Page 116 of A Little Jaded
“Back,” he orders. “Now.”
Laughing at the irony of my thoughts and the burn of my ass, I scramble off his lap and climb into the backseat.
“Pants off,” he adds, opening the driver’s side door. Shimmying the thick denim down my thighs and off my feet, I scoot to the opposite side as he opens the door and climbs inside. His hands are already on his jeans, but he hesitates, his blue eyes practically glowing in the dark cab of his car.
Pressing my thighs together, I whisper, “What?”
“You look incredible like this.”
“Naked and horny?” I offer dryly.
“Naked andmine.” The word is nothing but a growl as he reaches for my ankle, dragging me closer until I’m sprawled out on the seats. Setting my phone on the center console, he skates his calloused palms along my calf, knee, then inner thigh as I wait with bated breath. “Don’t. Move.”
“Someone’s bossy,” I note.
“Hungry,” he clarifies. Cupping my ass, he lifts me up. My heel digs into the center console while my opposite one digs into a seat belt clip as I struggle to keep my balance. And then, his mouth is on me, and my jaw drops.
This. This selflessness. I’ll never get used to it. Never take it for granted. Like it’s the most natural thing in the world.For him to worship me. Crave me. Want to taste me. It’s the most surreal feeling, and I bask in it. As if I’m a freaking ice cream cone, he licks my slit, dragging his tongue along my center and dipping inside like I’m the most delicious dessert he’s ever tasted.
“Oh my fucking—” my words catch in my throat as he holds me to him and sucks on my clit, gently nipping at the sensitive bud before thrusting his tongue into me all over again. My eyes roll back in my head, and I squeeze my eyes shut. Pressure builds, and my body aches from its position, but I can’t help it. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my entire life.
I could come like this. I could actually come like this. With my body feeling like a freaking pretzel. The cold air caressing my bare thighs. And Everett’s wicked mouth kissing my center and clit like it was made for me. Like he was made for me. In a way, maybe he was—is—made for me. Hooking his arm around my lower back, he spreads my folds with his opposite hand and massages tiny circles against my inner walls as his mouth finds my clit again. Stars erupt behind my eyelids, and I lose it. My body spasms against his tongue and fingers. I moan Everett’s name, craving him now more than ever. Hell, I’m pretty sure I’m still orgasming as I smack his hand and force him to lower me from his mouth. I climb into his lap, pull his dripping cock out, and line him up with my entrance.
Then down I go, my slick heat swallowing every inch of him until I’m fully seated. He leans back, spreads his thighs beneath my ass, and grabs my waist, silently encouraging me to take the lead. And I like him like this, too. With his gaze glued to where our bodies connect. A slight sheen of sweat along his hairline, and his full lips parted. As I slowly lift up a few inches, his tongue darts out, and he licks his bottom lip.
“Fuck, I can still taste you.” His eyes snap to mine. “You gonna fuck me, Storm?”
I nod and shift my hips, forcing him a little deeper. I lift up and do it all over again. He’s so deep I have no doubt I’ll feel it tomorrow, but the idea only spurs me on. I like the reminder I’m left with every time we’re together. The slight ache. The smile I catch myself wearing as I replay it. Our moments together. It’s a high. One I’ve never felt with anyone else. And I can’t help but crave it more. Cravehimmore.
“You have no idea how pretty you look like this,” he rasps. “Taking me like this.”
I grab onto his shoulder and quicken my pace. My thighs burn as I fuck him harder and harder, letting his hands guide me until he slips his thumb between my legs and presses it against my clit. My body trembles from the pressure, and I swear I’m about to come again as I rest my head against his shoulder and move my hips against him over and over again.
“Gonna come, Storm,” he warns.
His cock jerks inside of me, and I bite his shoulder, falling apart with him until I swear I’ll never be able to walk again. But it’s a good burn. A deep burn. A satisfying burn. One I never want to forget or lose. Because it’s Everett. And I’m officially a sucker for all things Everett Taylor.
Dragging my hair to one side, he cups my face and lifts my head from where it’s tucked against the crook of his neck. Then he kisses me. It’s soft. Slow. Gentle. And I swear I can feel it from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
When I finally pull away, he rubs his thumb along my cheek, and I smile, burrowing closer to him. His fingertips gently run along my spine like he isn't in a hurry for me to climb off, either, and I kind of love it. The steady rise and fall of his chest. The rhythmic pass of his fingertips. It’s quiet. So freaking quiet. I can feel him softening inside of me. But Idon’t want to move. I don’t want to leave the back of this car. I don’t want to let this moment end. I don’t want this to end. Me. Everett. Pretty sure I could stay here forever, and I’d die happy.
Everett Taylor, I think I might love you.
And even though I’m terrified of falling, I can’t make myself stop.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
RAINE
“Should I be prepared for anything specific?” Everett asks as he removes the keys from the car’s ignition.
“Other than an interrogation?” I quip. “Not that I know of.”
“So, I’m going in blind.Noted.”
I rub my sweaty palms on my thighs and remind him, “You’re the one who decided to walk into Etch ‘N’ Ink when I specifically told you to wait outside. And after the way I kept my family in the dark when it came to my dating life, I don’t think my dad’s gonna let you off the hook until he officially gets to know you. The good news is my sister had a baby a few weeks ago, so my mom’s at her house, helping with my niece, which means you’ll only meet my dad?—”
“Whom I already met.”