Page 59 of Whiskey and Regret
“Xari...”
“What? You thought I was playing? I need to calm down.”
“I don’t have any weed.”
“Right. I forgot who I was talking to for a minute. You think Evander can get some?” I rubbed my hand down the length of my dress repeatedly.
“Probably not since he’s a senator.” Navy had gone from sounding proud and excited to her usual frustrated and annoyed self. I liked to think I brought out the best in her.
“I’ll ask him.”
“Please don’t,” she begged.
“Why not? He’s a senator. He can probably get a fucking charcuterie board of drugs, Navy.”
“I’ll be there in a little while, Xari. Oh, before I go…have you talked to your parents? I thought you were going to call them once you were officially hired.”
“Fuck. I forgot. I was…um…caught up last night.” I stopped pacing long enough to take a deep breath. I was freaking the hell out and I needed to calm my nerves.
“Well, call them and tell them the good news. They think you’re avoiding them. They also think I’m taking care of you so yeah…let them know you’re trying to pull your head out of your ass.”
“Will do. See you in a little while.” I ended the call and shook my nervous hands out again. Was it too early for a drink? I craved the warm taste of the whiskey Evander loved so much. I walked into the kitchen and jumped out of my skin when I saw him looking in the fridge.
“Jesus!” I gasped, slapping a palm to my chest. Once I was done being terrified, I raked my eyes over him. He was wearing a perfectly tailored navy blue suit with a nickel gray tie that had an impeccable dimple in the center.
“Sorry,” he chuckled. “Didn’t mean to scare you.” He walked over to me and placed his hand on the small of my back. He was being gentle. It was a total 180 from the way he was last night. “You look sexy as fuck in this dress,” he slid his hand up my thigh and I shuddered. His warm, rough hands against my smooth legs made me slick with wetness.
“No panties?” His voice dropped an octave and took on the timbre of cigar smoke. Rough. Hazy. Sexy as fuck.
“I wanted to give you easy access to my pussy but it looks like you’re getting ready to go.” I wet my lips and Evander locked on to my tongue.
“Did you think I wouldn’t build in time to fuck my pussy before I left?”
“Yourpussy? I was born with it so I’m pretty sure that makes it…” Before I could finish my comeback, he curled his long fingers around the back of my neck and pulled me in for a long, deep kiss.
It was charged and barbed with lightning.
“I said it’s mine. Understand?” His fingers slid down to my neck. His thumb pressed against my pulse point. “While we’re fucking, you don’t fuck anyone else. This pussy is mine to suck, fuck, and tease. All of your holes belong to me until further notice, Miss Lucas.” He pressed his thumb against my pulse harder. I swallowed reflexively but still didn’t answer him. “You keep fighting me.” He clicked his tongue slowly in a disapproving way that made me want to agree with whatever he said. The other part of me wanted to see what my punishment would be.
“You like it,” I said, shocked by the soft sound of my voice.
“Only when it comes to you.”
Without another word, Evander dropped to one knee in a single swift motion. He lifted my leg onto his shoulder and his head disappeared beneath my dress. “What are you doing?” A small laugh left my lips.
“I was going to have a cup of coffee but I think I’ll taste your pussy first.” He kissed the wetness glazing my thighs. His neat, trimmed facial hair brushed against my skin, making me squirm. His tongue slid along my lips achingly slow before he opened me up.
He was gentle when he sucked my clit into his mouth. It sent goosebumps skittering across my skin. I needed more. I was greedy and hungry when it came to him. I rolled my hips and he growled, pressing his teeth against my bundle of nerves.
A high-pitched squeak cracked through the air. My body jerked and I gripped his head. “You stand still and let me drive this boat. Got it, Miss Lucas?”
“Yes, Evander.”
“Good girl.” He went back to slowly suckling my clit and I tried not to pass out from restraining myself. His languid tongue strokes picked up the pace and his lips worked like magic gripping and sucking on me until I was at the precipice of a monumental orgasm.
Then he pulled away.
He came from under my dress with a wet face. My pussy covered his lips and chin and even a glistening spot on the tip of his nose. It was the sexiest shit I’d ever seen in my life. I wanted to kiss my flavor from his lips but I also wanted to punch him in his fucking jaw for not letting me grasp the orgasm I was so close to.
