Page 39 of Surrender

I tossed my phone and glasses onto the bed and leapt to my feet. Then I made myself pause for a moment to take a deep breath. I was full of nervous energy, because I really didn’t want to mess up like last time. But I needed to calm down, or I really was going to screw it up again.

I left my bedroom and made myself walk down the hall at a normal pace, instead of running like I wanted to. When I reached the living room, my breath caught.

Ever was seated in the center of the couch, wearing nothing but a towel around his hips and looking unbelievably sexy. He’d moved the coffee table aside, and he was sitting with his legs spread and his arms resting across the top of the sofa. I wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if he’d done it subconsciously, but by sitting like that, he took up as much space as possible and was absolutely commanding the room.

When he held out his arms to me and said, “Come here,” I hurried over and straddled his lap. He’d just showered. I could smell his citrus body wash on his skin, and his damp hair looked a little spiky.

He smiled at me, and then he slid his hand to the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I gave myself over to it entirely, letting it flood my senses. After a few moments, Ever kissed my neck before whispering in my ear, “Take your clothes off, baby.”

I pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it aside. Then I got up and took off my pajama pants, bending over to untangle them from my feet. When I straightened up, he ran his gaze down my body and murmured, “You’re so beautiful.”

He grasped my hips and pulled me closer. After he nuzzled my stomach, he ran his tongue up my shaft and started sucking my cock. A soft moan slipped from me, and I braced my handson his shoulders as I tried to steady myself. He wasverygood at that.

I needed to stay focused, though. I’d been wanting this second chance for a long time, so after a few moments I rasped, “Please let me suck you.”

Ever sat back and smiled at me. “Go right ahead.”

I dropped to my knees between his thighs and spread the towel open, revealing his thick, hard cock. All of a sudden, I was nervous. What if something went wrong again?

When I started sucking him, I was cautious and hesitant. He could tell I was holding back, so after a minute he cupped my cheek, and I let go of his cock. “I only said that bit about spanking you because I thought it might turn you on,” he said. “I didn’t mean to put pressure on you.”

I hung my head. “I’m putting pressure on myself. You won’t want to do this again if I find a way to mess up a simple blow job.”

He stretched out on the couch and patted the cushion in front of him. When I moved up to join him, he kissed me gently and said, “If something were to go wrong this time, then we’d just try again another night. And seriously, if I suggested anything that you’re uncomfortable with, please tell me. That was just an attempt at foreplay, not a list of demands.”

“I know, and it was hot. It’s just hard for me to get out of my head sometimes.”

“Do you want to call it a night and try again tomorrow?”

“No!” That came out a little too quickly. I added, “Can we just do this for a while and see what happens?”

“Of course.” Ever shifted a bit and draped his leg over both of mine. We were skin-to-skin for the first time, and it felt incredible. More than that, it soothed the touch-starved part of me, which I’d been ignoring for far too long.

When he kissed me, it was tender and unhurried. There was no destination we were trying to get to, nothing that needed to happen beyond this moment.

We took our time, savoring each other. My fingertips traced the lines of his body, and when we both started to get hard, he grasped his cock and mine in one hand and started jerking us off.

Even that started off more sensual than anything else, but as both of us started getting into it, he tightened his grip and began stroking us harder and faster. The sensation of his cock rubbing along my entire length at the same time was unlike anything I’d ever felt before.

As amazing as this was, I still wanted to suck him. I whispered my plan for a sixty-nine to Ever, and he smiled at me and planted a kiss on my lips before I tried to flip around. A laugh burst from me when I fell off the couch, landing with a thud on the area rug.

Ever chuckled and said, “Good thing I moved the coffee table,” as he joined me on the floor.

He licked my stomach and took my cock in his mouth, and it felt so damn good. He was on his knees and elbows, hovering over me, so I propped myself up slightly and started sucking him at the same time. We both really got into it, and it was so satisfying to see and hear him respond to what I was doing.

He came in a matter of minutes, my cock temporarily forgotten as he moaned and lightly thrust into my mouth. After I swallowed his load, I dropped back onto the area rug, and he sat up and leaned against the couch. When he said, “Come here, baby,” I shifted around and nestled against him.

“We’re not done,” he said, as he put his arm around my shoulders. “Not until you are.” He began stroking my hard-on, using my precome as lube, and I swore softly. “My plan was to edge you until you were begging for release, but we’ll savethat for another night.” I was glad about that, because this had already been a lot.

He brought me to the brink with his hand before finishing me off with his mouth. I cried out and threw my head back as I shot down his throat, grabbing onto him as we both rode out that intense orgasm. It left me shaky and exhausted, and I probably would have fallen asleep right there on the floor if Ever had let me.

Instead, he helped me to my feet and walked me down the hall to my bedroom with his arm around me. Then he tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead, and whispered, “Good night, baby.” I fell asleep maybe half a second later.

The next morning, I awoke to find Phil sharing my pillow with me. I scratched his ears and said, “I’m glad you don’t hold grudges,” before heading to the bathroom.

I was worried as I got ready for my day. What if things were awkward between Ever and me after last night? Was he going to treat me differently? Would he seem embarrassed? That would be so awful.

Once I was dressed in my workout clothes, I headed to the kitchen. As usual, Ever had gotten up before me. He wore nothing but a pair of tight, stretchy red shorts, and he was pouring a purple smoothie into a glass.

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