Page 71 of No One Else

“I’m in a bed with you. Of course I’m ready.”

I lean back slightly until he comes into focus. “I don’t have any condoms.” Damn my past self for not getting any, but I didn’t think we’d have the opportunity yet.

“I don’t either,” he says, brushing a few wisps of hair out of my face. “But I know what I want to do with you.”

“Mmm, tell me more,” I smile seductively.

“How about I show you?” He lifts my torso up to peel off my top, raising one eyebrow as he toys with the clasp of my bra. I nod my head in ayes please, get on with it alreadymotion, sighing as he takes it off me, his big hands spanning my ribcage before he brings them up to my breasts, the heat of his strong fingers making my nipples pucker.

My head falls back in bliss as he cups them, massaging me, his eyes locked on my chest. He lowers me down as he lifts up, his tongue sweeping across a sensitive bud. I buck against him in surprise and relief, immediately wanting him to do it again.

“You like that?” he murmurs, bringing his hand up to cup my other breast, licking me there as he looks up at me. The sight of his tongue lapping at me, his eyes heavy-lidded and filled with lust is nearly my undoing.

I grind against him, moaning, “Yes.”

“You like it when I suck on your tits? The way you asked me to?” I squirm against him, arousal flooding through me at the reminder of us writing that naughty stuff to each other in the library.

“It’s better than I imagined,” I breathe, practically pushing my chest in his face now, frenzied in my need to fulfill the craving that’s building deep inside.

Just when I can’t take it anymore, he tears his mouth away, chest heaving. “I want to keep licking you.” His hands move down my stomach to the juncture of my thighs, rubbing against that aching spot with the pad of his thumb. “Right here.”

Yes, yes, yes. I sit up, whipping off my leggings and underwear. He grabs me, setting me on top of him again, scooting me forward so I’m straddling his face as he lays flat on my bed.

He strokes his thumbs up along the insides of my thighs and higher until he parts me wide, his tongue giving my pussy one long lick, making me quiver. He does it again, delving deeper this time, and I have to grasp the headboard to keep upright.

“Oh, fuck, you taste good,” he rumbles, everything inside me clenching at his words, desire spinning out of control. His hands move around to grab my ass, pressing me closer against him, his tongue buried in me. God, that feels amazing.

I whimper, not knowing how much more I can withstand as he continues to lick me, suck me, drive me wild, desperately needing more from him.

“You close for me, baby?”

I make a sound of assent, words beyond me at this point.

“I wanna feel you come on my tongue,” he says, briefly stopping his ministrations. “You ready to come for me?”

I moan in encouragement, so far gone as his tongue flicks rapidly over my clit, sending me over the edge. I grip the headboard, bracing myself against it as waves of euphoria wash over me, lifting me high, his hands completely supporting me as I go boneless.

I scoot further back on him when I can finally muster the energy, observing his disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and cocky grin. The man fully earned the right to that look, his skill with that tongue one I plan to exploit again as soon as I can.

I lean over to check the time on the alarm clock, startling when I realize we only have one minute left. “Where are my clothes?” I search around me, everything a blur, my brain slow to catch up when my body is still in a relaxed state of bliss.

“Here,” Evan smiles, picking me up and setting me further down on him so he can sit up.

I stare at him wide-eyed as he reaches on the bed for my bra. He literally just picked me completely up from a lying down position. It keeps catching me off guard how strong he is.

I hastily put my bra on when he hands it to me, lifting my leg off him to stand up, and find my shirt, tugging it on. He gets off the bed too, holding my panties out for me to step into, leisurely sliding them up my legs, and presses kisses up the inside of my thigh. He gives one last kiss directly over my core, leaving me shuddering, gripping onto his shoulders for support as the still hypersensitive area spasms in remembered pleasure.

The door is unlocking just as he’s slipping my leggings on, standing and smoothing my shirt down as Morgan enters the room, her red hair wet around her shoulders.

I give him a lazy kiss, tasting what must be myself on his lips, the idea so sensual it makes me want to press in further, continue our exploration of each other, this time on his body.

“Thanks for a fantastic fifteen minutes,” I whisper against his mouth. “I wish we had time to take care of you too.” I let my hand drift down to cup him, still hard, his big body hiding my hand from view of Morgan, who’s setting her shower caddy back down on her desk now.

“Don’t worry about me,” he replies, brushing my probably wild hair away from my face. “Taking care of you is all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

My body melts further into him, completely turned on again, and I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him down for a hot kiss.

“Natalie!” Morgan says in a reprimanding tone. “I live here too.” Crap, I somehow entirely forgot about her in the one point five seconds she was out of sight.

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