Page 56 of Under My Skin
Molten need pools in the base of my belly for the second time tonight, and even when my panties have dropped to my ankles and Everett helps me step out of them, he never takes his eyes off me, and he never stops kissing my sensitive skin. Everything about tonight has my senses heightened, but the way he’s looking at me could probably tip me over the edge on its own. There’s something about having Everett Meyers on his knees, quite literally worshiping my naked body, that makes me throb for him deep in my core.
Finally, he presses a single kiss to my center, and my breath catches. With one slow brush of his tongue, he parts me, and my legs threaten to shake already. Even though he never takes hismouth off me, I can still make out the faint smile from my reaction. He’s loving this. He’s loving?—
Oh my god.
His tongue dominates my wet heat with a slow, deep drag. Then he sucks on my clit while still giving it tiny pulses with his tongue, and I think my vision spots. Is it possible to black out from pleasure?
“Everett,” I plead, and to my surprise he gets to his feet. Pulling the front of his pants open, he reaches for his cock, and my mouth goes dry. My eyes are fixed on his hard length, only torn away when he tears open the condom wrapper and rolls it on.
“Hold onto me,” he commands, and I wrap my arms around his neck. He hoists me up, splaying his hands against the wall. He balances me like it’s effortless to him, like I weigh nothing at all.
He kisses me hungrily, and if I wasn’t already dripping for him, the feeling of his flared head against my clit has me aching to be filled.
After a few dizzying kisses, he pulls back and looks down so he can line up to my opening. Even with the best orgasm of my life and his tongue to get me ready, my breath halts as he starts to push into me and my walls are forced to stretch around him. My nails dig into the back of his neck until he’s fully rooted deep inside me, and the minor discomfort turns into a delicious fullness I’ve never felt. Just clenching around him sends pulses of pleasure through me, and I instinctively move my hips to explore the sensation.
Everett’s head falls forward, his mouth landing at the base of my neck where he murmurs, “Keep doing that.” He sets a kiss in the crook of my neck. “I like feeling how badly you want this, too.”
With that, he lifts his head and pulls out of me just enough to thrust into me again. I cry out, and he swallows the sound, his mouth dominating mine. My fingers knot in his hair as he picks up his pace. His thrusts are relentless, knocking the breath from me every time he hits deep. All the gentleness Everett has shown me up to this point is completely gone, and I relish in it. The pressurebuilding feels more intense than it did with his fingers, and I tighten around him, my hips writhing to chase my release.
Everett groans and presses me firmly up against the wall with another thrust of his hips. “Touch yourself.”
“What?” I ask, my cheeks flaring.
There’s a slight lift to his lips like he finds my reaction funny. “Touch yourself, Luce. I need to feel you fall apart.”
I whimper as he bottoms out inside me, my legs tightening around him. He slows his movements while I slide my hand between where our bodies meet. When my fingers brush across my sensitive clit, my eyes flutter shut. My lips part as I start out slow, and Everett matches me with deep, slow thrusts. It isn’t until my breathing turns ragged that he picks up his pace. The tension inside me grows like a tightly coiled spring, but when my head falls back, my legs shaking, Everett pounds into me without holding back.
As my second orgasm explodes, I call out his name, my nails digging into his skin. Molten heat tears through me, and my limbs tighten before going limp. Everett’s hips jerk once, twice, and he finds his release as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. We stay there, catching our breath and waiting for our hearts to slow.
When he finally pulls out of me, he gently lowers my feet on the ground but hooks his arm around my waist like he thinks I might sink to the floor—and honestly, I might. I didn’t realize sex could be like this.
When I look up to meet his gaze, he brushes a few strands of hair from my face and plants a kiss on my forehead. I close my eyes and lean in. Everything about this trip has felt like I’ve slipped into some strange alternate reality. Nothing about my parents’ divorce makes sense, and it’s made me question everything. But I guess if, in this strange Twilight Zone version of my life, I get to find solace in Everett Meyers, it can’t be so bad.
Taking a step back, he goes to dispose of the condom, and I catch a glimpse of the mysterious tattoo that takes up the majorityof his back. Circles with icons, geometric lines, sharp angles. It makes me think a little of the tattoo Four has fromDivergent. Probably only because I stumbled across the series earlier today, but still.
I gape at him. “What is that?”
He pauses, his dark eyebrows furrowing. “What?”
“Your back.” I point a finger at him like he’ll somehow be able to see what I’m talking about.
Everett glances over his shoulder. “What about it? Did you leave a mark?”
Heat creeps into my cheeks. Because as much as that’snotwhat I’m referring to, I’m sure I did. “Your tattoo?” I say weakly.
“Oh, that.” Instead of reaching for his shirt on the floor, he picks up my clothes first, handing me each item. “Star Wars.”
“Star Wars,” I repeat dumbly as I get dressed.
“Yeah.” He zips and buttons his jeans. “The symbols represent the different ideologies. You know, the Sith, Empire, Rebel Alliance.”
Biting back my smile, I shake my head. “No, I don’t know.” I shrug my cardigan over my shoulders. “It’s incredible, but I can’t believe you have aStar Warstattoo that covers your entire back.” Clasping a hand over my mouth, I gasp in mock concern. “What would Peter Parker say?”
Everett shakes his head with the corner of his mouth quirked as he pulls on his shirt. “I think he’d get it.”
“Nerd to fellow nerd,” I say with amusement. Then, I look around the apartment. “So, you said you wanted to run a few things by me? Or was your plan just to lure me here for great sex all along?”
Everett huffs a laugh, but a touch of pink warms his cheeks. Casually pointing toward the uneven patch of blue paint, he says, “I painted the wall.”
