“Ev, hold up a sec. I need to get my keys.” She laughs, but I can’t find the humor in any of this. I have all this pent-up tension and I need it out of me.
“Hurry up, otherwise I’ll be giving your neighbors a show.”
She holds up her keys and jangles them in front of my face. I swipe them from her fingers and have her door open in mere seconds. I grab her wrist and pull her inside with me. Giving the door a shove with my foot, I place Reagan against it, caging her in with my arms. “I’ve waited all night for this.”
With a clash of teeth and a tangle of tongues, she matches my urgency, pulling my shirt from inside my pants and soon begins unfastening the buttons. My hands run over the silk of her dress and up around to the back of her neck. I pause for a second and demand against her lips, “Turn around.”
Right away she does as I ask, planting her palms firmly against the hard wood of the door. I unfasten the two small buttons that are keeping her dress up and watch as it slowly and erotically grazes her curves as it slips down. I groan like I’m in pain. Putting my lips on her overheated skin, I track a path across her shoulders and down her spine until I reach the roundness of her ass.
Dropping to my knees, I twist her around with my hand gripping her hip and tug her toward me. I kiss down her flat belly, through her mound of blonde hair, until my lips are latching on to her clit and sucking it into my mouth. She cries out, threading her fingers through my hair and pulling while my mouth moves against her. Sliding my hand down the back of her leg, I lift it up and place it on my shoulder, giving me more access to her pussy. My tongue spears in and out of her, and I can feel the clenching of her abdomen as she tries to hold back her climax.
“Oh fuck, Ev, yes.” Our gazes meet momentarily as I look up at her, her fists balling tighter in my hair. I replace my tongue with my fingers and push inside of her aggressively. “Fuck, Rae, you taste so sweet, baby.”
Reagan loves this.
I thrust in and out repeatedly, sucking harder on her bundle of nerves, curling my fingers until they’re stroking her walls. She’s screaming my name like I’m her messiah. Not that I mind that title. I make sure I’ve lapped up every little bit of her climax before standing back up to my full height and wrapping my arms around her, being her crutch before her knees give way and her body melts against me.
Her pretty blue eyes find mine as her eyelids flutter open. With a hint of a smile she unfastens the rest of the buttons on my shirt and on my pants. My dick springs free with no underwear to get in the way. Reagan and I have a thing for underwear—she rarely wears it and I hate it. Plus, easy access.
Wrapping her fingers around the base of my cock, she smiles at me. Her eyes have a spark in them that I didn’t notice earlier, and she moves to her knees, wanting to repay the favor. I’m not going to stop her. I can’t wait to fuck that delicious fucking mouth of hers.
She slides her lips all the way down to the base of my cock, then brings her mouth all the way back up, sucking on the end like an ice pop. My eyes nearly roll to the back of my head with pleasure. With my hands on either side of her head, I control her movement. “Nice and slow, baby, until I tell you.” Reagan obeys my instructions, sucking harder every time until I’m losing all my control. “Suck me hard.” My hips jerk and I plunge forward, watching my dick slide in and out of her lips, and I do exactly what I wanted and fuck her mouth.
“Stop.” Halting her movements, I take a soft hold of her shoulders and pull her back to her feet. I can’t take it anymore. “I need to be inside you.” Leading her to the couch, I bend her over the arm and stand back, admiring her slim form for a moment. The faint muscles in her toned legs stand out from the height of her shoes. I make sure I commit this image to my memory while I stroke my length and insert two fingers inside her to work her up again, not that I really need to, she’s still soaking wet. I replace my fingers with my cock and push inside her, pulling back out to the tip, admiring the paleness of her ass before giving it a hard smack.
She pushes backward, grinding against me as she cries out, making me smile. I fucking love to see her come undone. I drive inside her again, harder and faster. Hearing Reagan cry out urges me even more, but I don’t want to finish like this. I want to see the look on her face as she comes for me. I pull out of her and kick my pants from my feet before pulling her up to stand. I lift her up, spearing her onto my waiting cock. Her legs wrap around me, the spikes of her shoes exactly where I need them, digging into my skin, and walk us into her bedroom, where I lay her beneath me.
“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, Rae.”
“Yes,” she gasps. Her fingernails dig into my shoulders as I thrust into her. The sound of skin meeting skin, the gasps, the heavy breaths, it just drives me on even more. “Fuck me. Ev, fuck me hard.”
I don’t need telling again. I obey her commands this time until we’re coming at the same time and I’m spilling myself inside her.
Fifteen
Reagan
Just as I’m seeing a client out of my office, I hear the vibration of my cell coming from my desk drawer. A text from Ruby is flashing on my screen. Knowing I have a spare five minutes, I decide to give her a call.
I’m not waiting long before she picks up. A smile tugs at my lips when I hear her cheery voice come through the line. “Hey, beautiful. I didn’t call you because I wasn’t sure if you were busy.”
“It’s all good, babe. Your text came through as I was seeing my client out, so I thought I’d just give you a call instead.”
“Oh cool. Well, I just wanted to know if you were busy on Friday night. I’ve managed to get tickets to see Halestorm.” Her excitement shows as she screeches down the line, almost deafening me. Halestorm is one of our favorite bands. “I thought you could bring Margie along, since we said we’d set a girl date up.”
“Oh my god, that would be amazing, I’d love to. I’ve been dying to see them for so long. And, honestly, Margie doesn’t have anyone, not even friends…”
“Well, this is perfect, then. If you can both finish up early, we can meet up at six and grab a bite before the concert.”
“Sounds like a plan. Margie seems to have talent for making holes in my schedule. I’ll just work longer on Thursday night instead.”
“Yes! Okay, I’ll message you Friday morning and we can decide where to meet.”
“Fabulous. See you then.”
I hang up with a smile spreading across my face. I can’t believe she managed to get tickets; they’re usually sold out within hours. Calming myself down to a reasonable sense of excitement, I pick up the receiver of the desk phone and call Margie.
“Can you come to my office for a moment.” I keep my voice neutral, trying not to give anything away.
The door opens and she walks in, her hands clamped tightly together in front of her. “Ms. Quinn?”
“Take a seat, would you, Margie?” My face is blank while her eyes go wide.
Folding my hands on the table, I wait for her to sit and lift her eyes to mine. She’s nervous. Her gaze darts everywhere but at me. I shouldn’t do this to her.