock in her hand. Placing her lips around the thick tip, she traced her tongue around his width in circles. Peppermint mixed with his salty pre-come enveloped her. Did he bath in this stuff? She didn’t care. She wanted to drown in it, to take in as much as she possibly could.
Brandon groaned above her, stroking her hair while she plunged more of his length deeper inside of her mouth.
“Evelyn,” he whispered.
Faster, she stroked his cock, with her hand meeting her mouth. Nothing was going to put an end to what she was doing. Submissive or not, he wasn’t going to stop her from tasting him.
Evelyn’s mind went frantic with thoughts of him trying to prevent her. She didn’t ever want to stop. Something possessed her and drove her forward. Using her hand, she stroked faster and took him in deeper. He was so close. She could taste it, could feel him growing thicker under her palm.
“Evelyn, you have to stop,” he said, his voice stressed.
Brandon tried pulling back, but she sucked harder, impossibly taking in more.
“Evelyn, I’m serious, you have to stop now, or else…”
She cradled his sac, pushing up a fraction yet massaging it at the same time. Fingers gripped tighter in her hair, and then she felt it. Brandon shuddered, and she knew it was time. Something loud snapped the moment his come poured into her mouth. She took her time to swallow, letting herself memorize and bask in this exact flavor.
“Holy shit. You didn’t stop…”
Evelyn looked up at him. Tense, he still had his fingers wrapped in her hair. His other hand was on the nightstand, a now-broken nightstand. Evelyn’s jaw dropped.
“How did you do that?” she asked, bewildered. Something wasn’t right with him. His eyes were a lighter gold, almost yellow, and with the wood snapping, plus his knowing everything earlier with the smells, something wasn’t adding up. The uncertainty teased her thoughts before she could push them away.
“What do you mean?” he asked.
Brandon looked confused, like he truly didn’t know what she was talking about. Her eyes traveled to the nightstand again and then back to his eyes. Taking in her gaze, he followed it to the table. He looked at her just as shocked as she felt. It was as though he didn’t recall snapping the wood into pieces.
“I think I should go.” Evelyn heard the cautiousness in her voice. A very large part of her didn’t want to know what was going on. She just wanted to escape back to her apartment.
“No, don’t go, please. Give me one night. That’s all I ask, please.”
He got quiet for a few seconds while she studied his face. The pull of his eyes had her shaking her head back and forth. It diminished within seconds. Should she do this? Would one night be okay? Surely she was overreacting about these stupid fears. He was strong, so what.