Page 5 of Christmas Cheer

So yeah, as much as I hate the thought, maybe I do want a quick fuck with Evan Allore in the locker room shower, just to tie up a loose end. But I don’t want him to see me give in so easily.

“Take a step, love,” Evan murmurs as he lowers the pouf to the juncture of my thighs.

“Why are you doing this?” I ask even as I grab his shoulder for balance.

The coarse mesh lightly grazes my labia. “Why wasn’t I different? Why couldn’t you just let me be special?”

I’m already exhausted by his ego, but it’s buffered by the delicate tease and the ripple of his muscles under my fingers. “Is it really so difficult for you to get that even if you are special, I’m still not going to be a rally girl for you or anyone else?”

His wrist twists just enough that although the pouf still tingles at my sensitive areas, the much more visceral side of his finger joins in. “Do you think I’m special?”

“You’re the top ranked safety in the country. You were a contender for the Heisman. Your jersey is the second most popular at the bookstoreas a safety. You know you’re special.”

“But am I special to you?”

My brain hiccups as the crux of his knuckle grips my clit. His languid strokes narrow down to a focused tug. “AmIspecial to you?” I counter when I balance myself again. “How many of your rally girls have you had sex with?”

“Three,” he says immediately, no hesitation.

My thighs tighten around him, my body fighting my urge to flee because Idon’twant to be just another notch in his bedpost — or worse, a spite fuck for something as stupid as not wanting to be a rally girl.

He groans softly in my ear but then adds, “Well, five, but the other two don’t count. Ah, ah, ah, stay with me.”

The pouf is forgotten as he slides that finger back to hook inside me to keep me in place as that little line has me trying more firmly to back off. He’s a pig. “Don’t count? You’re absolutely disgusting, Allore. They’re human beings, and you’re a bigger slut than any of them are.”

In an act of brutal strength that defies physics and has my body bucking on him, he lifts me up off my feet by that single hand. He balances me by tipping me onto his shoulder to carry me the five steps and pin me to the cold tile wall.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasp as my spine arches at the shock of cold, which has me writhing on his fingers.

He curls a second finger inside me, scraping at the sensitive patch within as he uses his thumb on my clit. “That’s it, Hughes. Come on my fingers, okay?”

“Who the fuck were the other two?” I snap back despite writhing on those fingers as my body ignites. I again try to push him away, but he’s a solid mass of muscle and sinew. I would have as much luck pushing at the wall.

“Oh my God. It was Dani, who was my girlfriend at the time so it’s not like she should count, and Mads wasn’t my rally girl when I fucked her and you hated her anyway so why should you care? Now shut up and fuck my fingers.”

“I didn’t hate Mads,” I protest, but no matter how much I try to keep myself together because I really do need to know what he thinks this is, I’m falling apart. I dig my nails into his chest and bicep, leaving half-moon imprints all over him as I rock against that wall. I’m at the edge, on that dangerous precipice where I’m at risk of begging him for more.

I can’t do that.

I can’t beg Evan Allore to fuck me.

I look down at his cock. Dammit, I want that. I want to wrap my hand around it to see if it’s really as thick as it looks, to figure out if it will even fit in me because my god, it is massive.

“Eyes on mine for now,” Evan murmurs with a playful twist in his lips. “I want you to know exactly who’s making you come.”

But matching that soft blue just reminds me of exactly who he is. “Five?” I whimper. “You fucked five of your rally girls, and you wonder why I didn’t want anything to do with that?”

“And I would have only fucked one if it had been you!”

His body crushes down onto mine.

I orgasm as his lips take mine in a furious, bruising kiss. He doesn’t let up, no matter how much I shake and moan, biting his bottom lip as I lose control. He continues curling his fingers, not giving me a single moment to simply savor my orgasmic high, driving me up and up. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, refusing to let me even make a complaint. I can do nothing except shatter within his arms.

When he tears his mouth away from mine, it’s to say, more gently, “I only ever wanted them to be you.”

Chapter 3

Evan

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