Evan's Addiction (58 page)

     Shaw shifted sideways and stuck her face in my neck. “You know I was
only running my mouth with Blake, right?”

     I can’t believe that bitch had Shaw burrowing in insecurity. I
kissed her cheek. “Of course. I love how you get along with the guys.”

     I did like that she interacted so easily with them, and while the
little green monster rattled my cage sometimes, he was easier to lock down when
she was nestled up next to me.

     Shaw raised her head and kissed me hesitantly. Gripping her nape I
tilted her head and deepened it. Blood rushed south at a dizzyingly rate and
seconds later my dick was hard as fucking steel.

     Shaw pulled her mouth from mine slightly and murmured softly
against my lips. “I want to show you something.”

     My dick pulsed with hope and I licked her bottom lip. “Lead the
way.”

CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE

SHAW

     Hopping off Evan’s lap I pulled him from the room and called over
my shoulder. “Trick, Evan and I will grab you something to eat.”

     “Don’t forget the whipped crème.” He laughed after us.   

     I towed Evan down the hall to the stairs leading to the basement. No
one paid us too much attention since everyone was focused on their games than
where we were heading. The condo had a sauna room that David hadn’t as yet
switched on and I dragged Evan into it. Shutting the door behind us I flung my
arms around his neck, pressed my entire body to his, and kissed him hungrily.
His strong arms curled around me, hugging me to him tightly, and he returned my
kiss just as fanatically.

     Lifting my right leg and hooking it over his hip I rubbed my
aching core against his bulging erection, panting into his mouth. “I need you
so badly right now. Show me how good you are at quickies.”

     My body was screaming in arousal and I was reaching a point where
if I didn’t get him in me as quickly as possible I thought I might expire, and
all it had taken was for him to stick up for me and call me his girlfriend. I
realized the alcohol in my system was playing a big part in lowering my shields
and I was going to have to be very careful with the words that wanted to burst
out of my mouth.

     Groaning, Evan’s kiss turned aggressive, and spinning us he
pressed me against the wooden wall of the sauna. I felt his hand between us as
he dealt with the fastenings of his jeans, and then he was pushing them down.

     I tugged up my skirt with shaking hands and was about to yank down
my tights when Evan’s fingers took over. Instead of yanking them down he ripped
out the material of the crotch, hiked my legs up off the ground over his arms, wrenched
my panties to the side, and slammed into me.

     My head fell back against the wall and I cried out in relief and
pleasure. Tightening my legs around him and tilting my hips I clutched at his
shoulders pulling him in closer. My inner muscles compressed and pulsated
around his hard thickness. 

     Evan let out another groan, his face pressed into my neck, his
hands squeezing my butt. “Fuckkkk! You are so wet.” Pulling out slowly Evan
slammed back into me hard. He grunted and I gasped in bliss, fluttering around
him. “So fucking tight.” He repeated the action, sucking on my neck. “So
fucking good.”

     He continued his slow, deep, upward thrusts while his lips journeyed
up my jaw to my mouth. We were panting hard when his mouth latched onto mine,
suckling on my top and bottom lip. I clutched at Evan’s hair as the tension
mounted inside me and returned his kiss in frenzied need.

     “Yes, Evan…yesss…oh, god…I need you…please…please…” Words spilled
from my mouth I had no control over.

     “You don’t have to beg. I’m here for you, Red. I’m always here for
you.” Evan groaned, and suddenly he was powering into me faster, deeper, harder…wildly. 
 

     “Yessss…yessss.” I cried.

     He was setting me on fire. Electricity crackled in my core,
zipping everywhere. Everything tightened, stilled, and then I exploded in a
blinding, white-hot release. My tissues clenched so tightly around him that the
friction of his unrelenting thrusts set off extra bursts of delight making my
orgasm go on forever. I trembled as the power of it overwhelmed me.

     Against my mouth Evan gave a long guttural groan, driving into me
deeply and stilling. His cock pulsated and I felt the warm blast of his cum
filling me, and out of the blue another hard contraction seized me.

     Clutching at him I sobbed as the spasms shook me unrelentingly.

     “Shiiiiiit.” Evan clasped me to him tightly, rocking me through
the tempest.

     When the intensity of it finally passed I sagged limply. Evan
moved and I made a half-hearted effort to hang on as he lowered us to the
wooden bench with my legs still wrapped around him, my inner tissues still rippled
around his semi-hardness.  

     “God, you are fucking incredible.” Evan’s face lodged itself in my
neck. “This is what I’ve been waiting to play all night.” He gasped.

     I huffed out a breathless laugh, but my brain was too fried to
come up with any response of my own. Instead, I planted small kisses along his
sweaty neck. Uhmmm, before Evan I would have said male sweat was nasty, but he
tasted good; salty and manly.

     Evan’s hands tunneled under my shirt to caress my damp back, then
to my stomach, and then up to my boobs. His touch was gentle as he cupped my sensitive
flesh, molding them and rolling my nipples. I sighed blissfully.

     “I forgot about these though, so we might have to play another
round.” He rumbled.

     I rocked and ground down onto his partial erection inside me, my
core still humming with the aftershocks of my orgasm. “I’m game.” I breathed,
compressing around him making us both moan.

     Covering my mouth, Evan’s lips and tongue devoured me much more
tenderly this time as he squeezed my breasts, pinching and pulled my nipples. Before
I knew it both our shirts were gone, as well as my wig and bobby-pins, freeing
my unruly curls.

     His lips took the place of his hands and I gasped as they closed
over one engorged nipple sending jolts of electricity through my body. With a
helpless moan, I writhed and panted, tangling my fingers in his silky hair I
attempted to find a rhythm with my hips that would drive him out of his mind. I
wasn’t going to be the only one going crazy.

     “That’s it, Red.” He swallowed my breast and let it slide out
slowly while tonguing the tight bud. “Make yourself come hard on my cock.” His
hips rocking with mine.

     Words vanished as we moved unhurriedly together. It was dark in
the small space except for the light coming in from the little window built
into the door that provided just enough luminosity that when Evan raised his
head to kiss me our eyes locked and I couldn’t look away at the intensity I saw
in his.

     His hand gripped my nape as he held me immobile for his kiss.
“Feels so good, Shaw. Tell me it feels good to you?” He whispered into my mouth.

     “So good, Evan. Too good.” I whimpered against his lips. The
tension coiling inside me was reaching an agonizing level telling me I didn’t
have much longer. 

     Evan’s hips began to pump faster. “No one else could make you feel
like this, could they?”

     I shook my head. “No…no one else…just you.” I panted.   

     His features tightened and looked harsh. “Damn right.” He bit at
my lips. “Only I can make you feel like this.” He surged hard into me and I
cried out at the acute pleasure.

     His hands moved to my waist and suddenly he turned wild, hammering
up into me. The tension snapped and I screamed into his mouth as he growled out
his climax with me. When the pulses ebbed I wilted, my head falling on his
shoulder.

     “Damn, you take me to another plane.” He breathed.   

     Silence settled over us and I enjoyed the time curled up against
him. I loved the sex, but cuddling with Evan filled a space inside me that I
never knew was empty. I planned to gorge myself on both during our time together.

     When I got my breath I murmured. “Do you think Trick is still
waiting for me to bring him food?”

     “He can get his own damn food?” Evan hugged me tight. “Hey, want
to climb some walls with me tomorrow?”

     I grinned into his neck. Only Evan would pop out a question like
that right now. “Yeah, it sounds like a blast. Do you want to come over
afterwards for dinner?” I tried to keep my voice blasé, like I could care less
if he did or not.

     “Sounds like a plan.” He rumbled. “You want to go to my house and
do this all over again?”

     “Sounds like an even better plan.” I sighed.

     “My plans are always awesome.” He boasted.

     I let him believe that…because I couldn’t refute it. His plans
were
typically pretty awesome.

∞                    ∞                   
∞

     The next two weeks flew by.

     Sunday, after the gamer party, Evan did take me rock climbing…technically
it was a wall formed to look like rock. David and a half a dozen others from
the group joined us. Afterwards we all went out to eat and it turned into a
really fun day.

     The next weekend was Halloween and we took part in a scavenger
hunt that some Fraternity on Campus put together. It had a pricey grand prize
that I knew the group had won last year. This year we weren’t as lucky. I don’t
know how we would have divided a Caribbean Cruise for four between sixteen
people anyway. The hunt itself was so entertaining that no one really cared
about winning, and then most of us ended up back at the guys house drinking and
playing trivia games to top off the night.

     Sunday several of us went downtown to a Star Wars Comic-con Expo.
We didn’t dress up, but witnessing all the characters that showed up in theirs
was fascinating as hell. Some were top of the line costumes, while others were
just laughable. Afterwards we went to lunch and then walked around the mall.
Evan dragged me into the store ‘
Make Your Own T-Shirt
’ and ignoring my
strident protests bought me four new shirts with humorous statements on them.

     He surprised me with a fifth t-shirt back at his house later that
night. It read:
Property of Evan Michaels. Penalty for touching is a severe
ass kicking
. I snapped him with the shirt, called him an asswipe, and told
him he wasted twenty dollars on a rag I was going to use to clean the floors.
He just laughed, snagged me around the waist, and carried me to his bedroom to
show me how much his stamp was already on me.

     Later at my apartment I stared at the shirt in parts anger, pain,
and longing, before folding it and sticking it way back in one of my drawers.

     During the week I caught up on course work and my business. I’d
gotten slightly behind in both since my weekends were filled with Evan now. My
weeknights were also busy with him since he stopped by each night after leaving
the office. He’d drag me to the bedroom as soon as he walked through the door
around six o’clock. Thirty minutes to an hour later we’d come out to eat, watch
television or finish our school work, talk with each other or with Carrie and
Nic if they were around, and then toward the end of the night we’d head back to
the bedroom to spend an hour or two making love and then falling into an
exhausted sleep.

     He was spending the night more than not, at least six out of seven
nights, and it was ruining me. He would give me this tender kiss on either my
forehead or cheek each morning before he left for the office while I pretended
to be asleep. Once he was dressed and out the door I would grab the pillow he’d
used and wrap it tight to my aching chest while inhaling his scent wishing for
things that were never going to happen. Some days I was able to hold back the
tears and accepted the inevitable.

     As the days filtered by and the one month mark passed it became
harder to enjoy the time I had with Evan. I was starting to over examine his
every word and expression to see if he was getting bored with me yet, and I
thought everything was fine…until a few days ago.

     Monday he called and told me he’d be working late and for the first
time wouldn’t be stopping by. It was one day so I didn’t think anything of it.
I mean, we couldn’t spend everyday together. I did see him at lunch so it
wasn’t all bad.

     But then Tuesday and Wednesday he called again with the same
excuse. Something like that shouldn’t have put so much apprehension inside me
because I knew he had a demanding job, and he did sound frustrated and unhappy
about it, but the timing seemed too coincidental. We still texted and Evan explained
some of the details of why he had to work later; something to do with the plant
and machine parts failing, and it totally made sense, but it didn’t stop my
spiral into depressing uncertainty.

     I had spent time each day during the past month reminding myself
to keep my guard up; not to feel too much, not to expect anything, because when
the hurt came…and it most definitely would…I needed to be prepared for it. I reminded
myself that I was stronger than I used to be, but that broken, sad girl who
yearned for just the smallest scrap of affection couldn’t be beat down. She was
always there no matter how much I tried to ignore her, no matter how much life
disappointed and rejected her.  

     A nudge to my shoulder pulled me from my apprehensive thoughts and
back to the present; eating lunch with Carrie, Sam, and David.