Page 76 of Tips and Trysts

He rears back and plunges into me, keeping me pinned against the tree trunk. His left-hand slides from my hip and presses against my clit. The added friction is indescribable—and I’m getting close.

And he’s gone to it, head bowed, entirely dialed into railing me. “I waited seven months for this goddamn pussy, and it was worth every—”Thrust. “Fucking.”Thrust. “Second.”

The pleasure is the feeling of freefall. Everett is a cyclone, and I’m caught up in him, sheltering in the eye of the storm. And yet I’m drawn to the edges—to the catastrophic danger outside of my comfort zone. He doesn’t sweep me up; I spiral willingly, taking more, taking everything he can give me. My limbs begin to tingle, pleasure mounting from every nerve ending and every rain-soaked surface of my skin.

I cry out, coming so unexpectedly that I fist Everett’s hair in a brutal grip. But he keeps pumping through my climax, faster and rougher, like he knows I can do two.

And I do.

I come again, and it’s headier this time—less sudden and more intense. My body is alive, and pleasure courses while hundreds of raindrops heighten the sensation. I’m reciting hisname, I’m babbling, I’m absolutely beside myself—and I’m uncharacteristically content to disintegrate in another person’s arms.

Everett is still going, lips pressed against my neck, teeth scraping my skin. His sculpted muscles flex, clutching my spent body against him.

I want him to come. I want him to finish inside me and to leave his cum there.

“Keep going,” I urge him. “Fuck it into my tight hole. Fill me with your cum.”

“God, princess.”

“I want all of it,” I insist, gripping his jaw with clawed fingers. “Every drop is mine. Do you understand me?”

“Every piece of you ismine,” he grits coarsely, before thrusting into me one last time with a groan. I gasp. The heat of his cum immediately tingles inside me, spurt after spurt of it, filling me as deep as he can get it.

And then there’s no comedown. My body stays alert and needy, sensitive as he layers a kiss on my shoulder—a doting kiss…a kiss to soothe the mark he bit onto me when he came.

I whimper again as the sting of pain rises, burning and satisfying and new. He bit me. Hebit me.

He bit me and I fucking loved it.

When Everett pulls back, his gaze is full of heat.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

Everett smiles, and I swear I’ve never seen this guy before. He’s soaking wet and his hair is darker, plastered to his forehead. His eyes aren’t evergreen but emerald and black around his big, seeking pupils.

“You’re everything I’ve always wanted,” he murmurs.

“Same,” I answer, realizing it as I say it aloud.Same.

He grins. “I’m going to make you so fucking happy.” And right when I think he’s done, when I think he can’t possibly realizeany more of my fantasies, he raises his chin and orders, “Spit,” before parting his lips and holding them open for me.

I tug his wet hair, rearing his head back before I purse my lips and spit directly into his mouth. It remains on his pink tongue until I press the heel of my palm against his chin. His lips clamp shut, and he swallows with a gulp.

And there, staring into Everett’s eyes and watching him slowly drift back to Earth, I’ve never felt closer to the cosmos in my life.

“I’m going to like being your secret, Everett,” I whisper before rubbing my thumb on his cheek, letting him know he didsucha good job tonight.

***

The drive back is quiet—and drippy. At the Halcyon, Everett parks in the garage, sparing me the indignity of wandering through the lobby looking like I got fucked by a hurricane. I don’t want to leave him though.

“Come to me tomorrow.”

He squeezes my hand. “I have a donor breakfast at eight, a few hundred thank you cards to write, and a dinner, but I can come by afterwards.”

“Won’t work. I’m streaming, but I can spend the night at your place, assuming the reporters are gone.”

Everett’s expression sinks. “I have another donor breakfast at seven,” he replies, letting out a slow exhale. He drums his fingers on the wheel. “I’ll cancel.”

---